Three brothers wield vast power, wealth, and share a wife—yet to them, she is merely property, a possession without meaning. Their true desire lies with another woman: innocent, breathtaking, and utterly irresistible. She is the forbidden love they crave, a temptation that ignites a dangerous obsession.
What begins as a captive game of seduction soon twists into a deadly dance of desire and control. When MC discovers that her only path to freedom lies with their most hated enemy, a ruthless game of deceit and betrayal unfolds beneath a veil of whispered promises and stolen touches.
In a world where love is a weapon and trust betrays, the brothers' empire trembles on the edge of ruin. With every seductive glance and aching touch, she unravels their hold on power, proving that villains can fall—broken by the very passion that once bound them. It's the curse of every villain of the novel,
After remembering all this, Payal knows that what she needs to do, just go with plot, it's better for her, after long time she telling herself it's okay. Her face lost it's charm
Payal sat in stunned silence as the revelations flooded through her, the echoes of the story she knew now colliding with the reality she lived. The three brothers—her husbands—were monstrous and powerful, and villain's of this novel wielding their privilege and wealth over everyone. To them, she was nothing more than just a wife for status, her meaning reduced to a pawn in their relentless pursuit of something unattainable: a forbidden love with another woman who embodied innocence and irresistible beauty. .No amount of trying to distance herself could truly dull the ache she felt. She told herself it was safest to follow the plot, to become the passive character she'd seen before: stay quiet, don't draw attention, never refuse or ask too much. Survival depended on blending in, suppressing her voice and desires beneath the layers of obedience tradition demanded.Yet, the knowledge weighed on her heavily. She wanted to forget how the brothers' obsession with the other woman poisoned every touch, every word exchanged in the cold halls. The games they played—seduction and dominance—blurred into cruelty, a dance of power and control that risked more than broken hearts. Each whispered promise and stolen glance tugged at the shaky foundation of their empire, the very passion that made them powerful now threatening to unravel everythin .Payal's fate seemed sealed. She mourned the ending she knew was coming—the ruins, the betrayals, the collapse—but felt powerless to change it. The novel's plot was like a cage, each choice scripted, every act foreshadowed. Even so, she clung fiercely to her studies, her inner life the last sanctuary she controlled. If she couldn't shape the outcome she can't remember everything about novel but she knows the plot, at least she could learn, adapt, and find meaning in understanding the world and herself.But the confusion lingered, shadowing every thoughtful moment. Why was she chosen for this role? Where did her real worth lie? Payal was not in mood to loose freedom to study, study is everything to her , she can't do this with herself. Even as Payal resolved to play along and survive, a tiny spark within her refused to fully surrender, holding out hope that somewhere between obedience and fate, she might yet find the courage to rewrite her own chapters
That night, as the clock stretched deep into midnight, Payal found herself wide awake, unable to find solace in sleep. Her body rested on the bed, but her mind was a tempest of swirling thoughts and fears. Restlessness made her rise quietly, tiptoeing through the dimly lit room in search of something—anything—to calm the storm inside her.Her fingers brushed over the spines of books lining the shelves, but reading offered no refuge this time. The storm in her mind raged louder: How could she accept that the love and warmth she once felt from William, Julian, and Asra might fade into nothingness? Those tender moments, the care they had shown—was it all just an illusion? Were those feelings doomed to disappear beneath the crushing weight of their cruel destinies and the cold rules of the story surrounding her?Payal's heart twisted with anguish and confusion. The knowledge of her role as the villain's wife, caught in a narrative she couldn't rewrite, left her feeling trapped and fragile. Yet the memory of those fleeting moments of affection ignited a fierce resistance within her—a quiet rebellion born from the desire to hold on to something real amidst the fiction that threatened to swallow her whole.Tears blurred her vision as she sank onto a window seat, gazing out at the storm wrought not just outside, but within her soul. The howling wind echoed the turmoil of her thoughts. But slowly, amid the chaos, a small resolve kindled—a promise to herself that no matter what pain lay ahead, she would find strength to survive, to endure, and perhaps, one day, to reclaim her story.
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That night after hours of restless turmoil, Payal finally felt the heavy weight of exhaustion press down on her eyelids. Her mind, though still swirling with chaotic thoughts and fears, could no longer resist the pull of sleep. She curled up alone, she fell sleep on sofa surrendering herself to the dark embrace of unconsciousness.When she awoke, the softness of a familiar embrace surrounded her. Blinking slowly open her eyes, the first thing she saw was Asra's face—calm, composed, and as fine as ever despite the world's troubles. His expression held a quiet strength, but also a hint of fatigue that mirrored her own. For a moment, the heaviness of her soul lifted slightly as she absorbed his steady presence.Yet, exhaustion still clung to her like a shroud; after that brief vulnerability, Payal closed her eyes again, allowing the comfort of Asra's arms to lull her back into sleep. The turmoil of her thoughts softened, replaced by a fragile sense of safety—if only for a little while longer.This delicate reprieve was a reminder that even amidst fear and uncertainty, small moments of tenderness could restore her will to face the challenges ahead.
When she closed her eyes, Asra's eyes opened slightly, he hold her tight stearing at her face....