Novels by Cursedlove

• • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • ZURICH • • • • • • The heat wrapped around Mili like a heavy blanket, her body aching from exhaustion. She stirred against the thick comforter, her limbs sluggish, her throat dry. The lingering soreness between her legs sent a flush creeping up her skin reminding her of the time before she slept. Though she had doted on teasing him, the girl had paid for every snowball she had thrown at him. During the last moment in the snow, he had whispered in her ear in a low and dangerous tone that he would make her apologize in a way she would never forget. And he had. Mili's breath shuddered as she sat up. The room.. in fact, the whole villa was warm because of the centralised heating system. Her gaze darted around the lavish bedroom. But then she realized that she was alone. The room was too quiet and she even had no idea about what time it was. Her stomach twisted a little. Where was Daniel? Why did he leave her uninformed in an unknown place?

• • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • Cupping more snow in her hands, Mili carefully pressed the pieces together, willing them to stick this time. When the shape finally seemed to hold, she removed her hands only for the entire thing to collapse immediately. "I told you... it's just frozen water," Daniel said, but the look on her face was a sight of pity as if her heart had broken along with the unborn snowman. Daniel could not imagine himself playing with frozen water; he surely had better things to do, but he somehow dropped into a crouch beside Mili. "Let's get this over with," he encouraged moulding the snow between his large hands. In a few minutes, the structure was there, standing proudly.. better than Mili hoped to execute. Mili watched him in awe. "How come you are good at everything?" "It's no big deal," he gave her a rare smile. Mili helped stack the second ball on top, and soon, their snowman was starting to take shape. By the time it ended, Mili secured only th

• • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • You are my home, my home for all seasons~ 𐙚 𐙚 𐙚 "Can you keep doing that wife thing for me, baby?" He gently asked against her lips. Mili shot her dazed eyes at the man over her even though she was struggling to focus. This was hardly the time for such a question, especially when he was still inside her; she was stuffed with his hard girth, and he was stretching her to her limits. "Say yes, or I won't let you finish," A mischievous smile adorned his handsome face as he purposefully slowed his pace, raking her entire body with bitter impatience and drawing a frustrated whimper from her. At this point, she'd agree to anything, whether it was making him coffee or signing away her soul. "Sí," Mili moaned. A strange kind of happiness spread across his heart; who knew after achieving so much in life, a simple cup of coffee from his wife would feel like the greatest achievement of all time? Though the taste - if the people of Ethiopia knew

• • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • And before she could snap her head out of sleepiness and say anything... before he could stop himself, his arms were around her. The steady rhythm of her breathing got twisted as he hovered over her lithe body. Mili gasped as his skin touched hers, she wasn't wrapped in any dream... She was wrapped in cosy fidelity. "Seventy two hours," she mumbled. Daniel took a look at his wristwatch before settling his famished eyes on his wife's pretty face and stated, "71 hours, 27 minutes and 48 seconds, bunny." A soft grin left her lips. Who even counts minutes and seconds. Such a freak! Mili's breath hitched, her soft grin faltering the moment she felt it -the hard, undeniable proof of his need pressing against her soft core. Heat rushed to her cheeks, spreading down her throat like a consuming wildfire. With deliberate slowness, he leaned in, his breath warm against the skin of her sensitive neck as he whispered, "And all I want is just to be

• • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • There's a meeting in my bed~ 𐙚 The conference hall of the Romano estate was a battlefield dressed in elegance since the early morning. After a lavish breakfast awfully early in the morning the men shifted to the meeting hall. A long, polished mahogany table was spread across the hall - around it sat all the highest-ranking men of the underground world, powerful figures and members of the board from the Romanos Empire - all of the men who didn't blink before signing death sentences, who built their fortunes on blood and loyalty. The cartel meeting was somewhat of a battle wrapped in formal words which stretched from morning till evening. The dim glow of the chandelier overhead barely softened the tension that thickened the air due to the dispute regarding the biggest shipment deal after having a day of successful discussion about other important matters. Lorenzo Romano sat at the far end, leaning back in his chair, fingers clasped together in

• • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • The door clicked shut behind her. And when the empty silence wrapped itself around the absence of his Mili, Daniel finally let out a slow breath and reached for the cup. His fingers adoringly moved along the rim of the cup - eyes drinking the warm essence much before lips could touch. He examined the mere cup of coffee like she had just solved a recipe that had stumped geniuses for generations. When the cup touched his lips, it was nothing but some overly sweet and burnt, lukewarm liquid, yet he drank every last drop as if it were the finest brew he had ever tasted across the globe. • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • Mili stretched her arms in the soothing sun. Her arms were mildly sore, sleeping like a big starfish all night long. Sleep had crept into her senses before she could realise, and when she woke up this morning, she was still in that position and alone. The garden was bathed in golden hues, sunflowers standing tall, swaying gently u

