Lizbella

What good could come out of a loveless marriage birthed from a bitter feud?

Amelia Hudgens' dream of a marital bliss filled with love was shattered when she was married off to Daniel Theodore as a pawn for an ancient vendetta. Her husband, Daniel, was a cruel and abusive man who tormented her with his mistress and his fists. He shattered her dreams of happiness and freedom, leaving her broken and hopeless.

Hope bloomed, fragile as a butterfly's wing, when she discovered life stirring within her, but fate had other plans. A tragic accident took away her unborn baby, leaving her shattered and alone. Daniel blamed her for everything, even in the hospital where she was recovering. He showed no mercy, only malice.

Amelia wanted to end her misery, to jump from a bridge and drown in the sea. But as she was about to take the final plunge, she crossed paths with Cullen, a mysterious man who saved her from the brink of death. He was kind and gentle, a soothing balm for her wounded soul. He offered her a chance to start over, to heal from her past.

But could Amelia trust him? Could she rebuild her life and find happiness again? Could she stand up against Daniel, who would stop at nothing to get her back? Was Cullen's help all genuine?

Contract Marriage: From Vows To Vengeance

Eyes wide, Amelia stared at him. "Cullen?"

"Yes, Flame," Cullen replied and walked towards the couch without sparing her a glance. Getting to the couch, he sat down, still holding her in that position.

Amelia tried to tear away from him but he refused. He gave her no chance and held her tight, forcing her to hold his gaze.

Staring into her eyes, he shamelessly asked, "How was last night?"

Amelia rolled her eyes softly in shyness. The butterflies in her stomach exploded at the audacity of his question.

She covered her face with her small palms. From her hiding place, she replied, "I enjoyed it. It was like a whole new experience,"

Cullen smirked. He cleared his throat and held both of her small wrists with one of his large palms. Playfully, he took them off her face and asked again, "How was last night?"

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