Billionaire Possessive Mind

Birthday Gift "She is mine Fucking Mine!!!" "She is mine Fucking Mine!!!"_____Everyone was running around with joy, their smiles glowing under the moonlight as the grand mansion shimmered in gold and white. Rose petals were scattered everywhere, chandeliers sparkled like stars, and the entire palace was alive with celebration. After all, the richest man in the country had a daughter today. Inside the lavish nursery, the air smelled like fresh roses and warm milk. Nurses bustled in and out, but one boy stood still—dead still—his dark eyes fixed on the fragile little girl waving her arms in her crib. He couldn't have been more than seven. Wearing black denim jeans, a matching t-shirt, and a jeans jacket—all in the darkest shade of night—he looked like a shadow with a pulse. A tiny Rolex watch gleamed on his small wrist, but it wasn't the designer shine that made him stand out. It was his presence. Too calm. Too still. Too intense—for a child. Slowly, the boy walked c

Punishment "You love to disobey me right Jaan, let me teach you some lessons!" "You love to disobey me right Jaan, let me teach you some lessons!"_______Without saying a word, Zayn stepped out of the car, the gravel crunching under his polished shoes as he made his way to her side. He opened the door and stared down at her."Get up," he ordered coldly when she didn't move. His voice was sharp, slicing through the heavy silence.Still frozen in place, she trembled.Not waiting for her compliance, he grabbed her arm — firm, unrelenting — and dragged her out of the car, leading her straight into the mansion. His grip never faltered. The hallways were eerily quiet, the only sounds echoing off the marble floor were her soft, panicked breaths and his calculated steps.He flung open the door to his room. The dim red lights bathed the room in a dangerous glow."You have a habit of disobeying me, don't you, baby?" he whispered darkly, locking the door b

His Doll "Coming in front of me, with a new face new body, fucking YES!!" _________"Where are you, doll..." Zayan's voice broke into a low whisper, cracked with longing. He sat on the cold floor of his darkened room, the red dupatta crushed tightly to his chest. His hands trembled as he inhaled the familiar scent that still clung to the fabric — her scent. His girl. His obsession. His ruin. "I missed you... a lot," he murmured, his voice shaking with more emotion than he'd allow anyone to ever witness. He buried his face in the soft fabric, clutching it like it was the last piece of her left in this cruel, empty world. The rest of the world could burn. He only wanted her. Outside, his mother's voice pierced the suffocating silence. "He hasn't stepped out of his room in days, Arsh. I'm worried about my son," Zaniyah said, her voice heavy with desperation. "Let him be, Zaniyah," Arsh replied coldly, eyes glued to his laptop. "How can I? He's not just your heir. He's our son! An

DUAADamn, it was a hectic day—roaming endlessly through this colossal empire, trying to remember each hallway, each polished stair, each intimidating corridor.I seriously don't know how people memorize ways in this place. It's like a maze, wrapped in gold and secrets.Anyway, I'm finally back in my room... or should I say cave?The interiors are suffocatingly dark. Every glass table, every curtain, every piece of decor feels like it was stolen from a gothic museum. Nothing in here breathes light. Only richness. Opulence. Cold power.The only vibe this place gives off is money... and something else.Something illegal.Or maybe I should say—"Hey, beautiful woman!"A voice snapped through my thoughts like a blade. I blinked sharply, my gaze cutting to the man standing at my office door.I raised a single eyebrow, unimpressed and visibly irritated.Not today. Not after this draining day."May I know your name, pretty girl?" he asked, with a disgusting smirk that made me want to snap th

ZAYAN She was just staring at me with those wide, innocent eyes.Her eyes.The same ones I used to lose sleep over.The same ones that made me crave things I should've buried.They haven't changed.They will kill me someday.But if she knew what they did to me... if she knew how they made me feel...She would run.She'd run like hell.But you're lucky, kitten.I don't let go of what's mine.Not in this life. Not in any after it.Not even in your dreams, my love.Because right now, you're in my arms.Exactly where you belong.And I'll make sure this — you and me — stays eternal.You belong in my arms.And you'll be caged in them for the rest of your life.You just don't know it yet.I pulled her harshly, crashing her soft, small body against my chest.She let out a sharp gasp — the sound so sweet, so addictive, it coiled in my blood like fire._____________________"Love," his voice rasped — deep, velvety, and soaked in sin.It slid down her spine like ice and heat combined.She didn'