My Tormentor Is My Lover
Copyright © 2025, A. Gupta. All Rights Reserved. This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. No part of this book may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the author, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other non-commercial uses permitted by copyright law. **Warning: Unauthorized copying, distribution, or selling of this book is prohibited and subject to legal action.** This book is protected by copyright laws and international treaties. All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce this book or portions thereof in any form whatsoever. Plagiarism and piracy are illegal and punishable by law. Respect the author's hard work and creativity. Support the author by purchasing an authorized copy. Thank you for reading. TRIGGER WARNINGS: Please take the warning seriously. This story is not about your everyday romance. This is extremely DARK with explicit contents that you may not be comfortable with. And if you don't like sensitive subjects, this may not be a good book to read for you. With sèxual violence and abuse triggers, it is for people above 18 and especially for the readers who think that they can handle such a Hero. Ryan Johnson is definitely not a safe hero and is hard to love. IT CONTAINS THEMES THAT MIGHT BE UNCOMFÔRTABLE FOR SOME. THE HERO IS A Dominant, Controlling and OTT ALPHAHOLE AND HAS VERY QUESTIONABLE CHARACTER. HE IS NOT GRAY, HE IS DARK GRAY! But you know, how we love to hate them!!!! ____ ABOUT THE BOOK: --------------------- Rose Johnson Kapoor --------------------- He called me a lioness. He taught me how to be one. But what he didn't understand was the power and strength I hold in my heart. Ryan Johnson walked away, leaving me with nothing but a shattered heart, a precious gift and a future he never even gave a chance to. But now? I'm done waiting. I've come across oceans to take back what's mine. To make him pay. He forced me to my knees once --to submit, to surrender- but this time, he will be the one kneeling. He will feel every ounce of my wrath. And when I'm done, he will beg to be mine. Yet, there's something I can't escape. A truth I've buried so deep even I refuse to face it. Because love isn't just about winning-it's about losing too. No matter how much I try to hate him, my love persists, my heart beats alive whenever he's close. And I don't know if I'll be able to hold on to my hate or the secret I am hiding for much long. Not when he shows me the side of him that I had never seen before. -------------- Ryan Johnson -------------- I knew she would come for me. My lioness was never one to sit back and take defeat. I left her once, thinking that I was doing the right thing. Thinking she was better off without me. But all I did was break her. And in the process, I shattered myself. Now, she's here. Not as the girl I left behind, but as the woman who carries my name, my fire, and-God help me-my sanity. She wants to make me suffer. To bring me to my knees. What she doesn't realize is, I've been on my knees for her since the moment I walked away. I'll take her wrath, her fury, every ounce of vengeance she throws my way- if it means I get to see the love in her eyes once again. If it means I can hold her once more. But just having her is not enough. I need all of her. In the past, it was her body I wanted to rule, to own. But now? I want her heart. Her soul. And if she resists, if she pushes me away, I'1l have no choice but to remind her who I am. Yet, as I make her mine, another battle waits in the shadows. There's a storm brewing in my world, a danger circling the people I love. And if I don't stop it in time, I could lose everything before I even have the chance to claim her again. And that? That is one thing I refuse to let happen. #darkromance #billionaireromance #fierceheroine #sassy #comeback #secondchance #bd.sm. #hiddenpregnancy #controlling and #dominatinghero ____ This is the second book in a two book series: The Tormentor Series. Book One: My Boss Is My Tormentor is completed and you can read it before this one. ------ RYAN ------ When you taste betrayal in childhood, it never leaves you. My own mother taught me the most valuable lesson: trust no one, and money is the only thing that matters. I became the man my father never was- Ruthless and heartless. As one of the most sought-after billionaires, I'm accustomed to having my demands met even before I voice them. Money has its perks and I understand my mother's hunger for it. The moment I stepped in India, I knew I needed to leave, but fate had other plans. It led me to Rose Kapoor - captivating and defiant. The one woman who refused to bow to me, regardless of my status. When she dared to slap me and insult me in public, my need for revenge ignited. I promised myself I wouldn't leave this country until she begged for my mercy. She's a lioness, fierce and untamable. She thought loyalty and submission