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

"I.." Joyce blinked. "I don't think.. I.." 


"Take your time." he whispered leisurely, watching her face, as if it was a favorite time pass of his. 


"With what?" She pathetically whispered, her words almost resembling a cry. "You cannot just ask me to move in with you when I'm already living with you." Why would he ask her to do that? It was already difficult living with him. There were times when she was almost caught by him when she was staring at him. 


Not just staring at him, but more like she was admiring him more.. sexual manner. 


"I did not ask you that. I asked you to move into my room." 


She nodded. "Yes, that. That is something I am not to do. That is not something or religion permits us to do—"


"According to my understanding, it was someone who saved you from getting killed by the hands of your father. What does religion have to say about that?" His words were clipped and sharptoned, making her flinch as soon as they were delivered. 


A dangerous game - I