Rose Johnson Kapoor He called me a lioness. He taught me how to be one. But what he failed to understand was that I'm more than just the lioness—I'm a rose with thorns-who'll bring him to his knees. Ryan Johnson walked away, left without a second glance shattering my heart and left me bleeding. But I’m done waiting. Done crying for someone who easily discarded me. I’ve crossed oceans to claim what’s mine and make him suffer. He'd forced me to submit—to bend, to surrender. But this time, he’ll be kneeling and begging. What he doesn’t know, that I’m not just here to ruin him—I’m here to own him. To carve my name into his world the way he once carved himself into my soul. He'll feel every ounce of my wrath. And when I'm done, he'll beg to be mine. Yet, there's something I can't escape-a truth, I refuse to face. A question-For how long I'll be able to hold on to my hate-or-the secret I'm hiding. Especially when he shows the side of him that I'd never seen before. ____ Ryan Johnson I knew she’d come. My lioness never accepts defeat. I thought leaving was right, but all I did was destroy the only thing that mattered. Now, she’s here. And she wants war. She wants me to suffer, to pay. What she doesn’t realize is, I already have. I’ve been on my knees for her since the day I walked away. But she won’t break me. If she wants a fight, I’ll give her one. Because I don’t just want her rage—I want all of her. Yet, as I pull her back into my world, something lurks in the shadows-A threat we've to fight.
Lihat lebih banyakMy Tormentor Is My Lover
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Respect the author's hard work and creativity. Support the author by purchasing an authorized copy. Thank you for reading. TRIGGER WARNINGS: Please take the warning seriously. This story is not about your everyday romance. This is extremely DARK with explicit contents that you may not be comfortable with. And if you don't like sensitive subjects, this may not be a good book to read for you. With sèxual violence and abuse triggers, it is for people above 18 and especially for the readers who think that they can handle such a Hero. Ryan Johnson is definitely not a safe hero and is hard to love. IT CONTAINS THEMES THAT MIGHT BE UNCOMFÔRTABLE FOR SOME. THE HERO IS A Dominant, Controlling and OTT ALPHAHOLE AND HAS VERY QUESTIONABLE CHARACTER. HE IS NOT GRAY, HE IS DARK GRAY! But you know, how we love to hate them!!!! ____ ABOUT THE BOOK: --------------------- Rose Johnson Kapoor --------------------- He called me a lioness. He taught me how to be one. But what he didn't understand was the power and strength I hold in my heart. Ryan Johnson walked away, leaving me with nothing but a shattered heart, a precious gift and a future he never even gave a chance to. But now? I'm done waiting. I've come across oceans to take back what's mine. To make him pay. He forced me to my knees once --to submit, to surrender- but this time, he will be the one kneeling. He will feel every ounce of my wrath. And when I'm done, he will beg to be mine. Yet, there's something I can't escape. A truth I've buried so deep even I refuse to face it. Because love isn't just about winning-it's about losing too. No matter how much I try to hate him, my love persists, my heart beats alive whenever he's close. And I don't know if I'll be able to hold on to my hate or the secret I am hiding for much long. Not when he shows me the side of him that I had never seen before. -------------- Ryan Johnson -------------- I knew she would come for me. My lioness was never one to sit back and take defeat. I left her once, thinking that I was doing the right thing. Thinking she was better off without me. But all I did was break her. And in the process, I shattered myself. Now, she's here. Not as the girl I left behind, but as the woman who carries my name, my fire, and-God help me-my sanity. She wants to make me suffer. To bring me to my knees. What she doesn't realize is, I've been on my knees for her since the moment I walked away. I'll take her wrath, her fury, every ounce of vengeance she throws my way- if it means I get to see the love in her eyes once again. If it means I can hold her once more. But just having her is not enough. I need all of her. In the past, it was her body I wanted to rule, to own. But now? I want her heart. Her soul. And if she resists, if she pushes me away, I'1l have no choice but to remind her who I am. Yet, as I make her mine, another battle waits in the shadows. There's a storm brewing in my world, a danger circling the people I love. And if I don't stop it in time, I could lose everything before I even have the chance to claim her again. And that? That is one thing I refuse to let happen. #darkromance #billionaireromance #fierceheroine #sassy #comeback #secondchance #bd.sm. #hiddenpregnancy #controlling and #dominatinghero ____ This is the second book in a two book series: The Tormentor Series. Book One: My Boss Is My Tormentor is completed and you can read it before this one. ------ RYAN ------ When you taste betrayal in childhood, it never leaves you. My own mother taught me the most valuable lesson: trust no one, and money is the only thing that matters. I became the man my father never was- Ruthless and heartless. As one of the most sought-after billionaires, I'm accustomed to having my demands met even before I voice them. Money has its perks and I understand my mother's hunger for it. The moment I stepped in India, I knew I needed to leave, but fate had other plans. It led me to Rose Kapoor - captivating and defiant. The one woman who refused to bow to me, regardless of my status. When she dared to slap me and insult me in public, my need for revenge ignited. I promised myself I wouldn't leave this country until she begged for my mercy. She's a lioness, fierce and untamable. She thought loyalty and submission couldn't be bought. How naive she was. She didn't know that I would not only buy her submission- I would break her, ruin her, and bend her to my will until she begs for mercy. ------ ROSE ------ Beautiful, smart and loyal to her loved ones. Rose Kapoor will do anything for her family that gave her a life she has today. She only wanted this job to be independent and be able to live her life on her own terms for once. Instead, she met Ryan Johnson-a beautiful, arrogant bastárd who ruined her interview and insulted her like she was a nuisance. When she discovered he was her new boss, she tried to leave, but he blackmailed her into staying. Cold-hearted and ruthless to his core, her boss: Ryan