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.

****
Dark romance you have been warned.
Can be read as a standalone .

Belonging To The Darkness

That was a very familiar voice, especially when she thought of the person who it belonged to a lot of times during today.


Micheal's hand left her throat, and he stepped back before nodding respectfully at the man in front of him. "Mr Murphy."


"Is that how you are planning on treating her as your wife?" Adrian titled his head slightly. "Then I don't think that this marriage is going to last you long." 


What is it just her understanding? Or did Adrian Murphy actually make a remark about his previous marriage? 


Micheal gulped before letting out a chuckle. "I hope you understand what we're doing. My future wife and I are into a bit of rough play." 


Joyce frowned. What in the world did a rough play mean? 


Adrian did not seem convinced by the excuse. "I don't think she even knows the meaning of that." He shook his head. "My eye is on you, Michael. Watch out." With that said, the man turned around and walked away like the conversation had never happened. 


Michael stayed at the place where Adrian Murphy had stood and Joyce took that chance to live. She slipped away from him before moving out of the hallway and finding her brother. 


"Hey," Declan looked away from the couple that he was talking to. His eyes landed on her almost crying face before he lowered them to her throat, "Joyce.." 


"I don't want to talk about it." She whispered and gulped. "But what would happen if you spilled a glass of champagne on you?" 


"I don't know. Let's find out." He raised his glass of whiskey up like he was doing a   toast only to have splash around the edges and spell allowed his neck line. "Shit."


"Oh my," The woman gasped. "You must change!"


"I must." Declan agreed and excused them before wrapping his arm around her waist and taking her out of the building. 


"Dec, you did not tell papa about it." She hissed, leaning into him. "We have to tell him if you have the will to live." 


"Relax," Declan huffed as he slipped a £10 bill into the hands of the valet. "What is he going to do, kill his only heir?" 


That was a point made. There was nothing her father would do and endanger the life of a brother. 


While sitting in the backseat with her brother, Joyce lightly caressed her skin on the neck that had been pushed by his fingers and now burned when she touched it. 


Michael had lost his control over something that she did not even know about in a building filled with people that he knew and she could only imagine what he would do to her when she would be alone with him in his house, his domain. 


Both hard, he even lost his control over? What has she done to begin with? Joyce did not even talk to anyone out of turn or to even make polite conversation. She stayed quiet as Instructed. 


"What happened, Joyce?" Declan whispered as he turned his head. "What made him do that?" 


"I don't know." She answered him. "I would have said that I deserved it, if I knew what happened, Dec, but I don't." 


Her hands started as she continued to touch her neck when the realization settled in. "What about—"


"don't worry about it. I will take care of him."


The car stopped in front of their home and Declan moved out to open the door for her. As they moved inside the house, he loosened his tie and motion for her to go up and sleep. 


The entire night, Joyce remained in her dress, jewelry, and in her make up while lying on the bed with her legs dangling on the floor as she continued to hear yelling between her father and her brother until the door to his office closed. 


Unhappy vibes- III