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"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! 

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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? 

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Warning : Story contains mature content, light BDSM and dominating ML.

Married by Contract, Destined by Fate

As I don't want to create any issues, I did what he wanted for now. He gestured something to one of the female house helpers. Reluctantly, I followed him into the room, and my curiosity piqued.

We passed through many rooms before he finally stopped in front of one. He typed the passcode and the door to the room opened. I guess the room is his. As the door swung open, my eyes widened, taking in the breathtaking sight before me.

The room exuded an aura of romance and passion. The bed, adorned with delicate red flowers, was a centerpiece of beauty, complemented by drapes cascading gracefully and heart-shaped red pillows placed meticulously. The air was filled with the scent of scented candles, adding to the ambiance.

Now my nervousness has taken its toll. Is he going to do all this? Did he ask his servants to do this?

How does he know my size?