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

"Tell me," Adrian leaned down and whispered in her ear, "you came so hard from rubbing my hand, what would happen if I had my fingers inside you?" 


"My!" She gasped and moved away from him, putting space in between them as much as she could in the left. "You—" what was she supposed to say?


In the end, after careful deliberation, Joyce ended up hitting him over the shoulder, and just as she was about to do it twice her rest was snatched. 


She yelped when her arm was turned around and put behind her back before she was pressed on to the lift wall with so much force that she winced and groaned. 


The ding infiltrated, indicating that the lift doors were opened and everybody was seeing this. 


Graham did not stop pushing her into the wall and certainly did not go easy on her arm. He was twisting it so hard that Joyce could not even let out a sound in protest to the pain she felt. 


New roles - I