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.
Tending Wounds
Placing the spoon aside and folding my arms on the table I leaned forward to keep my words.
"OK, if you don't want to have anything, that's fine. But I won't have breakfast alone; I don't like eating by myself. I was raised in an orphanage where all the kids used to eat together, so I am used to sharing meals with others." I stated when I was dying out of hunger.
Mentally I prayed for him to change his mind and have the food but he didn't respond. I gulped hard, if he didn't have anything then I was not sure about him but I would die of hunger.
And then, it clicked in! His trigger point. I knew I was playing with fire, something I wasn't particularly skilled at, but I felt like I had no other choice but to break through the walls he had built around himself, and the best way to do it was by attacking his weakness.