His to Break , Mine to Burn ~~

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Hello roses

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I started writing this new story I will surely try to complete and not to leave it in middle like my previous story

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My boards are going on nowadays, and I am really stressed, but I really excited about this story, so I just thought to release it

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I will start updating after 30th April and tried to be regular because this is going to be the rollercoaster ride for you all so just patiently wait for me and I will definitely not disappoint you guys

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This is going to be the dark romance 🌚🌚 as I am one of the dark romance reader so just wait patiently for me and don't forget me okay ~~~

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Love you guys bye bye ~~~~

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One thing more before going do tell me that I have deleted my previous chat story as I am not satisfied with it and it didn't turned out like I want it to be so

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Give me suggestions that I will write another chat story on Beautiful Sin~~ or not

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Now final bye bye 👋👋

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Don't forget me 😉

Prologue ~~

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We were never strangers. Even before we met, we were circling each other like smoke and fire—drawn, doomed, inevitable.

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I am here to kill him. With a smile on my lips and a lie in my heart. Because I’d already seen him. Watched him. Wanted him. Not for the kill. For the craving.

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He moved like sin wrapped in silk. The kind of man who didn’t just steal power—he devoured it. And I was supposed to be his end. But the second his eyes found mine across the room, I knew I’d already lost. Because monsters recognize their own. And I was starving.

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She thought she was hunting me. Deadly. I let her watch. Let her think she had the upper hand. I’d felt her eyes long before I saw her face—and when I finally did, it felt like looking into the version of myself I’d tried to bury. Beautiful. Deadly. Mine.

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She walked in like temptation with a body count. Wore red like a warning, smiled like she knew how I'd die. She was wrong.

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She would be the one to fall. To burn. To break. And I’d be right there to catch her— Wrap her in chains made of kisses and promises, and make her thank me for every bruise I carved into her soul.

We were poison and gasoline. Fire and sharp edges. And when we collided, the world didn’t stand a chance. Not because we were in love. But because we were obsessed. With the danger. With the control. With each other.

Author’s POV She was here to kill him. He was waiting to own her. Neither flinched when they met—two predators, one game. She wore her smile like a weapon. He wore his power like a crown.

They weren’t looking for love. They were looking for war. And they found it—in each other. Obsession was instant. Destruction was inevitable. And once their hands touched, it was already too late. This story doesn’t end with a kiss. It ends in ruin.

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Bye bye roses

The First spark ~~

~CONTINUED ~

The club pulsed like a heartbeat—low, dark, and dangerous. He sat in the private lounge above it all, cloaked in velvet shadows and gold-trimmed silence. Below him, bodies moved in time with the heavy bass. Lust thickened the air—perfume, sweat, the scent of something forbidden.

Red lights bathed the dancers in a haze of seduction. One woman moved like smoke, hips swaying, eyes locked on Him as if he were a god she wanted to worship—or ruin. He didn’t blink. He didn’t care.

The club—Inferno—was his personal kingdom. No one entered without permission. No one left without consequence. Every room wired. Every corner guarded. And still, it felt like a church for sinners—built on blood, secrets, and control.

At the glass table beside him, phones buzzed quietly. Shipment details. Arms drop-offs. One from Spain. Another from Montenegro. He scanned the numbers with a glass of whiskey in hand, eyes sharp even in the low light. Business was smooth. Precise. Just the way he liked it.

Until one screen flashed red. A silent buzz. His gaze dropped to the encrypted message. (PORTSIDE DOCK 17 RAIDED. ALL CARGO LOST. CALLING CARD: BLOOD LILY .)

His fingers stilled. The music below kept pulsing. The dancer kept swaying. But inside Him? Something snapped. He leaned back slowly, lifting his glass again, voice calm as fire just before it spreads.

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Call Nico. And tell him to shut the sides of all the ports. No one will move until I say so. *calm*

*Froze* You think it - *stop*

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I know it's her *smirk*

Other side

From behind the tinted glass of a high-rise penthouse, lounged with one leg crossed over the other, a silk robe falling off one shoulder like it was made to be ignored. The city pulsed beneath her—oblivious, as always. But not him. Not anymore.

The flat screen before her played muted security footage of Inferno, private empire. She could see him, even from here—perched like a king over a kingdom of sin. Glass in hand. Jaw tight. And then it happened.

His second-in-command leaned in. Whispered something. His body language changed. He froze. Sat back. Then smiled. Her smile mirrored his. Slow. Vicious.

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He knows *mumble*