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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

Before I could ask him what he meant by punishment and exactly what he is going to do tonight we heard a gentle knock on the door which broke the moment and grabbed our attention. 


"Ma'am, are you fine?" I could identify it as the voice of the manager. 


Vincenzo's arms dropped to his sides and his palms tightly fisted. All the playfulness was now substituted with rage. He must be angry at the sudden power cut. I know he wants everything perfect. He can't bear any flaws, especially in something which he owns. 


"As we are running out of time let's finalize this dress" he pointed at the dress which he selected for me but I was not able to try it "Come out after wearing your clothes and this time remembers to lock the doors" his eyes move to down my body for the one last time before he made his way out of the room. 


I immediately rushed to lock the door and turned around standing with the support of the door. My hand reached out to my thumping heart to calm it down. 


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