The Mafia billionaire's Revenge Bride
Synopsis
“Marry me for three years, and I'll erase your family's $7 million debt.”
Riya Kapoor has one problem left in her ruined life: seven million dollars of debt.
Her dying father borrowed the money to save their failing family business, and now the Rajvansh Group wants every penny back. With their home and everything else on the line, Riya goes to the one man powerful enough to decide their fate.
Aryan Rajvansh.
Billionaire. Heir. Ruthless businessman.
And the man Riya has every reason to hate.
She expects threats, humiliation, maybe even prison.
Instead, Aryan slides a marriage contract across his desk.
His offer is simple: marry him, and her family's debt disappears.
Riya refuses.
Aryan doesn't care.
Forced into a marriage neither of them wants, Riya makes one rule clear—this will be a marriage in name only. But Aryan has rules of his own, and the closer they get, the harder it becomes to remember where revenge ends and desire begins.
Because Aryan isn't just a billionaire with enemies.
He has a dangerous secret hidden behind his perfect suit and polished empire.
And Riya may have unknowingly married herself into the world he has spent years controlling.
When old enemies return, family secrets surface, and Riya discovers the real reason Aryan chose her, the marriage that was supposed to be a business deal becomes a battle for trust, survival, and love.
He wanted a revenge bride.
She wanted freedom.
Neither expected to fall in love.
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Chapter: Chapter 68: The Names That Still BreatheChapter 68: The Names That Still Breathe**Riya’s POV**The phone kept ringing.Not loud. Not frantic. Just steady and patient, the way a blade is patient when it already knows the softest place to cut. One long tone after another against the scarred wood of the table while rain tried to erase the tire tracks outside and the three bodies on the concrete kept cooling like they had nowhere better to be.Aryan’s hands were still on me. One pressing the fresh pad hard against the wound in my side, the other tearing tape with his teeth. His mouth was a hard line. The bruise along his ribs looked almost black under the wet black fabric. Every time he reached, I saw the careful way he moved—like the ribs were reminding him they still belonged to someone who had been hit hard and recently.I didn’t reach for the phone.Neither did he.Ananya’s voice came low from the doorway, rifle still up, eyes still cutting the dark. “She’s gone. Single vehicle. No tail I can see. Rain’s thick enough to hi
Last Updated: 2026-11-08
Chapter: Chapter 67: The Dead Don’t Knock TwiceChapter 67: The Dead Don’t Knock Twice**Riya’s POV**The third set of tires didn’t announce itself with the same soft, wet thump as the first two. It was quieter. More careful. Like the driver already knew the ground was soft with rain and blood and didn’t want to wake whatever still slept under it.Aryan’s hand left mine the second the sound reached us. He was already moving, already angling his body between me and the open side door, Glock low and ready. Ananya had frozen halfway across the room, rifle half-raised, eyes cutting toward the entrance.I stayed where I was. Sitting on the edge of the mattress with the fresh pad pressed hard against my side, the med kit open beside me, the taste of Aryan’s blood still ghosting the inside of my mouth from where I’d bitten him. The wound had opinions. I told it to shut the fuck up and keep the rest of the blood inside where it belonged.Outside, the engine cut.One door opened.One.Not six. Not four. One.Aryan’s shoulders didn’t relax.
Last Updated: 2026-11-07
Chapter: Chapter 66: The Ghost’s Bloody Fucking Teeth Just Bit the Wrong Pair of BastardsChapter 66: The Ghost’s Bloody Fucking Teeth Just Bit the Wrong Pair of Bastards**Riya’s POV**The tires stopped like a held breath.Not a squeal. Not a dramatic slam. Just that soft, wet *thump-thump* of rubber kissing concrete that had already given up fighting the rain. Two vehicles. Lights off. East approach. Exactly where Ananya said they would be.Aryan’s body went from warm to weapon in the space between one heartbeat and the next. His hand left the bandage like it had never been gentle. One second he was still half-hard against my thigh, the next he was already rolling, already reaching, already becoming the thing the old network used to whisper about when the lights went out.I sat up slower. The fresh tape pulled. The wound protested. I told it to shut the fuck up and keep the blood inside where it belonged.Ananya’s voice crackled again, lower, tighter. “Two SUVs. Blacked out. No plates I can read from here. Four doors opening. Six bodies. Moving like they’ve done this bef
Last Updated: 2026-11-06
