Bound to the Demon's Obsession (When a demon wants you, escape is not an option)
READING AGE 18+
She thought she was free. She thought her life of misery would finally end. But the night her stepmother sold her to the most feared man in the city, Isabella Hayes’s world shattered.
Damian Blackwood.
Billionaire. Cold. Untouchable. Ruthless, A demon.
A man who never took no for an answer. A man whose name alone made even the most powerful tremble. When Isabella is forced into a contract marriage with him, she believes she has been trapped in the worst kind of nightmare. To him, she isn’t a wife. She’s a possession. A beautiful cage bird he intends to keep under his control forever.
But Isabella is not as fragile as he thinks. Behind her quiet eyes burns a storm she refuses to let him extinguish. She doesn’t bow to his money, his power, or his threats. And for the first time in his cold, calculated life, Damian finds himself challenged—drawn to a woman who fights his darkness with fire of her own.
The closer Isabella gets to him, the more she uncovers pieces of his dangerous world. A world of shadows, enemies, and secrets buried too deep. Damian is hiding something—a wound from his past that turned him into the man he is. And the deeper she is pulled into his obsession, the more Isabella must ask herself: is she falling for the monster who caged her, or the broken man who only knows how to love by possession?
A forced marriage. A dangerous obsession. A love that could burn them both.
Will Isabella escape Damian Blackwood’s iron grip?
Or will she discover that sometimes the heart longs for the very prison it should fear?
Bound to the Billionaire’s Obsession is a dark, possessive romance filled with betrayal, power, and forbidden passion. Perfect for readers who crave enemies-to-lovers tension, contract marriage twists, and a love story so dangerous it will leave you breathless.
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Chapter 20– The Night Before Ashes
The citadel never slept.
Its walls breathed fire, veins of molten gold threading through black stone like arteries feeding a heart that could never stop. The halls pulsed with heat, alive, as though every torch flame was an eye, watching, whispering, judging. Isabella had……
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