Johnson, demanded more than an apology; he wanted her total submission or else her family will face his icy wrath. Trapped and desperate to save the only family she knew, she agreed to his terms, unaware of the dark depths of his demands. As she innocently resisted his control and tried to understand what kind of submission he was demanding, she found herself drawn into a dangerous game where not only her body but her heart-and soul- were at stake. TAGS: #enemiestolover #boss #secretary #officeromance #b.d.s.m #dominant #controlling #dark #drama #jealous #billionaire #blackmail ____ A. GUPTAROSE“Are you sure?” Michael asked again, his voice laced with concern.I grabbed the silk robe draped over the chair and walked toward the bathroom. “Yup.” The word left my mouth with more confidence than I felt. Truth was, I wasn’t sure. Not even a little. I was a mess—tightly coiled on the inside, like every breath I took might be the one that made me shatter.I shut the door behind me and looked in the mirror. And faced the reality. I let my eyes wander over my body with critical eyes. Cataloguing my shortcomings. Every flaw, every curve, every imperfection catalogued under harsh, unforgiving lights.And my mind went back to the scene I created not too long ago.----“You..” The director had laughed mockingky. Then turning to his crew he'd said, “This almost size eight is here to shoot the 'End of Summer'.” Some of them laughed with him and some of them looked at me with sympathy in their eyes. Only the assistant director and his shadow had stayed silent. They knew who I was. Th
ROSE“Rose!!”I turned left, my stomach still churning from the hellish flight. Eight weeks pregnant and I hadn’t gotten any morning sickness up until now.But apparently as soon as we were high up in the air to New York, the tiny Ryan xerox inside me decided to throw a midair tantrum just as the turbulence hit. My first time flying and I was already cursing the man responsible for both the baby and the nausea.I hate Ryan Johnson.“Rose! Rose!” Arjun’s voice cut through the crowd, his hand flailing like a madman’s. The grin on his face was wide enough to split his head in two.“He looks a little unhinged,” Michael murmured beside me.I elbowed him sharply. “He’s just happy to see me.”“Of course, that’s why you gave him a heads-up, huh?” he replied dryly.I ignored him as we reached Arjun, who immediately crushed me in a bear hug. His cologne was spicy, too strong, and paired with my queasy stomach, it nearly pushed me over the edge. I held my breath so I wouldn’t have to search fo
RYAN “Ryan!!” My daughter turned first, but even before I looked, I already knew who it was. Shaking my head at my terrible luck, I turned around, only to be immediately enveloped in a hug that reeked of Chanel. “Allison,” I greeted tightly. “Oh, how are you doing? I hope you’re feeling better than the last time.” She leaned in and whispered dramatically, “And rest assured, I haven’t told anyone about your wife.” I clenched my jaw as I felt small fingers tighten around mine. But before I could say anything, my not-so-innocent daughter chimed in. “Hi, I’m Anayaah.” Then she proceeded to deliberately look at Alison from head to toe which prompted the woman to stand straight under my little daughter’s scrutiny and her hands went to her hair, nervously. I wonder where my eight year old daughter learned to have this effect on people. Sometimes, she makes me afraid. “Hello, Anayaah.” Alison said sweetly, extending her hand for my daughter to shake. Ana just looked at her ha
RYAN“Daddy, do you think it’s bad if I hit someone?” Ana asked from the passenger seat, her eyes fixed on the Rubik’s cube in her lap.As her question registered in my mind, I went rigid. Completely, utterly rigid.God, I loved this little girl with every part of me. I’d lay down my life without question if it ever came to that. She was brilliant, beautiful, and only eight. But sometimes… sometimes she made my heart race in all the wrong ways. Like now.I swear the guy upstairs was having a grand laugh at my expense. Every damn woman He ever sent into my life had made it a little more hellish. And now, He’d sent me Ana, with all the fire and unpredictability of those women rolled into one tiny, terrifying package.I was afraid to ask, but apparently, I enjoyed living on the edge. “Who did you hit, Precious?”“Oh, no one,” she replied, nonchalantly clicking the final color into place before placing the solved cube back into the console. But I heard the silent yet.I tried again. “Who
ROSE “Rose, Michael is here!” Pops called from downstairs.Leaning out of the attic, I shouted back, “Tell him to wait!”“You’ve been holed up there for two hours. You need to eat something,” he grumbled. I could almost hear his displeasure in his voice, followed by the familiar lecture about how I should be taking better care of myself— for the baby’s sake.I knew it by heart by now. Every item on Pops’ to-do list for a healthy pregnancy had been carved into my brain like commandments.After taking back control of my life, well, at least pretending like I had, I’d finally been able to make a decision without falling apart over him. Okay, that was a lie. But at least I wasn’t sobbing anymore. Not all the time.I had called Pops.The moment he picked up, his voice had exploded through the receiver, laced with fury, fear, and pain. He berated me for not calling, for keeping everything from him. And then, in the same breath, he had asked me if I was safe. That was Pops, anger and love,
ROSEI stepped into the conference hall with deliberate slowness, my heels echoing sharply against the marble floor. The room fell into an immediate, suffocating silence, except for the shrill voice of the one woman I had come here to confront and put a stop to her stupidity. The same one who had dared to call my child a bastard.“The meeting was scheduled twenty minutes ago,” Mrs Singh announced, smug and condescending.I offered her a smile that didn’t reach my eyes. “I’m aware. I was running late… intentionally.”Gasps flickered across the room, and I could see as confusion clouded their carefully schooled expressions. But I didn’t care for their judgment. I wasn’t here to be liked. I was here to remind them who the hell I was.Before anyone could question me, I spoke again, my voice as sharp as broken glass. “I just stumbled upon an interesting rumor today. Or should I say, a steaming pile of bullshit?”I saw it immediately. The way spines stiffened, chairs creaked, and throats we
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