Chapter: Chapter 65: The Ghost Still Has TeethChapter 65: The Ghost Still Has TeethRiya’s POVThe rain did not ease. It only changed its mind about how it wanted to kill the city. One minute it came in sheets that made the corrugated roof sound like a drumline of the damned. The next it turned into a steady, spiteful hiss that worked its way through every crack and dripped somewhere in the dark like a clock counting down how long we still had to live.Aryan’s hand stayed over the fresh bandage the entire time. Not gripping. Just resting there like the weight of his palm could convince the wound to behave. His thumb moved in the smallest circles against the edge of the tape. I could feel every careful pass of it. I could also feel the way his body stayed coiled even in the afterglow, every muscle still listening for the next thing that wanted to crawl out of the past and bite.I let the quiet stretch until it started to itch.“You’re doing that thing again,” I murmured against his throat.His voice came out low, still rough from e
Last Updated: 2026-11-05
Chapter: Chapter 64: Teeth of the GhostChapter 64: Teeth of the GhostThe tablet still glowed when Ananya locked the last window shutter. That single surname sat there like a loaded chamber. Aryan hadn’t moved from the scarred table. Rain water dripped off the ends of his hair and hit the floor in slow, irregular ticks. My side burned under the fresh tape, a wet heat that pulsed every time I shifted my weight. I stayed on my feet anyway. Sitting felt like surrender.Ananya laid out magazines in neat rows on a second table, movements sharp and economical. “Two hours of quiet if we’re lucky. Residual will start flooding the river routes once they finish counting bodies. We move before dawn or we dig in and bleed for every meter.”She clipped a radio to her vest and checked the frequency twice. “I’m on the roof. Perimeter cams are live. I’ll call the second anything bigger than a rat crosses the jetty line.” Her eyes flicked between us—Aryan’s rigid shoulders, the fresh red already blooming through my bandage—then she climbed
Last Updated: 2026-11-04
Chapter: Chapter 63: The Ghost We BuriedChapter 63: The Ghost We BuriedThe magnetic lock gave with a sound like a spine snapping.I was already moving before the first boot cleared the threshold. Rifle up. Cheek welded to the stock. The cold air of the server farm bit deeper as the door bowed inward and then exploded open in a spray of sparks and twisted metal. Rain and flashlight beams poured in together. Three shapes in the first wave—black kit, suppressed carbines, moving like they had practiced this exact breach a hundred times in a warehouse that didn’t smell of ozone and my blood.Aryan’s voice was a blade across the racks. “Left.”I took the left. The first man came in high, muzzle sweeping for center mass. I put two rounds through the gap under his plate and watched him fold sideways into the nearest rack. Servers shrieked as metal met bone. The second man tried to use the falling body for cover. Aryan’s rifle spoke once—flat, final—and the second man’s head snapped back hard enough to lift his boots off the concret
Last Updated: 2026-11-03
Feral Claim
one morning, she forgot him completely—and tried to kill him with a knife.
The problem?
He remembered everything.
She doesn't. She forgot virupaksha
Feral Claim
Five thousand years ago, the world feared monsters.
Now... they fear the one monster who survived.
Veerupakasha is no ordinary Alpha. He is an ancient Rakshasha who has witnessed the rise and fall of civilizations, buried countless enemies, and carries a past soaked in blood. Legends call him a demon. His enemies call him death. He calls himself cursed.
When fate binds him to Sira, a fearless young werewolf haunted by secrets of her own, the impossible becomes reality. Their bond should never have existed. Their love was never meant to survive.
As forgotten prophecies awaken, vampire conspiracies spread through the shadows, and rival packs prepare for war, Veerupakasha is forced to confront enemies older than kingdoms themselves. Ancient gods stir. Monsters crawl back into the light. The line between predator and protector begins to disappear.
To save the people he has come to love, Veerupakasha must embrace the monster he spent millennia trying to bury. But every battle demands a sacrifice, and some prices can never be repaid.
Can love redeem a creature born from nightmares?
Or will the world once again learn why demons were never meant to walk among wolves?
Feral Claim is a dark werewolf fantasy filled with action, immortal heroes, terrifying creatures, vampire-werewolf hybrids, brutal battles, kingdom building, and emotional twists where every victory leaves another scar.
Some monsters are created.
Others choose to become one.
And the most terrifying of them all... fights to protect the very world that fears him.
