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Married by Contract, Destined by Fate

"St... Stay away" Her voice trembled in fear as he leaned closer, invading her personal space. His palms were pressed against the wall, caging her in his embrace while her tiny fists were making futile attempts to push him back. "So, you want me to go out to satisfy my needs when I have a beautiful wife at home?" His thumb stroked her lips, his eyes fixated on them, unyielding and hungry. "But you made it clear that your heart belongs to someone else and our marriage is nothing but an agreement" her heart throbbed with pain as she thought about it. After the horrific and pitiful past, all she yearned was for a man who could understand and love her but destiny has bestowed her a devil for a husband. "That's true" he cocked his head "But we don't love every chic we fuck. Do we?" His callous words shattered Roseline's world. All she wanted was to cry on her fate! Her pain was evident through her eyes but this didn't stop him from having what he wanted! ~•~•~•~ In an unexpected twist of fate, Orphan Roseline finds herself in a contract marriage with a ruthless Billionaire, Vincenzo De Luca. On the first night, she gets to know that he has married her on purpose, and the doors to his heart are securely guarded. He has money, looks, and fame but not the love which she has craved her whole life. She has an infectious laugh, he never graced his lips with a smile. She follows her path, he demands unwavering obedience. She is sympathetic, he is cold-hearted. Their personalities are worlds apart, yet both harbor secrets concealed behind their respective facades. Will Roseline be able to make her space in his heart or would she be cast aside once his hidden purpose is fulfilled? ~•~•~•~•~ Warning : Story contains mature content, light BDSM and dominating ML.

dayyyyydreamerrr · Urban
Not enough ratings
168 Chs

A hard nut to crack

Roseline's POV

Abruptly I stood up and decided to make my way out of the closet before things became even more awkward.

As I was about to step out of his closet, his feet came between us, halting me in my tracks. My heart raced, and I felt a rush of nervousness flood over me.

My breath hitched in my throat and all the heat rushed to my cheeks in anticipation of what he may ask next.

What if he asked for exactly what I was thinking?

I can't!

I have never and I will never!

I gulped hard and slowly turned my head only to find him holding one of the exquisite watches from his collection, silently asking me to fasten it around his wrist.

Ohh!

I am overthinking now!

I need holy water to clear my mind which has become so dirty. Earlier these thoughts used to never enter my life and now everything I think is at a different tangent. I am surprised by my own behavior.