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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

Cold Showers

Roseline's POV

He opened the lace and now my cleavage came into his view. With a gentle tug, the fabric parted, revealing a glimpse of my cleavage. I felt a rush of warmth spread through me as his eyes remained fixed on my face, refusing to wander down to the exposed skin which was right in front of his face and was being fanned by his heightened breath.

My face turned bright red, giving away the rush of emotions I was feeling. The air crackled with tension as we continued to lock eyes, my heart thumped loudly in my chest, matching the whirlwind of thoughts racing through my mind.

The air buzzed with a mix of anticipation and uncertainty, creating an atmosphere charged with possibilities.

He was about to take it to another level when we heard a gentle knock on the door which stopped him.

The color of his face drained as if someone had thrown a bucket of water over him and he had just been brought to his senses.