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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

For the past half an hour I have been busy decorating the wall for the celebration. 


Liam left me alone by saying that he needs to look after something else. But I know there isn't anything. He just needed an excuse to run away from work. It is his habit since childhood. He runs away after giving his work to someone else. 


I didn't mind as well. I love doing it. 


As I reached the upper half of the wall, I realized my hands couldn't reach that high. So, I grabbed a stool and positioned it next to the wall before climbing up on it. 


As I stretched my body to reach the corner, my ankle suddenly twisted, causing me to lose my balance. Desperately, I reached out for something to hold onto, but all I managed to grab was a frill that tore in the middle. The stool on which I was standing also lost the balance and I started falling back. The ground seemed to rush towards me as I prepared for a painful impact.


With my eyes tightly shut, I braced myself, fearing the worst. 


True Friends