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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

"They..." Roseline bit her nail nervously and looked at me with innocent eyes. I could sense the weight of her unspoken words and the pain she carried within her. For too long, I had listened to her cries in the middle of the night, yearning for her parents, without fully understanding their fate. Today, I couldn't hold myself back any longer. I wanted to hear her story. 


I decided not to interfere in her life but right now I couldn't stop myself. 


"They died" Her head fell to one side, the smile that was on her lips was no longer there, making me feel guilty and her eyes were now filled with tears "They cried for help" he lips pouted "but I couldn't help them" 


My heart ached for her as I realized the magnitude of her guilt and grief. I remained patient, giving her the space and time she needed to share her story. She sucked in a deep breath, gathering her thoughts, and then uttered a single word, "Rain."


Dancing on her little finger