Please take the warning seriously, this story is not about your everyday romance. This is book is a story about two people who have gone through hell and suffered unimaginable pain, especially the female character who had been subject to humn trfcing and has painful past.And if you don't like sensitive subjects this may not be good book to read for you. With sexual violence and abuse triggers, it is for above 18 and especially for the readers who think thatthey can handle such a story.
DisclaimerNo part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system without written permission of the author.His Broken Princess © A. Gupta 2021.All rights reserved.This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events andincidents in this book are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.Synopsis
Violet
Fairy tales are just stories told to small girls, who then start dreaming about their prince charming who never comes when you most need him and then you realize the difference between dreams and reality.In real life there are only monsters and villains, who laugh and do evil things that you can't wake up from. Because your life is a nightmare you never thought it would be.I lived in that nightmare, and lost everything. My dreams. My heart. My soul. My body. And my voice.The problem with such nightmares are they follow you even when you are awake. My monsters are there in the shadowswaiting to pull me back in the darkness I thought I had escaped.
I was almost certain that I had left the dark behind because for the first time in my life I dreamed a dream. A dream of having a small life that would be mine. A dream of having someone that I would give everything I have left. A dream that involved the real life prince charming with sherry eyes and protective circle of his arms. My very own protective hero.Only…. He wants something else in return. He wants a heart that I no longer have. He wants a princess but I'm just broken.
Cole
I was the poster boy for almost having it all. I had a life people envied. Parents who loved me. An empire I was heir to. A woman I loved with all my heart. But then in one single night I lost all of it.Now that poster boy is no longer here, two years in a cell would do that to you. You forget to interact with people and you forget to feel anything except the pain that you had kept in for so long.And then she came into my life. She eclipsed my every hurt and pain because hers was greater than mine.She is afraid but hides it well behinds her beauty. She is strong but doesn't let people see that side of her. And she is broken but I fell for the cracks, wanting to fill them up with the pieces of my own broken heart.I would do anything for her, except...
(This book is a dark tragedy. Contains dubious content that might not be for sensitive readers. Proceed with caution.)You can also read my other completed books, here is BRIDE TO BE.. and other can be found on my I G. I write dark, anti heroes book.
Thank youHope you like what's about to unfold.… (fingers crossed)@GuptaPastSix years agoColeI blinked my eyes open, noticing the sunrays filtering through the curtains on the window. For a moment I was lost in asleepy haze and then I became aware of the soft sleeping form beside me. And it was difficult to ignore her when herslender arm came around my torso and she came over me. Her beautiful body draped across mine like a blanket."Happy Birthday.….." She whispered, her sleep roughened voice making me hard under the blankets. "Welcome toadulthood, baby." She giggled, teasing me with the endearment like always as she was two years older than me. It stillfelt like a dream that this beautiful woman was mine. That I would get to spend my whole life with her.When I had met her, my fifteen years old self had fallen head over heels for the girl of seventeen she had been. For allthose twenty ye
Four years ago...Dark can give you monsters and friends, you just have to be awake to fight one and find the other.ColeEvery day seemed the same and yet each day was different behind these walls. As each day brings out a new kind of agony, and a part of my soul chips away in these dark gritty walls. My father probably thought that it would be best to send me in a solitude cage to carry out my two years sentence. I knew he had his reasons. He wanted to protect his only son from other unsavoury criminals and the other reason was he couldn’t let the people know where and why his son was. 
Chapter OneVioletThe sound of a lock disengaging entered my ears and I looked up to see the man standing there. He was the one who had threatened me that if I didn’t scream, he’d make me bleed.I didn’t.And he did.It wasn’t like I didn’t want to scream, it was more like I didn’t care. And the fact that I had forgotten how to let my mouth make a sound. I used to cry. I used to scream. I used to pray. I used to beg. But I stopped all of it when I learned how useless it was.In the beg
Every person has two faces, the one they show to the world around them and another they see in the mirror.Three months laterVioletEverything has changed.Everything was different.And yet I still felt like a prisoner in my own body.I still felt like the monsters were out there to get me.It had been three months, twelve whole weeks
A smile hides many secrets..Cole“Congratulations.” I said to my best friend as I hugged him and thumped his back.Maddox gave me a grin as he replied, “Thanks, man.” And a moment later his arm was back around his... Wife. I watched them with amazement as in that dark cell talking to him I would've never thought that this man who had been filled with cold need of vengeance for this one girl would end up falling for her and then would marry her. Since the moment they had come back from their vacation, that now we all realised was Maddox’s impromptu plan to whisk Brenna away for a quick Vegas wedding, they hadn’t parted away more than for a few seconds.