couldn't be bought. How naive she was. She didn't know that I would not only buy her submission- I would break her, ruin her, and bend her to my will until she begs for mercy. ------ ROSE ------ Beautiful, smart and loyal to her loved ones. Rose Kapoor will do anything for her family that gave her a life she has today. She only wanted this job to be independent and be able to live her life on her own terms for once. Instead, she met Ryan Johnson-a beautiful, arrogant bastárd who ruined her interview and insulted her like she was a nuisance. When she discovered he was her new boss, she tried to leave, but he blackmailed her into staying. Cold-hearted and ruthless to his core, her boss: Ryan Johnson, demanded more than an apology; he wanted her total submission or else her family will face his icy wrath. Trapped and desperate to save the only family she knew, she agreed to his terms, unaware of the dark depths of his demands. As she innocently resisted his control and tried to understand what kind of submission he was demanding, she found herself drawn into a dangerous game where not only her body but her heart-and soul- were at stake. TAGS: #enemiestolover #boss #secretary #officeromance #b.d.s.m #dominant #controlling #dark #drama #jealous #billionaire #blackmail ____ A. GUPTAROSE Everything was fuzzy. The last seven days— I didn’t remember any of it. But I remembered the days before that, all the days I had spent with him, wrapped in his arms. Yeah, that was my bad luck. One moment, I was smiling like crazy; the next, I was crying like a broken record. I knew it must be the effects of all the bottles I had drained over the past week. God bless alcohol— at least half of the time, I felt numb to the rage and the thunderstorm of sorrow. I missed him like my next meal. I wanted him like my next breath. And… I was seeing triple. "Ha… guess I finally had enough," I hiccupped, then burst into a full-bellied laugh until tears rolled down my cheeks. "I fell in love!" I shouted into the emptiness of my apartment. "I gave him my heart, and he paid me back with heartache. But that wasn’t the only thing he gave me." I stood up from where I was sitting on the floor in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows and swayed on my feet. "He left me this," I muttered, wa
ROSEIt had been days since I’d even looked at my phone. After calling him again and again the day he left and hearing nothing, I’d tossed it into a corner like a cursed object.But now as it rang, hope flickered to life inside me. Monica said, “Oh, I found your phone under the loveseat. It was switched off, so I charged it. There are loads of messages from Natasha. She’s been trying to reach you. I didn’t know what to say to her, so I haven’t picked up any of her calls.”The mention of my best friend brought a fragile smile to my lips. “It’s okay, Monica. Thank you. I’ll talk to her. I don’t want her to worry. She’s probably enjoying her honeymoon right now.”Monica didn’t respond immediately. She just looked at me. She knew. She always knew. But being the kind of friend she was, she didn’t say a word about the storm behind my eyes.“I’ll leave you to it, then.”“No.” I grabbed her hand, my voice barely functioning. “Don’t go. I don’t want to be alone.”Her eyes shimmered, and she t
ROSE“Are you not coming back to work?” Monica asked from beside me where we both were lying on the bed and watching the reruns of Friends. My hand was half way to my mouth, I was about to pop up some more chips into my mouth when her question registered. I put the chips back in the bowl as I pursed my lips and tried to think of an eligible answer. In truth, I really didn’t want to sit at home and wallow in self pity. It has been ten days since my short trip to hospital and I had learned my lesson, or at least I thought that I had, except at night when I was alone in the darkness of my room.Shaking my head, I replied, “No, I’m not going to come back to office.” When Monica started to open her mouth, no doubt to give me a lecture about how I couldn’t waste my life because of him and all, because she had already done that with Natasha by her side. Yeah, now my best friend knew too what a heartbroken mess I was. “Actually, I have decided to look for something else to do. Don't worr
ROSETwo weeks later…Something was wrong with me. One moment I was happy and in the next I was sad, bawling my eyes out like a crazy mad woman. It happened five times in the last three weeks. First was when I was with Michael and he had taken me to a non-date date (yeah, he knew I wasn’t ready and I knew he wanted to take me on a date, so we settled on a non-date date). When we had finished our dinner, Michael had surprised me with the best chocolate cake I had ever have the fortune to eat. It was the first sign for me that I was slowly going crazy. The moment our waiter had placed the cake in front of me, I was smiling like I had never in my entire life eaten a cake and then after just two bites I was crying._“Are you okay, Rose? What happened? Is something wrong with the cake?” Michael’s happy face was suddenly turned into a concerned one, and he had fired his questions one after the other in rapid succession.“It’s so yummy.” I had replied, tears still trailing down my cheeks
