Yash stood before the tall mirror in his penthouse, framed in golden morning light that filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows. The city outside was slowly stretching awake, its skyline etched against a canvas of soft blue and sun-washed clouds. But inside, it was still. Silent. Except for the quiet hum of his breath as he adjusted the cuffs of his crisp white shirt.
I you want you can support me.
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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.
This contains explicit content, relationship with characters.
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