Inara_Me

*Arranged marriage*Enemies to lovers*Obsessed anti-Hero*
“I fucking hate you!” She breathed out the words, slowly and steadily, into his face. Her garlic smelling breath hitting him right in the face, making his face twitch and break posture. 

“You,” he turned his head away to breathe away from her garlic scented bread, only for her to open her mouth and blow into his direction. “Fucking brat. Did your parents teach you nothing?“

“Pedophile!” She accused to his face. “Did your parents teach you to marry little girls?” 

Adrian scoffed. “it’s your father who is trying to marry you off. Take it up with him.” 

She tried to open her mouth, by the looks of it just blow her garlicky breath on him again. Adrian grabbed her jaw, squeezing her cheeks together, he made her shut her mouth. 

“Listen to me carefully, Brat,” he whispered, bringing his face closer to hers, “You better hope I don’t say yes to this proposal of your father. Because if I do, I will be shipping your ass off to  a behaviour correction facility as the first thing.” 

Ignoring the sneer on her lips, Adrian patted her cheek forcefully, just for fun, before turning around and leaving her alone in the corner. 

“It’s on,” she vowed, “I’ll fucking set you on fire.” 

*****

Joyce O’Sullivan, 19 years old, a perfect age to get married and settled according to her family members, according to the church they went to, and according to the whole society that she did not give a damn about. 

Adrian Murphy was a name she had heard in her household many times but only by their mouths of. Those who dealt with business. 

When her father is finally able to score a meeting with the so called God of Europe, at least for the land to live in, she could not care any less only to find out that his father was making a proposal to him. Proposal of marriage.

A proposal of marriage of her and him. 

The best part about it? He got to decide. And she certainly won’t let him decide in her favour. 

And why? 
Because it would get them power and power was everything.

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Dark romance you have been warned.
Can be read as a standalone .

Belonging To The Darkness

On one hand, she had to face the reality that was in front of her with a brave and smiling face and on the other, where she could take advantage of leniency, she faced it with her face he ran behind the walls of the university. 


Yes, in other words, she was ignoring George and dodging his calls. 


And this might have to continue until she had a date for the wedding. As soon as she would, she was going to drop out of college and break up with him. 


It did not help that he knew most of her timetable by now. If she had bothered to make any friends in the beginning of a bachelors, she would have had people that would help her escape the eyesight of George but now she has to do it all alone. 


Too far, she had managed to escape home and now she was hiding in the dark corner of the library. In minutes, his class was going to Start and she was waiting for another 40 minutes because of it. Unless she was sure that he was in another lecture and he could not get out of it, Joyce who is going nowhere. 


Randomly, she started reading a book. Ironically, it was on Hitler. 


Just as she was about to turn to the next chapter, her phone rang, making her close the book with her finger in between the pages. 


"Hello?" She attended the call, but was a little hesitant because it was from an unknown number. 


"Joyce, it's Michael Ford." Her breath stopped. "I was informed by your father about your college schedule. Since you are free for the day, would you like to have lunch with me?" 


Who was she to say no? And she had nothing going on. If she lied and got caught, it would be her neck on a platter. 


"Yes," she replied after some time, punching herself for the delay. Would you mind if I get coffee first? There is a Starbucks near the campus—"


"I have seen it, yes. I will wait for you there. It will take me 10 minutes at most." He answered and before she knew it, she placed the book back into its place and walked out of the library with superspeed.


She mostly took the Where is that was not commonly used. They were narrow staircases and that were darker but she did not care. She practically ran out of the university and into Starbucks. 


She did not even like Starbucks but at this point, Joyce was out of options and she said the first thing that came into her mind. 


A caramel macchiato, drink that could never have something wrong with her. 


"Here," a card tapped at the machine And the payment was completed. Someone just paid for a drink. 


Turning around, Joyce saw Michael Ford slipping the card back into his wallet. 


"Hello," she whispered, her heart pounding in her chest, " you did not have to do that. I wa—"


"Do you have to wait long for your drink here? He asked. "If yes, I think we should sit and wait." 


Setting was better. So Joyce nodded. But as usual, luck was not on her side and her name was called out. 


Taking her drink from the barista , she took a safe before nodding gratefully. 


"Come on," Micheal pointed to the door. " I would like to take you somewhere." 


Moments of helplessness - III