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Chapter: Chapter 71: Threads of Gold and MoonlightChapter 71: Threads of Gold and Moonlight**Ava’s POV**The afternoon sun sat on the valley like it had nowhere better to be. Every leaf threw back tiny scraps of gold. The clearing smelled of turmeric, wet clay, and the green sweetness of banana leaves spread out like someone had laid an offering for the gods and then forgotten the gods were watching.Seven pots waited in a careful circle. Palligai. Palikai. Whatever the hell the name was supposed to be, they stood there glistening where the paste hadn’t dried yet. The women moved around them with the easy rhythm of people who’d done this a hundred times. I hadn’t. Neither had Sira. That part was new for both of us.Lakshmi knelt by the central pot and added one last curling tendril of yellow paste with the tip of her ring finger. “The lines should breathe,” she said. “Not rigid. Like a river finding its own path to the sea.”Sira copied the motion on her own pot. Her loops came out wider, clumsier, veering off like they had minds of
Last Updated: 2026-11-08
Chapter: Chapter 70: The Long Walk HomeChapter 70: The Long Walk Home *(Fledgling’s POV)*Pain woke me like someone had driven a heated iron straight into the marrow of my bones and then twisted it for fun.Both elbows were ruined. Not clean breaks. That golden-eyed bastard Virupaksha had grabbed them, twisted outward until the joints screamed and splintered, until bone ground against bone like broken glass under a boot. Every twitch sent white lightning up my arms and into my shoulders. The message carved into my chest—shallow enough that I would live, deep enough that the scars would never fade—pulled and burned with every ragged breath.WEDDING IN PROGRESS NO ENTRYBlood had already crusted over the letters. When I breathed too deep the scabs cracked and fresh wetness slid down my ribs like warm tears. Moonlight filtered through the sal canopy above me, cold and completely uninterested in whether I lived or died. I lay where the monster had dropped me, at the base of the ridge, maybe two miles from the nearest paved
Last Updated: 2026-11-07
Chapter: Chapter 69: Shadows on the PerimeterChapter 69: Shadows on the PerimeterI am Virupaksha, and the valley no longer sleeps the way it once did.Even now the women’s voices drift up from the central clearing—soft evening lullabies wrapped around stories of ancient brides and hearths that never went cold. Turmeric and jasmine still ride the wind, clinging to every leaf. Beneath that sweetness runs something older. Something that does not belong. Old blood. Cold iron. The faint rot of things that should have stayed buried under centuries of dirt.Lakshmi had spoken to me the morning after the haldi, her eyes kind but absolute. “No seeing the bride until the muhurtham. Not even a glimpse. The glow must stay hers alone until the fire witnesses you both.”I inclined my head once. Then I turned and walked upstream without another word.By dusk I had not returned.I took the night watch instead. Not one shift. All of them.When the request moved through the pack link, Kael’s presence sharpened with quiet curiosity. Thorn snorted
Last Updated: 2026-11-06
Chapter: Chapter 68: The Grinding of Grains and Golden ThreadsChapter 68: The Grinding of Grains and Golden ThreadsI sat on the low wooden plank cushioned with banana leaves, the afternoon sun pressing down on the valley like a warm palm. My skin still carried yesterday’s turmeric—faint gold shimmering along my arms and the curve of my throat where the paste had soaked in overnight. The light cotton sari Lakshmi had chosen for me felt almost too thin against the heat, but the jasmine she had braided into my hair released its thick, sweet scent every time I turned my head. A thin line of kumkum marked my forehead. Promise, she had called it. I touched it once, lightly, and let my hand fall.The clearing near the pool had changed again. Mats formed a wide circle under a canopy of marigolds and mango leaves. Three large stone grindstones waited in the center—true ammi kal, flat and worn smooth by decades of hands, each paired with its heavy cylindrical stone roller. Baskets of whole wheat, cloth-tied bundles of spices, and smaller ones of rice sat
Last Updated: 2026-11-05
Chapter: Chapter 67: Golden Confusion and Sticky BlessingsChapter 67: Golden Confusion and Sticky BlessingsI woke before the valley fully remembered how to breathe.The canvas above me still smelled of last night’s woodsmoke and the faint, stubborn ghost of rosewater. Tiny flakes of dried turmeric drifted from my skin when I stretched, floating down like lazy golden confetti. My arms, my collarbones, the soft place just under my jaw—everything still carried that warm, powdery residue. I smiled at the leaf-filtered light and whispered to no one, “Well, fuck me sideways with a marigold. This is actually happening.”Outside, the clearing by the pool was already alive.I stepped out barefoot, the earth cool under my soles, and found Ava directing chaos like a general who’d forgotten she was supposed to be relaxing. Her hair was tied back with a strip of marigold-yellow cloth, sleeves rolled high, and she was barking orders at a small army of brass vessels, thalis, and cotton towels. Lakshmi stood beside her, calm as a temple statue, already stir
Last Updated: 2026-11-04
Chapter: Chapter 66: The Mark of Many HandsChapter 66: The Mark of Many HandsI sat on the flat boulder upstream and tried to pretend the human noise didn’t still rattle around inside my skull like loose stones. Afternoon light poured through the willows and turned the water the color of watered-down gold. I kept my knees drawn up, forearms braced across them, and watched the current the way some men watch fire—something that moves whether you give a shit or not.The turmeric business earlier had left the whole damn valley smelling like a spice market that had been kicked over. Yellow dust on mats, yellow handprints on mortar, yellow streaks on every sari that had gotten too close. I had walked away the second the women started packing up the bowls. Distance still felt like the only language I trusted.I did not hear the girls.They came out of the bamboo thicket like three little storms that had decided to share one brain. Jess in the lead, brass bowl hugged to her chest. Riley right behind her. Taylor last, quiet and somehow
Last Updated: 2026-11-03
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