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THE COST OF CONTROL

Julian, a 21-year-old artist known only in obscure creative circles, has a rare and unsettling gift: he sees through people. He doesn’t paint what they want to be seen—he paints what they are. When he is selected for a secret, private commission to paint Adrian Vaughn, the city’s most feared and reclusive billionaire, Julian knows this is more than an opportunity. It is an obsession waiting to happen. Adrian Vaughn has spent his life perfecting control. He rules an empire from a glass penthouse designed to keep the world at a distance. People are assets. Emotions are weaknesses. Julian, to him, is nothing more than a tool—an artist to be tested, dominated, and eventually discarded. Adrian subjects Julian to subtle humiliations and psychological games, expecting fear, defiance, or collapse. Instead, Julian submits. He accepts every cruelty with quiet devotion, every test with unsettling grace. Where others resist Adrian’s dominance, Julian welcomes it. He sees the loneliness beneath Adrian’s control, the vulnerability beneath the ice, and calls it beautiful. His worship unsettles Adrian far more than rebellion ever could. As days blur into nights within the penthouse, the boundaries between artist and subject erode. Power turns intimate. Control turns possessive. Their connection ignites into a dangerous, obsessive affair where dominance and surrender intertwine. Adrian claims Julian’s body, convinced he still holds the upper hand. But he is wrong. Julian claims Adrian’s soul. Terrified by how deeply he has surrendered, Adrian retreats. The morning after their most vulnerable night, he reasserts control in the cruelest way possible—discarding Julian, dismissing their connection as a mistake. Adrian believes he has won, restoring his carefully built emotional walls. Julian leaves without protest. What Adrian doesn’t understand is that for an artist like Julian, rejection is not an ending—it is inspiration. Armed with everything Adrian tried to hide, Julian paints the portrait of his life: a masterpiece so raw and devastating it exposes the truth behind the empire. When the painting is unveiled, Adrian’s world begins to fracture. His reputation, his power, and his sense of control unravel as the city finally sees the man beneath the mask. The artist he tried to break has turned him into a legacy he can never escape. The Cost of Control is a dark, obsessive romance about power, vulnerability, and the devastating price of refusing to surrender to love.
Velora_Kane · 8.3k Views

Runaway Groom: An Accidental Love Story

When fate plays matchmaker, even running won’t save you. I’m Alexander Christopher Ethan: Ace the Great if you ask me and I’ve mastered two things in life: disappointing my father and dodging responsibility like it’s an Olympic sport. Seven years ago, a car crash stole my mom and almost took me with her. Dad shipped me abroad to “recover,” and I did… by partying, flirting, and pretending adulthood was someone else’s problem. Then one phone call ruins everything: “Come home.” My welcome-back surprise? An arranged engagement. To a man. A CEO Dad personally handpicked without bothering to ask me. I laugh. I argue. I throw the man’s photo into the fireplace without even looking—and I run. Biggest. Mistake. Ever. Dad’s men chase me through the city until I end up bleeding in an alley with a shattered leg. I’m sure this is how I die. Then he appears. A stranger who fights like an avenging angel and looks at me like I’m worth saving. Maybe it’s the blood loss, maybe it's destiny, but I kiss him, right there in the middle of the chaos. When everything settles, I lie: Lost phone. No home. No idea where to go. He believes me and offers one night. I take it. Then I take another… and another… until one night becomes a week and I’m stupidly, recklessly falling for him. His name is Gabriel. No family. No past. Just the life he built with his own hands. He calls me his shameless brat. I call him my angel. But angels don’t stay forever. My father's men eventually finds me. They drag me home to face my arranged fiancé.....the man I’ve been running from. It’s him. Gabriel. My angel. My lover. The self-made CEO who climbed from orphan to the head of my family’s empire. The man who pulled me from the burning car seven years ago and saved my life. The man I was always meant to marry. And now he realizes the truth: Ethan. Ace. The spoiled heir he was promised, and the runaway he fell for… are the same person. We were both running from this engagement… straight into each other’s arms. I thought I could outrun destiny. All I did was fall in love with it. Now we’re standing in the wreckage of lies, heartbreak, and second chances, and I have only one question: Was this fate… or the universe’s cruelest joke? Either way, I’m done running. Not from him. Not from us. Not from the future I tried so hard to escape. Because sometimes the person you’re meant for… is the one you’ve been running toward all along. TROPES • Arranged Marriage (But Make It Accidental) • Secret Identity / Mistaken Identity • Love at First Sight… Twice • Orphan-to-CEO Fiancé • “I Fell First, But He Fell Harder” • Shameless Brat × Patient Angel • Runaway Heir Meets His Destiny • Trauma Healing Through Love • Found Family • Fated Mates (Whether They Like It or Not) WHAT TO EXPECT • A spoiled heir who needs a reality check-up • A self-made CEO with a soft heart and hard fists • Explosive chemistry. • Healing old wounds while making new memories • Banter, chaos, and one extremely stressed-out father • A love story where destiny laughs the loudest Fate didn’t just play matchmaker it played me like a damn fiddle. And honestly? I’m not even mad about it. Ready for the chaos? Turn the page. Ace the Great One is about to get married… whether he likes it or not.
H_P_1345Azura · 58.3k Views

