Arranged Games

Bianca Chopra. Gorgeous. Forbidden. My past obsession. When she propositions me for a sham marriage, I say no with a warning to stay away. Like a dirty vixen, she raises the stake, reawakening the forbidden feelings, and I find myself throwing caution to the wind. She thinks she'll walk away unscathed but doesn't realize she made a deal with a monster with a secret that will wreck her entire world.

Matches are made in heaven...Except mine was custom-made in hell. Scorched in the flames of hate, sown in the seed of deception, and cursed with a life of doom. A piece of paper I signed at sixteen and I was betrothed to him. Nova D'Cruz. The Heir to the Cruz Empire. The son of my family's biggest rival and enemy. Now, my arranged husband. Villainous. Manipulative. Vindictive. He vowed to make me burn for eternity. Little does he know, I've been burnt long before he touched me.

Iris My whole life is a lie. Driven by an obsessive crush, torrid desire, and treacherous secrets I hold dear to my heart. Nobody is none the wiser. Not my parents. Not my best friends. Not even my new fiancé. Now, my house of cards is about to fall. One carnal lie at a time. And making them ruthlessly tumble is my fiancé's older brother. Kian Singhania. Enigmatic. Reclusive. Menacing. A merciless lone wolf with a heart of ice. The man I've craved and burned for from the shadows, whose lair I've dared to venture into without protection. Everyone is scared I'll be eaten alive.

I've been a good girl my entire life. What did it get me? Getting ditched at the altar and becoming a laughingstock in front of the world. After stitching my broken heart together in hiding for months, I bravely take a step back into reality, walking straight into another nightmare. Until my white knight in shining armor struts in. Nathan Singhania. Beautifully broken. Insanely gorgeous. Lethally powerful. The heartbreak in his eyes mirrored mine. Our attraction burned hotter than lava. When he swoops in as my knight again, I give myself to him for one night. No strings. No feelings.