Once you choose hope, anything is possible. . Violet I woke up to the sunlight streaming through the gap in between the curtains. I laid there for quite some time thinking about last night’s dinner. It had been.... nice. It had felt good to be part of these people’s happiness. Mad and Bree had looked so happy, and after what they went through they definitely deserved that. Kiara, Dominic’s girlfriend was all smiles and ready with her quips, most of her jokes were at Dom's expense. But the way he adored her it was obvious he didn’t mind it. After what happened to her when she had been kidnapped, I didn’t think it was capable of going back to normal but I think Dom’s love and everyone’s support was responsible for that.  
Everyone has their own language, it just depends on you if you want to learn it to understand them. . Cole One week later I slid into the chair at the back of the room, my eyes fixed on the back of her head where she sat in the front row. Mrs Pamela was writing something on the board. She was a married woman in her late thirties. She was the only female available who taught sign language to an afternoon batch. Every other batch was taken by a male teacher, either in his late forties or someone in their early twenties. Both options weren't what I wanted for it, not just because of my preference, but I knew that she wouldn't be com
PastThis place was dark. And the dark here was not black walls. The dark here was in the men I heard talking. The dark here was the evil that lurked in the air. The dark here was the crying and screams and pain I could hear through the walls. The dark here was in the white sparkling lights and the money that surrounded us.They transported us into trucks. Our hands and feet were bound and our mouths were covered with duct tapes. But it wasn’t enough for these monsters. No, it was never enough. They closed us inside brown sacks like we were goods to be traded, which we were for these monsters. The only concession we got were the two tiny holes for us to breathe.When we reached our destination, they shoved us into a mansion. We were instructed to be in a line. We were instru
Eight hours later...I held the most beautiful boy I had ever seen in my arms. He was so small. So fragile. And so trusting of the arms that held him. “We decided that you should name him.” Bree said as Mad sat beside her, his arm protectively curled around her shoulders.I blinked at them, my eyes filling with tears that I hated anew. It seemed that day, eighteen months ago a dam broke and it didn’t stop. I looked at Mom and Dad, who gave me encouraging nods. Turning back to Mad, I asked, “You don’t mind?”He looked at me like I was mad. “Are you crazy? Why would I mind? He is your nephew, and we want you to name him.” His blue eyes softened as he said, “We want you to be an important part in our sons’ lives.”I looked around the room as my mind felt overwhelmed. My eyes fell on Dominic who had fallen asleep in the past hour and then on Alex who winked at me. Brandon had slipped out shortly after the little boy was born and the doctors declared that both the mother and son were fine.
PrologueEighteen months later...Violet‘You should stay for dinner with us.’ Hailey signed as I picked up my purse when I saw it was already six in the evening.I ruffled her hair and signed back, ‘Maybe some other day.’She narrowed her eyes at me, because as sweet as she was, she was also smart. She recognised my words for what it was. Excuses. ‘You always say that.’“Stop pestering her, munchkin.”We both turned to look at Kevin, who entered the house in dark blue jeans and white polo shirt. He was like a typical father figure we watch in daily soaps and even though he was gentle and always respects the boundaries I have set for our friendship, I couldn't make myself feel what I once felt for the man that should not be named. I liked him enough but not as much as he liked me. Maybe I should try harder, if I shouldn’t hold onto my dark past then I shouldn’t hold on to those feelings as they were in the past too.Coming toward us, he bent down and greeted his daughter with a hug an
Two months later...ColeI slid the aviators up my nose, they have become a necessity considering I was unable to sleep without drinking myself into stupor nowadays. I picked up my phone from the centre console and dialled the number that I had been dialling compulsively since the last two months like an alcoholic searching for one last beer can in the kitchen.“Did you find him?”“No. There’s no sign of the boy you gave us a picture of.”I gritted my teeth, my hand going to the back of my neck as tension gathered in my shoulders. “You all are incompetent fucking arseholes. You can’t find a teenage boy, what can you even do?” I growled into the phone.“Mr Bianchi, we are trying our best. We checked the city surveillance, there’s no sign of that boy.” The P. I. my father had hired, said into the phone pressed to my ear, his voice hesitant because he didn’t want to disappoint me. But he was.I wasn’t temperamental like my last name was famous for but maybe it had changed because right n
