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Viviana Sisodia never meant to become a prize in a war.

In the city of Barcelona - Where power is bought in blood and loyalty is nothing but a weapon. Viviana Sisodia lives behind a mask of obedience. After the mysterious death of her father, She becomes the sole heir to a ruined estate and an even more damning legacy: A Blood Oath her father forged with the three most dangerous men - men her father warned her never to stand near - claim she belongs to them.

They are enemies to each other. And to her. Yet each one wants her with a hunger sharp enough to cut.

• Killian Draven, a ruthless underworld king, sees Viviana as the key to finishing the empire he built on violence. He is the eldest among the three. •Kethan Draven, a cold disciplined noble, believes she is the weakness he swore he'd never allow himself to have. Middle one. • Harvey Draven, a lethal assassin with a broken past, vows to claim her before anyone else can. He is the youngest among the three. Three of them are brothers, they fight over her.

Viviana wants nothing to do with them, But every path she takes draws her deeper into their world-- One dripping with danger, forbidden desire, and a pull she cannot escape. Their obsession becomes her cage. Their protection becomes her prison. And their love -- Dark, twisted, possessive -- Becomes the most forbidden thing of all.

But Viviana is not the helpless girl they think she is.

Her father died for a secret hidden inside her blood. A secret worth killing for. A secret binds her fate to three men who would burn the city down just to keep her.

In a world of Enemies and Monsters, Viviana must choose: Fight them, Fear them... Or Fall for the darkness that wants to devour her.

Each is willing to tear the city apart to own her heart -- or her Soul.

A Love Story Born From Danger. Fueled by Obsession. And Destined to Ruin Them All

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PROLOGUE

FL's POV

The night I returned to Barcelona, the sky looked like an open wound--red clouds slashed across blackness, bleeding into the sea. People whispered strom was coming. But I knew better.

Stroms don't come for ordinary man. They come for men like my father.

I stepped off the flight and came out carrying the same suitcase I had once taken to college in India--it's corners broken, lose handle, but now the weight is filled with grief instead of books..Barcelona smelled like rain and smoke..

His death letter arrived only three days ago. A single line, scribbled in his handwriting: "Viviana, beta do not come here." "Do not trust them." There was no signature of him

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The mortuary gate towered over me like iron ribs, the air was cold. My footsteps echoed loudly on the marble floor as I walked towards the sheet covered body

My father never looked this peaceful in life. He had always carried intensity in his eyes, secrets in his hand and exhaustion in his bones. So the stillness on his face felt so wrong. Forced.

His forehead was cold..

Suddenly, a sound broke through the silence----a boot scraping against the floor.

I did not turned. The air in the room itself shifted, like the room has suddenly decided to breathe. Then came the voice from behind

The voice was low, rough, almost a growl---like it belonged to someone who had forgetten softness long ago.

There he was.

Killian Draven

He stood in the doorway, tall and boat shouldered, the outside lightning painting sharp lines across his face. Dark hair, Darker eyes, blood on his knuckles, Black ink tattoo crawling up veins like serpents.

His gaze roamed over me---slow, assessing, hungry in a way that made my heartbeat stutter.

As he stepped near me, the air tightening around his presence

Something cold brushed against my arm

Another silhoutte emerged from the corner---tall, dressed in a black coat, perfect posture.

Kethan Draven

His eyes grey, His face was calm, too calm. Too beautiful. Too emotionless.

He carried the kind of stillness

He said it with the polite tone of someone commenting on the weather.

A third man stepped from behind a row of bodies---silent, ghostlike, almost unreal until he moved.

Harvey Draven

No expression. No warmth. Only those dark, golden, unreadable eyes that held violence so deeply.

He glanced at me father's hand---still half curled---and then at me. Something flickered in his gaze, too quick for me to understand.

They exchanged a glance---barely. A flicker of tension, a coil of rivalry.

Then Killian said the words that froze my blood

Killian stood closer to her

He leaned near enough that i could feel the heat of him, smell the smoke on his shirt, the coffee smell.

A flash of lightening outside shook the room, illuminating their faces---three devils cloaked in the guise of men.

Three Brother, Three Monsters

Three obsession waiting to claim me.

One thing I understood that this was not the end, this is the beginning.

and These Three men became my fate.

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Characters Introduction

Name: Viviana Sisodia Age: 22 Appearance: Deep brown eyes, Dark, waist-length hair that curls slightly in humid air. A soft. expressive mouth; gentle face with slightly chubby cheeks. Small scars on her wrists from childhood experiments in her father's lab. Has a curvey body, a dancer. She is quiet, observant

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Name: Killian Draven Also known as The Storm in Human Form. Age: 28 Appearance: Tall and muscular. Wild black hair, sharp jawline, serpent tattoo covering his hand, dark eyes that burn with fury or desire. Hot-tempered. Impulsive. Possessive to the point of violence. Everything he has, he bled for. His Obsession: He doesn't fall in love--he claims. If he loves Viviana, he loves her like a storm love the ocean. Her innocence hits him like a weapon. Something to protect. Something to own.

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Name: Kethan Draven Also known as The Cold Crown Age: 27 Appearance: Tall, lean and elegant. Pale skin, silver-gray eyes that she through people like glass. Expensive smelling hair tied back or perfectly styled. Hands that look gentle but could strangle without shaking. Ruthlessly calm, Calculating. Where Killian is fire, Kethan is ice. His Obsession: He doesn't feel emotions normally. Except Viviana. She wakes something violent inside him. He wants her because she makes him feel alive. He will destroy anyone---including himself---before he lets another man have her.

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Name: Harvey Draven Also knows as The Silent Blade. Age: 26 Appearance: Black hair falling over his forehead. Yellow-golden eyes, wears boots, shirts, knives hidden everywhere. Have a long scar from his collarbone to his ribs---never talked about it. Silent, Emotionally controlled, Observes more than he speaks. He's the type who would kill for her without hesitation----but also walk away is she asked. His Obsession: He feels love as pain. He punishes himself for wanting her. He hides his feelings until they come out as rage.

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Name: Dhruv Sisodia (FL's father) Age: 57 He has hands joined in mafia as well and when Viviana was a child he has done some kind of experiment on her. Loves Viviana and protects her from danger.

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Name: Vihaan (FL's brother) Age: 23 Appearance: Dark hair, brown eyes, has a tattoo over his chest. His feelings for Viviana are neutral

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Name: Aarav (FL's friend) Age: 23 Appearance: Tall, Dark hair, dark eyes, Supports Viviana in her every decision, loves and protects her from others.

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