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

The movement she became aware of her surroundings, joy stopped, her eyes open. There was no waiting, no beating around the bush. She wanted to open her eyes and check if all of that was real?

The light and cool breeze in the room and the white wall that she was staring at was an indication enough that she was out of that cold, damp cell that had a rotting smell to it.

Her lips parted in a silent sigh of relief that she let out. She was safe, she was away from all of them.

Joyce became more aware of our surroundings, and she felt someone looking at her. The gaze was not something that made her scared. She recognised it.

Turning into the direction of it, she found Adrian sitting on the sofa in the room, staring at her.

Her husband, her love, the light of her eyes was sitting in the same room as her. There was so much distance in between them, the distance that she could not be polite with. All she wanted was for him to be next to her.

Found you - II