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

Carefully, getting up after silencing her phone, Joyce softly padded on the floor into the bathroom and close to the door behind her. She then locked it.  


Picking up the phone as quickly as she could, Joyce placed it next to her ear, and whispered, "Declan?" 


"What are you expecting someone else to call you in the middle of the night?" 


Yikes, he was like a shark out for blood. But it was kind of stupid to take his name when she knew he was going to call her.


"No no, I was not expecting anyone else other than you. I'm kind of grateful that you actually called me." 


Joyce waited for him to say something. Hopefully, since he was not in company anymore, he would be more receiving but ended up receiving silence from his end. 


Her heart felt heavy at the lack of response from her brother. He was quick witted and always had one on the spot to rebuke her back with. 


It was painful to watch him pull away from her like she had never been close to his heart in the first place. 


The call - II