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ABOUT THE AUTHOR

NAZAR is the pen name of a female Indian author who has penned numerous romantic novels. She spends her days dreaming of fictional men 24×7. Her journey as a writer began at the age of 17, inspired by her constant daydreaming as a way to escape the PTSD and Depression she was battling. (By the way, she has always been an academic scholar!)

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DEDICATION

To the fragile souls who once dreamed of a hero—only to be claimed by a villain instead. A villain who did not shatter them but remade them, turning their world into something far more intoxicating than any heaven.

So be a good little doll, part your trembling fingers, and turn the page. Let yourself be drawn into the darkness, where your new favorite villain awaits.

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LILA GRACE

Born of light but raised in shadows, Lila Grace was a girl carved from silence. A delicate thing, trapped within a household that fed on her quiet suffering. Her uncle and aunt had built her a cage, and she had learned one unshakable truth—silence is survival.

Good girls do not cry. Good girls do not fight. Good girls do not speak.

Even when the hands that touched her left bruises darker than the night.

Even when the suffering became something far worse.

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LUCIEN MOREAU

A name whispered in fear, a presence veiled in shadow. Lucien Moreau was no mere man—he was a ghost, a storm in waiting.

Born into a dynasty of crime, his blood was inked with the sins of generations before him. He had long buried his humanity beneath the weight of silence. Silence was his armor. Silence was his only god.

No joy. No sorrow. No rage. Only the hush of his existence, suffocating everything in its path.

Until her.

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STORYLINE

Two souls, living by the same law yet shaped by different worlds, found themselves bound in a cruel twist of fate—a forced marriage.

For her, it was a new brand of hell. Another cage, another prison, another man who saw her as nothing more than a possession.

For him, it was yet another weight added to his already suffocating existence. Another burden. Another silence to carry.

But no matter how much they resisted, something unspoken coiled between them. A dark pull neither of them could escape. Like shadows drawn to the night, like fire lured by the wind.

Would this unwanted union ignite a new kind of torment, or would it unravel something far more dangerous—something neither of them was prepared to face?