Dark Romance Romance Web Novels & CEO Flash Marriage Stories

"Look at yourself, Clara. I can't even get turned on by looking at you anymore. What did you expect? That I'd make love to a wall?" Those cruel words shattered Clara's world in an instant. She had given Julian everything—her loyalty, her youth, and every part of herself. But as her body changed and she gained weight, the love of the man who had once vowed to cherish her forever disappeared along with it. Day after day, Clara found herself begging for scraps of affection from a husband who could barely bring himself to acknowledge her existence. Then, a ghost from her past stepped back into her life. "You said yes. That means you're mine, Clara." Damon was not joking about the childhood promise Clara had always dismissed as nothing more than innocent play. Unlike her cold and indifferent husband, Damon looked at Clara as though she were the center of his universe. His gaze burned with a dangerous obsession—an all-consuming possessiveness that refused to accept the word no. Caught between a dying marriage and a man whose unwavering desire threatened to consume everything, Clara faced a perilous choice: remain with the husband who treated her like a shadow, or surrender herself to the man who would gladly set the world ablaze just to make her his.

Alora made a couple of mistakes over seven days due to emotions. The first was spending a night with a stranger because she caught her best friend and fiancé together a week before their wedding. The second was lying to hundreds of reporters that Kellan Torrington was her fiancé after finding out her best friend had taken her place at the altar. Not willing to accept defeat, she lied to the whole city that she was going to be married to Kellan Torrington in a week without knowing anything about him. She had no idea that the same man she was lying with was the same man she had spent a night with a week ago. A man who was ruthless and wasn't willing to let what she did slide. Alora wanted to escape humiliation and not accept defeat but instead, she got herself involved in a mess she couldn't get out of. It all started with a lie and somehow it became her reality. A blessing or a nightmare?

Seven hundred and thirty nights of marriage, and my husband never touched me once. Preston Sinclair claimed the car crash before our wedding left him medically impotent. Out of guilt and devotion, I walked away from my billionaire family’s empire, hid my identity as the world-renowned biochemical formulator "S.K.," and spent two years building his company from the shadows. Until the night of our second anniversary. Standing outside his study door, I heard my "impotent" husband moaning the name of my best friend, Chloe—the only person I trusted when I had nothing. "Wait until the $500M patent clears," Preston panted into the phone. "Once I steal her formula, I’ll dump my pathetic charity case of a wife and make you Mrs. Sinclair." I didn't cry. I printed the divorce papers on the spot, triggering a mandatory 30-day cooling-off period. When I stepped into the dark hallway, I collided with the one man Preston fears most: Dominic Sinclair. His ruthless older half-brother. The cold-blooded head of Sinclair Global who walks with a titanium cane and never removes his black leather gloves. Except tonight, Dominic peeled off his glove in the dark, pressed his bare thumb to my lips, and whispered a lethal bargain: "Give me thirty days, little sister-in-law. And I’ll help you burn their world to ash—starting in my bed."

A virgin wife was the only thing the man I was arranged to marry asked for. Determined to escape marrying a man I don’t love, I did the most irrational thing. I had a one-night stand with a man I met in a bar but when I thought I won, tell me why he was standing in our living room with discussions of marriage?! I gave him a blank cheque so he could write any amount he wanted after I spent the night with him. But when he returned the paper, it had my full name written on it. Rhea Moore. He wanted me as payment. I fell right into his trap. He was hot-headed, possessive, and a monster in bed. His touches were addicting yet I tried all the tricks to get him to divorce me, but he was obsessive and stubborn. I’ll show him how reckless, cruel, and stubborn I can be. He stepped closer, my chest against his torso. I could feel him breathing hard as his eyes were locked on mine. “Didn’t I tell you? Once we start, you can’t back out.” His words echoed in my mind.

A quiet girl. A ruthless monster. And a storm that changed everything. She only wanted a simple, peaceful life. He was cold, ruthless, and feared by the entire city. A monster who rules the underworld with an iron fist. On one dark, stormy night, their worlds collided. All she wanted was to survive the cold rain and make it home. But the moment his deadly, pitch-black eyes locked onto her, her fate was sealed forever. To the world, he is a heartless beast who shows no mercy. To him, she instantly became the only addiction he would tear the city apart to claim. She ran as far as she could, desperate to protect her peace and freedom. But in his world, the hunter never lets his prey go. "Did you really think you could run from me, honey? While I am still breathing, you belong to my darkness." Can a fragile heart survive the suffocating grip of a ruthless mafia king, or will his dark obsession consume her completely?

Ziva Wilson wakes drugged in a glass booth at an elite human trafficking auction, sold by the boyfriend she sacrificed everything for. Billionaire Tyrell Smart: the boy she rejected in high school, bids $10 million to "rescue" her, then forces her into marriage claiming it's the only legal way to protect her from being reclaimed as purchased property. Trapped between the man who sold her and the obsessive CEO who's watched her for years, Ziva discovers her entire life has been orchestrated by a trafficking network that's been grooming her since she was sixteen because she looks exactly like her mother, who escaped the same captors twenty years ago.