The night had fallen over Delhi like a velvet curtain, and the city’s pulse quickened as the most exclusive club in town came alive. The building was a beacon of luxury, a towering structure of glass and steel that reflected the lights of the city. Inside, the air hummed with the vibrations of deep bass, the music thumping through every inch of the venue.
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She was the face on every magazine cover, the woman everyone desired. But to him, she was never just a model—she was his. When Myra agrees to a marriage of convenience with Asher Anderson, she expects a transactional union. What she doesn’t expect is the way his obsession burns beneath his polished charm. With every stolen glance, every jealous touch, Asher’s love grows darker, more possessive—and more deadly. Men around her start to disappear. Whispers turn into truths drenched in blood. And when Myra demands her freedom, she learns the terrible cost of being adored by a man who doesn’t understand love—only ownership. Now she lives in luxury… locked behind Velvet Chains.
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