Two weeks later...ColeI sat in the darkness that was only punctured by a low fluorescent lamp on the other side of the sofa on which I was sitting. The heavy silence surrounding me felt suffocating, the kind where every breath stabs in the lungs. And as I struggled to breathe, the world around me seemed to be peacefully sleeping. Along with the woman on the hospital bed.I wrenched my gaze from her sleeping form and looked up at the ceiling. I was on the eighth floor of the hospital that was considered to be the best and yet they couldn’t wake her up. Like the rest of the world she was sleeping too, but unlike the rest of the world she has been sleeping for a long time now. Coma. The first letter word with a power that put the one person’s life on hold, affected others who were close to them, while the whole world around moves at their regular pace like nothing happened.She hasn’t woken up since the last time I left her— six years ago, except she did fifteen days ago and as fate ha
We belong together, And you know that I am right,Why do you play with my heart? Why do you play with my mind?Said we’d be forever, Said it’d never die,How could you love me and leave me and never,Say goodbye? ~End of the road, Boyz II MenColeI looked down at her beautiful face as a single tear rolled down my face, sitting this close to her I already felt the pain of being separated. She looked so peaceful while sleeping like a fallen angel, a princess broken by the monsters of our real world. Her pretty face was still flushed pink from our earlier activities. After the way we had made love, the intensity of it hadn’t vanished before we were attacking each other once again like hungry animals. Every part of my body, every cell in my body had wished to gorge on her. It felt like it was my last meal before a life sentence. And I wanted to have every last morsel I could.And now as I sat beside her, fully clothed, my whole body trembled and I didn't think I’d ever be able to overcom
The Very first moment I beheld him, my heart was irrevocably gone. ~ Jane Austen, Love and Friendship.There could have been no two hearts so open, no tastes so similar, no feelings so in unison. ~ Jane Austen, Persuasion. VioletHe tasted like mine and yet he wasn’t. I didn’t know how that could be possible but it was and if all I could ever have of him was this connection between us then it’ll be what I’ll have.I slipped my fingers into his hair and his hands slipped around my waist, pulling me into him. Our bodies pressed into each other like they were glued or we were born to fit like this. Two pieces of the same puzzle. He picked me up and I wrapped my arms and legs around him like I had done millions of times before or like it was just an act I remembered from my past life. His sherry eyes were dark with emotions that I knew mirrored in mine, so many unspoken words remained between us but all our lips could do was kiss each other and we hoped the other person understood the un
Pain was something I was used to but there with him for a moment it was gone, my heart was healed. But broken things don't stay put together for long and he taught me that the hard way. ~ A. GuptaColeI fûcked up.And I have no idea what to do now. The one thing I wanted to do most was to kill Alex. The arsehôle knew how to push everyone’s buttons and this time he did it with me. And I fell for it, did something that I shouldn’t have. I spoke the words that made me the bad person, or just the jealous one. Fûcking Alex!And now the time was running out and she was still not talking to me. Well, she hadn’t been talking to
The words are there on my lips, But I don’t know how to say them,I’m in love with you, But I don’t know how to tell you that,I don’t know how to hide it and I don’t know how to express it.{It’s a very beautiful song from Bollywood. Chupana Bhi Nahi Aata}VioletIt was Alex and Mad who entered the house and Cole stood up, not hearing what I had asked of him. I was disappointed and glad in equal measures. I stood up too when I saw that Mad was holding baby Ivan in his arms but Bree wasn’t there.And as if I had voiced my confusion aloud, Mad walked to me and
You and I are not a mistake. Destiny brought us together and I hope one day it will again for the sake of the love we wished for and then I won’t let anyone take you away from me. ~ A. GuptaColeEverything seemed to be falling apart in the Carter house and I wanted to make it right for the family who gave me a home and Dominic who was a brother like Maddox, but I didn’t know how. I have done everything I could, hacking into every street camera I could and given Alex all the information I got, wherever or whenever I got a glimpse of Kiara.And then there was she. Violet has been ignoring me but at night when I’d slip into her bed and under the covers behind her, she lets me hold her