• • • Rosalia's POV -------------- "Mumma, what's this?" Reyna, my little curious daughter who is seven now asked out of nowhere, just as I feared last night. Before I could freshen up and put on some concealer on those hickeys from last night, my babies were in my bed. I should have left the bed early. "Looks like the huge spider bit mumma before I killed it yesterday," Rex tried to make sense with his sister. Indeed an indomitable spider it was, I smiled to myself. But wait .. what? "You killed a huge spider yesterday?" I asked, narrowing my eyes at my naughty son, who looked rather proud of his actions. "Yeah, I did. Aaron was so afraid of it. But I killed it for him. I wish I had a gun to eliminate whatever frightens my brother," Rex huffed, puffing out his cheeks. His words sent an unsettling shiver down my spine. "A gun, Rex?" I repeated, brushing a hand through his messy hair. "There are other ways to deal with fear, my son." It bothers me so damn much how

• • • Rosalia's POV -------------- "Do I need to remind this cunt .. who does it belong to?" He seethed in my ear pulling goosebumps all over my naked body. He slightly smirked in victory observing my vulnerability under his dominance. "Answer me, wife!" Kevin pressed again forcing my chin up making me look into the mirror before which I was standing, heaving in my absolute nakedness. It's been nine years since our marriage, Rex and Reyna are seven now, but still, this man is ever possessive as before. His possessiveness and protectiveness of me grow even further with time if that is even possible. There was a guy, insignificant like every other journalist, who was asking for my time for a private interview. Maybe he is fresh in his respective field that's why he's unaware of the fact that I do not do solo interviews, my husband does not allow me to. Kevin utterly hated the way he looked at me being amused like a little smitten guy, and now I'm being reminded of my

. . . After everyone left, Kevin gently scooped Rose into his arms, carrying her up to their bedroom. He then led her to the bathroom where he had prepared a romantic bath, the tub adorned with delicate rose petals and surrounded by the soft glow of scented candles. Gentle, romantic music filled the air and a bottle of fancy wine awaited them. Before Rose could surprise Kevin with the news of her success, she found he had already created this intimate, cosy arrangement just for them to celebrate it. Rose's heart swelled with warmth. No matter how much time passed, Kevin always had a way of making her feel like the most cherished woman in the entire world. It wasn't just the grand gestures, but the small, thoughtful details ....like how he had lit her favourite lavender-scented candles, knowing they relaxed her, or how he had drawn the bath to the exact temperature she liked. After giving birth, her favourites would change every once in a while but Rose could not even guess w

Three years later ___________ REX AND REYNA • • • 'IMPACT' Top 10 Under 30 Most Influential Women of the Year - ROSALIA KNIGHT Rose admired her picture on the glossy magazine cover, her fingers grazing over the newly launched diamond label she had worked tirelessly to establish. The name "Rosalia Knight", printed in bold, elegant letters under the headline, brought a satisfied smile to her lips. She still remembered the first time she had discovered her face in an entertainment column. It had felt surreal, even intrusive. But now... Now, she was a force to be reckoned with. She had carved her own empire, standing tall not only as Kevin Knight's wife but as Rosalia Knight - an influential entrepreneur and a mother of three. Unable to contain her excitement, she ordered the driver to hurry back home. She couldn't wait to brag about her recent ventures in front of her husband. The moment Rose stepped into the grand Knight Mansion, she was greeted by the sound of t

• • • A week passed by and Rose was at home steadily recovering from her postpartum. Her happiness knew no bounds with her babies safe and sound, cherishing beautifully in her arms. She had been deeply concerned about their health due to the premature delivery, but the doctor had assured her that they were perfectly healthy. The anxiety that had clouded her heart during those initial days had slowly dissipated, replaced by immense relief and gratitude. Despite the joy, a shadow of sorrow lingered in her heart. Rose had previously decided to give Maria the honour of naming her babies, acknowledging her invaluable support during the most critical moment of her life. But fate had been merciless. With Maria's tragic passing, the decision had slipped from her grasp. However, she chose to honour another tradition. One that Maria herself had informed her about during her pregnancy. According to the family's old customs, the first born boy and the first born girl would inherit the m

▪⬞▪ Like a fragile bird trapped in a storm, she felt the weight of his presence suffocating her every hope of escape. ▪⬞▪ The Knight family's middle aged consigliere produced some paper and put it on the front table. Two of the maids were standing at a far distance to provide if something was needed. A few men were standing outside the room and Miliani, shaking like a little leaf, was forcefully made to sit beside Daniel. Till then Miliani was fearing if he would force her to marry someone among the men present there but when the fretful realisation gnawed on her that she was about to be wedlocked by the man she could not hold herself stable in front of, it was too overwhelming and intimidating for her to take in. Daniel with his beautiful cursive writing signed the papers almost immediately, he was just a small step away from ascending to the pinnacle of his authority. Should he be bothered by this girl's reluctance and snivels? .. never. He strived hard, fought for year