All Chapters of Shadows Of The Dark Heart : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Vincent's POVNo one drives me mad like she does. No one else could. I don’t even recognize myself when she looks at me like that vulnerable, yet defiant.Her lips parted slightly as she tried to fill her lungs with air, her head thrown back with every deep thrust. She was looking fucking gorgeous like this, already flushed and sensitive from my mouth on her nipples.I thrust harder as I lose control, hunger running in my veins, the blood, the desire I have for her every breath is fucking insane.I give a hard thrust, wanting to see more of that expression.The way her back arches beneath me, the way her breath stutters.I thrust harder and deeper. She doesn’t even realize how fucking gorgeous she is like this, ruined by my touch. She looks like mine.“Answer,” I growl, wrapping my arms around her legs, pulling them higher until she can’t escape, thrusting harder and deeper.“Say it.” I drag her closer. “Say you’re mine.”I press my forehead to hers, my breaths tangled with hers, need

Author's POV One by one, he grabbed the loose pleats of her saree and fixed them properly, his hands focused, fixing everything to the point that he knelt down in front of her.Aria stood still in front of him, her heart uneven. The only thing in her mind, repeating since last night, was clear Vincent’s interest in her went far beyond the contract.And that realization terrified her more than anything else.As Vincent finished setting her saree, he rose slowly from the ground, his eyes locked on her.He leaned down as his lips touched her hair in affection, creating a shiver through her body. He gripped Aria's hand firmly and started walking.As they walked into the grand wedding venue, they could hear the music filling the air. Everyone was busy with their tasks, clearly indicating that they were the last ones to arrive.Natalie spotted them instantly, her steps moving toward them.“Finally, you both are here,” she said with mild exasperation. “Aurora kept asking for you.”Aria look

Author's POV Their conversation was interrupted by Adrian, who came toward them, his expression serious.“I made all the arrangements you asked for,” he said, glancing at Vincent. “I also sent Rowan to take care of Mrs. Sullivan’s security.”Vincent’s eyes moved to Adrian as he asked, “How was he?”Adrian’s voice lowered, heavy with what he was about to say. “Not good… He was crying. After so many years, I’ve never seen him break down like that.”Vincent nodded slowly, understanding the gravity of the situation.Samyuktha broke the silence. “Well, what is going to happen when he falls in love with Vincent’s sister?”Her expression changed immediately, and she quickly added, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to rile you up. But honestly, that guy was really irritating. If he truly loved her, he should have fought harder for her.”Her words hung awkwardly in the air. She shut her mouth, knowing she shouldn’t have spoken that way, then quickly added professionally, “I’ve taken care of all the digita

Author's POV The cold wind howled through the open spaces of the deserted railway station as the man behind the glass window slid a small paper ticket forward.“Your train will come at 9 p.m. on Platform 4,” he said in a dull voice, not even looking at her, his focus on the screen.Aria took the ticket with trembling fingers, giving a quiet nod before stepping aside as the person behind her moved into her place.She wrapped her shawl tightly around herself for safety. The weight of fear was haunting her. Everything was scaring her.She checked her watch. 8:30 p.m. The station’s dim lights were flickering as if it were made for some haunted place.There were only a few passengers, and most of them were men.She could feel the strong gazes on her that unnerving attention that hangs heavy when you’re a lone woman in a space not made for you.Every step she took made her stomach tighten into a knot. She had chosen this place because it was small, unknown, almost forgotten by the city. No

Vincent's POV I knew it the moment she opened that laptop.She thinks I don’t know. But I know every breath she takes. I know when she blinks, when she fucking lies to herself that she’s free.I’m not scared of her finding out who I am. I want her to know. Every truth.Every reason behind why I destroyed myself just to keep her mine. I want her to feel it, drown in it. This obsession, this fire, this madness that has her name written all over it.I wanted her to remember. But she didn't. And still, I let her walk.If I want I could’ve cuffed her to the fucking bed. Could’ve buried myself deep inside her till she knows she can't be free.But no, I let her run. I wanted her to try. I wanted her to believe there was a way out. I wanted her to taste that illusion of freedom… before I burned it all down right in front of her. Because the deeper she breathes that fake freedom, the harder it’ll hit when it vanishes.I had no problem with her running until she did that one fucking thing. Ta