ROSETwo weeks later…Something was wrong with me. One moment I was happy and in the next I was sad, bawling my eyes out like a crazy mad woman. It happened five times in the last three weeks. First was when I was with Michael and he had taken me to a non-date date (yeah, he knew I wasn’t ready and I knew he wanted to take me on a date, so we settled on a non-date date). When we had finished our dinner, Michael had surprised me with the best chocolate cake I had ever have the fortune to eat. It was the first sign for me that I was slowly going crazy. The moment our waiter had placed the cake in front of me, I was smiling like I had never in my entire life eaten a cake and then after just two bites I was crying._“Are you okay, Rose? What happened? Is something wrong with the cake?” Michael’s happy face was suddenly turned into a concerned one, and he had fired his questions one after the other in rapid succession.“It’s so yummy.” I had replied, tears still trailing down my cheeks
ROSE“Are you not coming back to work?” Monica asked from beside me where we both were lying on the bed and watching the reruns of Friends. My hand was half way to my mouth, I was about to pop up some more chips into my mouth when her question registered. I put the chips back in the bowl as I pursed my lips and tried to think of an eligible answer. In truth, I really didn’t want to sit at home and wallow in self pity. It has been ten days since my short trip to hospital and I had learned my lesson, or at least I thought that I had, except at night when I was alone in the darkness of my room.Shaking my head, I replied, “No, I’m not going to come back to office.” When Monica started to open her mouth, no doubt to give me a lecture about how I couldn’t waste my life because of him and all, because she had already done that with Natasha by her side. Yeah, now my best friend knew too what a heartbroken mess I was. “Actually, I have decided to look for something else to do. Don't worr
ROSEIt had been days since I’d even looked at my phone. After calling him again and again the day he left and hearing nothing, I’d tossed it into a corner like a cursed object.But now as it rang, hope flickered to life inside me. Monica said, “Oh, I found your phone under the loveseat. It was switched off, so I charged it. There are loads of messages from Natasha. She’s been trying to reach you. I didn’t know what to say to her, so I haven’t picked up any of her calls.”The mention of my best friend brought a fragile smile to my lips. “It’s okay, Monica. Thank you. I’ll talk to her. I don’t want her to worry. She’s probably enjoying her honeymoon right now.”Monica didn’t respond immediately. She just looked at me. She knew. She always knew. But being the kind of friend she was, she didn’t say a word about the storm behind my eyes.“I’ll leave you to it, then.”“No.” I grabbed her hand, my voice barely functioning. “Don’t go. I don’t want to be alone.”Her eyes shimmered, and she t
ROSE Everything was fuzzy. The last seven days— I didn’t remember any of it. But I remembered the days before that, all the days I had spent with him, wrapped in his arms. Yeah, that was my bad luck. One moment, I was smiling like crazy; the next, I was crying like a broken record. I knew it must be the effects of all the bottles I had drained over the past week. God bless alcohol— at least half of the time, I felt numb to the rage and the thunderstorm of sorrow. I missed him like my next meal. I wanted him like my next breath. And… I was seeing triple. "Ha… guess I finally had enough," I hiccupped, then burst into a full-bellied laugh until tears rolled down my cheeks. "I fell in love!" I shouted into the emptiness of my apartment. "I gave him my heart, and he paid me back with heartache. But that wasn’t the only thing he gave me." I stood up from where I was sitting on the floor in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows and swayed on my feet. "He left me this," I muttered, wa
My Tormentor Is My Lover Copyright © 2025, A. Gupta. All Rights Reserved. This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. No part of this book may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the author, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other non-commercial uses permitted by copyright law. **Warning: Unauthorized copying, distribution, or selling of this book is prohibited and subject to legal action.** This book is protected by copyright laws and international treaties. All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce this book or portions thereof in any form whatsoever. Plagiarism and piracy ar