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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

Will you marry me?

Roseline's POV

For a moment I was taken aback by looking at the beautiful sight in front of me.

My breath caught in my throat and I forgot to breathe for those moments.

In the exact spot where my house had once stood, brutally destroyed by Vincenzo's grandfather's actions, now stood a magnificent tent, proudly occupying the space. The tent was adorned with vibrant, colorful drapes that billowed gently in the evening breeze, and it was adorned with an array of flowers and twinkling lights.

A meticulously crafted path, lined with flowers and candles, led from the field to the tent. It was an elegant and beautiful display, and I found it impossible to tear my eyes away from the enchanting scene.

Every detail seemed to have been thoughtfully designed, transforming a place of painful memories into a place of beauty and celebration.