The black sedan rolled smoothly to a stop at the entrance of the office building. Yash was the first to exit, his long, polished figure stepping out of the car with practiced grace. He moved to the other side of the vehicle, opening the door for Alisha. His actions were smooth and confident, the slight lift of his brow and the faint tilt of his head indicating he was expecting her to follow his lead.
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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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