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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
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168 Chs

In his Embrace

He is thinking of me as his first love which of course I am not and he has already punished me hard enough not to repeat my mistake. He is crazy.

The whirlwind of emotions he displayed, swinging from tenderness to aggression in mere moments, left me on edge. The memories of the pain he had inflicted on me as a form of punishment still haunted my thoughts, making me wary of his sudden change in demeanor.

"Vincenzo, you are not in the right state of mind at the moment," I reasoned, my voice steady. "Let's discuss this in the morning when you are sober"

"No!" He exclaimed, his voice filled with determination "I have come to my senses now and I don't want to wait for the morning. Even if it is my dream, I want to live it with you" he protested.

"It is not a dream," I told him "I am not going anywhere in the morning"

It is just that your feelings would change. Right now you are dying to listen to me and in the morning you will treat me like an unwanted item in your house.