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.
The familiar touch
Roseline's POV
As we entered the house after a long day at college, Kevin followed me inside. Despite Vincenzo's driver still picking me up and dropping me off at school, Kevin and I often ended up coming back together as our class schedules aligned most of the time.
In college, Kevin preferred to stay by my side, and he always makes an excuse that he doesn't have many other friends. He says that the students here are not of his type. He doesn't want to befriend any. I didn't mind, though. His company was always enjoyable, and we had grown close over time.
As we stepped into the hall, the first person I noticed was Rose. She was surrounded by a small entourage of attendants, attending to her every need. Two girls were doing her nails, two were giving her a pedicure, and another was giving her a shoulder massage. The sight was extravagant, to say the least.
"Do it properly" she scolded the girl who was massaging her shoulder. Her voice came out a bit rude.