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

"Who is he?" The woman asked with twinkling eyes, almost knocking out the breath of Joyce. 


"What do you mean?" Joyce whispered, her breathing getting heavier by the second. "Who, he?" 


The woman gave her a knowing smile. " I am a mother, before that I was a girl. And when a girl prays that hard in church, usually two things are on her mind, and one of them is boys. So," the woman turned her stare into a pointed one, "who is he?" 


"Oh, umm.." Joyce gulped. What was she supposed to say to this woman? Did her mother know this woman or did she run into the same circles as her mother did? 


Because if she died, then it was definitely going to be a problem for her.


Imagine the horror on everyone's faces, especially the church going ladies, when they would come to know that she was playing for someone else, definitely not her fiance. 


"I have no idea what you are talking about." She schooled her expressions into a calm and collected one. "Maybe I'm just scared of the fact that I am going to get married soon. It's a little scary for me." 


"Marriage is scary for everyone. We just get the bitter end of the stick." The woman waved her off. "I understand that you do not trust me. But if you choose to tell, your secret is safe with me." 


How convenient of Hari to say that. How many people had she said the same words that had ended up giving her what she wanted?


Joyce was naive, innocent, but when it was the time of trouble, and she had to use her survival instinct, she knew what to do. 


"I understand." Joyce gave her tight smile. "Thanks." 


"Hmm." The woman nodded in return. " looks can only take you so far. It is the mind that carries you forward for the rest of your life. A mind that you have, mind that will do you good." 


"Women like us, women in captivity, for a long time, it makes you think about a lot of things." She smiled. "which makes it important that you choose the right husband." 


"The right to choose a husband does not rest with me, how am I supposed to do that?" 


It was like someone who was just a high school graduate, dreaming to be a scientist in NASA. 


But just like always, the woman smiled like she knew all the answers. "Sometimes, you will have to find your own way. a little manipulation, hurt no one, especially when it is in regards to your future." 


Manipulation.… It seemed like something so trivial, yet something so powerful. Something that she could use to alter her future, but something that if her father came to know about, she could be killed for. 


But if it meant that she could have a future with George, she would have it. 


Joyce was ready to do anything to even have a glimpse of hope to have a future, but the man she loved, including manipulating her father, could very easily bury her body somewhere in the backyard, and make roses grow on top of her. 


But hey, at least she would die trying. 


Turing to God - II