[Warning: MATURE CONTENT! NO RAPE] (I’m too soft for that)

After enduring a lifetime of abuse from her family, the last thing Mallory Morrow needs is to be married off to an old man almost thrice her age.

So, she came up with a plan.

To sleep with someone and get pregnant.

She didn’t know that years later, the consequences of that reckless decision would come crashing back into her life.

Living as a single mom, completely disowned by her family, raising a son who refuses to speak after some traumatic incident, life was a constant uphill battle. Medical bills kept piling up, and hope was running thin—until her best friend Mara offered her a lifeline.

‘Her cousin needed someone to stop a wedding at all costs. And if she succeeded, she’d be paid 1 million dollars—a sum that could change her life and her son’s forever.’

“STOP THE WEDDING! THAT MAN WAS THE FATHER OF MY CHILD!”

But when she bursts into the ceremony, everything goes wrong. She’s crashing her half-sister’s wedding—the same woman who tormented her for years. And the groom who hired her? Venzrich Archeval: the youngest, richest, and most devastatingly handsome billionaire who hates women… and, unbeknownst to Mallory, the father of her child.

Haunted by the memory of a mysterious woman he met one night years ago, Venzrich has been searching for her ever since—the only woman who can make him feel pleasure and ignite something he didn’t know existed.

And now, fate has thrown her back into his grasp. He’s determined that she’ll never leave his sight again.

As Mallory struggles to protect her son from her cruel family, she also has to survive a billionaire who refuses to let her go, whose touch ignites dangerous desires she can’t ignore.

“There’s no way I’m letting you go. You’re either mine or mine.”

And just like that, they’re caught in a whirlwind of chaos, passion, and a contract as husband and wife—where nothing is safe, nothing is predictable, and everything seems to slip out of her grasp.

Can she open her heart again, or will the scars of her past trap her forever? And can she survive the man hiding behind a perfect mask—the devil who wants everything, including her?

P.S: If you want an ML who was gentle and actually knows aftercare. Read this.

"Fuck! I must be going insane!" Mallory cursed, dragging her fingers through her hair as she brush it back. A rough grunt pushed past her throat, and she bit down on her lip hard, the pressure curling into a crooked, almost defiant smirk she couldn't quite suppress. Her whole face looked torn between fury and disbelief.


With a small, deliberate gesture, she slipped her panty away and climbed into his lap, her movements slow and sure, her eyes never leaving his.


The room pulsed with heat, their breath coming in rough, uneven bursts that filled the space between them. Their flesh shifted close, brushing together in a rhythm that matched the tremble in the air. The soft white noise from the TV blended with the low hum of background sound, creating a cocoon around them.


Chapter 40 - Sober [R18]