ABSOLUTE INSANITY: A forbidden bond

★DARK ROMANCE★ ^WARNING 18+,^ In a world dominated by organized crime and ruthless power struggles, a tangled web of trauma, revenge, and forbidden passion unfolds. Katya Volkov, the stunning but vulnerable daughter of the Russian Mafia's feared right-hand man, has endured a childhood of unrelenting brutality and neglect. Growing up, Katya was repeatedly tormented by her father's resentment, leaving her emotionally shattered and unloved. However, Katya's life was about to take a much darker turn. Romeo Salvatore, a name that was both feared and respected, emerged from the shadows. His traumatic past has left an indelible mark on his soul, rendering him cold and detached. Seeking retribution, Romeo launches a daring invasion of the Volkov's heavily guarded estate. He captures both Katya and her abusive father, subjecting them to merciless torture. Convinced of Katya's complicity in her father's heinous crimes, Romeo executes her father and condemns Katya to a life of hellish slavery. Yet, as time passes, the boundaries between captor and captive begin to blur. Katya and Romeo find themselves inexorably drawn into a forbidden bond, igniting a fiery passion that threatens to consume them both. Torn between his thirst for revenge and his burgeoning desire for Katya, Romeo is forced to confront the darkness within himself, would he be consumed by lust, passion and possibly love or would he stay loyal with his beliefs. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~This story is an enemies to lover type so don't expect all fluff and rainbows. ~Weak to strong female ~ML is ruthless, don't expect him to be a saint. ~No rape ~humours, laugher, tears and blush. ~ And lastly, this story is not for the weak hearted~
Saa_Mohd · 490k Views

The General's Daughter: The Mission

Her childhood was forged in shadows, and she was sharpened into a weapon, trained to be a ghost, a killer—an instrument of vengeance. The target: a decorated general who brought down her family. But fate doesn't follow orders. Just as Lara was about to execute her long-planned mission, everything spiraled out of control. A military convoy intercepted her escape route—escorting none other than the general himself. And then came the moment that changed everything. A blinding crash. Screeching tires. Her body was thrown like a ragdoll, then darkness. She had a fleeting recollection of another world, another lifetime where kings ruled the land with an iron fist. But she woke up, and twelve long months had passed.  She did not know where she was or who she was. She remembered nothing. They told her different names. A child with trembling hope whispered, “Mommy, your name is Moira Torres.” Her doctor insisted, “Your admission slip says Larissa Reyes.” A hardened general leaned close and commanded, “Remember who you are. Remember your mission.” Then another general—dangerously calm, incredibly familiar—looked at her as if she mattered and asked, “Can I call you Lara?” The name unlocked something buried deep in her soul. Lara Norse Kromwel. Daughter of General Odin Norse. Empress of the First Empire. But the man who watched her most closely dismissed it with cold certainty. “This is the 21st century,” he said. “What nonsense are you spouting? What Empress? You are my woman. You can only be mine!"
Azalea_Belrose · 139.3k Views

From Deadbeat To Doting; Something Is Wrong With My Husband!

Enemies To Lovers+ Unfiltered Smut + Billionaire Romance + Strong Female Lead. . . From this: “I’ve slept with every woman in this house. What will it take to get that divorce, Brianna? Do I have to go after your mother next?" To this: “I don’t want anyone if it’s not you, my dear wife.” Brianna thought her nightmare was finally over the night she made her abusive, cheating husband fall to his death. But when he woke up in the hospital, smiling at her with tender eyes and calling her “the most beautiful woman he’s ever met”… she knew something was terribly wrong. This wasn’t the man who humiliated her, mocked her, and destroyed her name. Now, her deadbeat husband has become a possessive, seductive, and obsessed doting stranger—one who claims he’ll cherish her forever. . . [Excerpt] "Wife, your hands are dirty now. Go wash them. I don't want his scent on you." That seemed like a good enough excuse to regain her senses with the timeout. Brianna sighed, already turning to limp, but the grip from the bed suddenly became firmer. She tugged further, but to no avail. Sighing, "Lucian, let go. I need to go to the restroom. I need a moment to... to process this." She tugged her slender wrist again, against his hold, but his fingers were a collar of iron. He didn't even look at the door. His dark, fixated eyes were locked onto the palm Marcus Thorne had just grabbed. Lucian's voice was heavy with the haze of the concussion and a terrifying, sudden possessiveness. "No. I don't want you out of my sight. Someone else might... hold your hands again." "I am going five feet away. I'm not a child, and I'm certainly not a prisoner. Now, let go so I can get this… this man's sweat off my skin." "I'll do it," Lucian muttered. However, before Brianna could ask how, he pulled her hand toward his face. Her eyes widened as she realized his intent. "What are you doing, Lucian? Don't you dare—Don't you dare lick my hand!" Brianna flinched violently, dragging her body backward until she was nearly doubled over the edge of the bed, but he was immovable. His concussed brain had simplified the world: Stranger touched Wife. Stranger's scent must be replaced by mine. "Stay still, wife. It'll be quick." "What kind of animal are you—! Lucian, stop! This is unhygienic! It's… it's psychotic!" Brianna turned desperately towards the corner where Marcus Thorne was still standing paralyzed by the sight! "Marcus! Well, don't just stand there! Do something! Help me!" Meanwhile, Marcus Thorne looked like he wanted to jump out of the window! He was watching the President of Better Health, the most powerful man in the city, bring his wife's hand to his mouth with the raw intent of a wolf. Marcus stammered, his hands shaking as he took a frantic step toward the door. "I-I think I'll just... I'll leave the couple to their... their private recovery. Yes. Intimate recovery." "Marcus! Get back here!" Brianna cried out with wide eyes of disbelief. But Marcus refused to look back. He gestured vaguely with a trembling hand, looking as though he'd just witnessed a ritual he wasn't meant to survive, and ran into the hallway. The door clicked shut with a finality that sounded like a prison cell locking. Brianna stared at the wooden door, her mouth agape. "You coward! You—" "Wife, I told you. Stay still." ... From deadbeat to doting, her husband has changed overnight. But if he isn’t the man she married, then something is wrong with her husband!
Dòe · 145.1k Views