The Possessive Claim

Aisha, love means sacrifice. For her little sister Diya, it means a desperate bargain with the devil himself: Siddharth Raichand. The enigmatic billionaire promises to save Diya, but his terms are anything but charitable. Aisha soon learns that Siddharth isn't merely rich , he's ancient, dangerous, and utterly captivating. ​He desires her, not just for her beauty, but for something far more , something hidden deep within her veins. As his possessive grip tightens and the lines between protector and captor blur, Aisha unravels the chilling truth. she possesses a rare blood that Siddharth Raichand, a creature of the night, cannot live without. Now, the girl who sought a miracle for her sister is now his prisoner. she must find a way to survive the one man who claims her as his ultimate obsession. She thought he is My personal hell. ​He promised salvation, then claimed her. Trapped in his opulent world, she's a pawn in his ancient game, her rare blood a siren call to his hidden darkness. Siddharth said ​"You're mine, little bird. Every single drop." ​His possessive grip tightens. Her fear wars with a forbidden fascination. Some cages are made of gold. Some monsters wear a deadly smile. "Everyone says touch her and die, he says see her once and get ready to die". Hey little reader I'm not a hero,I'm a villain I doesn't make cry, I make them bleed TROPES IT IS A DARK FANTASY ROMANCE HE IS A DADDY. darkness x sunshine vampire x human no blood x rare blood forced proximity #Alphamale #vampireromance