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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 promised he didn't leave my side the entire day. 


From the moment we left the house in the morning until the evening, he remained a constant presence, accompanying me to the five orphanages I needed to visit today. As we arrived at each orphanage, he patiently waited outside while I went inside to collect the necessary data. I took extra time inside the orphanage, testing his patience that maybe he will lose it and leave me alone but he didn't. 


The children at the orphanages brought a spark of joy to my weary soul. 


Vincenzo, standing outside the orphanages, observed my interactions with the children from a distance. Despite his stoic demeanor, I could sense a flicker of warmth in his eyes as he watched me as if witnessing the impact of my work on my spirit. It was in those moments that I glimpsed a side of him I hadn't seen before—a softness, a hint of compassion.


Her small dreams