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I Need My Husband To Fall In Love With Me So His Family Can’t Kill Me!

Skylar Velcourt is betrothed to Lord Caspian Everus, sentenced to a political marriage she never asked for. They knew each other as children, and when they meet again after years apart, Skylar immediately despises him. She begs him to refuse the marriage. Caspian ignores her pleas out of duty. And so they marry, bound by politics, resentment, and a shared vow to keep their distance. Thrust from the warm gardens of Astros, to the cold fortresses of Xoras, Skylar struggles to adjust to her new life. Her marriage is a performance by day, and a battlefield in private. Skylar and Caspian try to destroy one another, with every glare and argument. Yet beneath the hostility lies something neither of them can explain or ignore. But when Skylar uncovers a truth far more terrifying than an unwanted marriage, everything changes. House Everus has plans for Skylar and her family; it was never about saving Astros, but about stealing it. But Skylar has no solid evidence, nor any allies. No one will believe her. If she speaks, if she runs, every path she takes will doom her parents and Astros, with it. Except one. Skylar must make her husband, Caspian Everus, fall in love with her. But affection is harder to fake than hatred. Even as the lines between act and reality begin to blur, and tensions rise between them, Skylar wonders if the man she vowed to hate can truly save her, or will he become her greatest threat of all?
miatonningx · 4.5k Views

Trapped In A Marriage Contract With The Divel Billionaire I Hate

Natalia said with disgust: "Never. I would prefer death over loving the idea of marrying you." Cedric said in a mysterious and terrifying tone: "Die then." Cedric said cruelly: "Then you won't be able to die; that is what you will get, Natalia..." Then he lowered his voice to a terrifying hiss and continued: "Pain." Cedric looking at her sharply: "But we will play the role of the couple." Natalia answered, her eyes shining with defiance: "Even if it's acting, Cedric, you will not touch me." Cedric said in a voice as low as a hiss: "I will touch you if the matter requires it, do you understand?" ------------------------ Natalia is thrown into the furnace of a war she did not choose. With a single decision from her father, the ambitions of the eighteen-year-old girl were shattered, transforming into an eternal shackle. It is not merely a marriage, but a deed of ownership to ensure the empire remains safe through a strategic alliance, under the protection of the man whose very existence she loathes: Cedric, the son of her father’s most powerful business partner. A wedding without lights... and a wife in the shadows. Because she has not reached the legal age for the elite, and because scandal might shake the family walls, Natalia was sentenced to be a "Secret Wife." A marriage imprisoned behind the palace walls, forbidden from being circulated in the hallways of velvet society. Natalia finds herself forced to live in the Stuart family mansion, where she is compelled to share oxygen and space in one room with Cedric; the man who sees in this marriage an insult to his pride and an assassination of his freedom. Behind that closed door, the official masks fall, and the fires of hatred ignite. But the real hell for Natalia lies not only in Cedric’s cruelty, but in the presence of William; Cedric’s older brother and the person whose heart beat with love for him since her childhood. Now, Natalia finds herself trapped under one roof with the man she desired as a husband, while she is, in reality, the property of his brother whom she hates. Cedric... the cruel executioner. Cedric will not settle for silent rejection; instead, he will turn Natalia’s days into an organized "hell." Every look is a stab, every word is a spark, and every night they spend in that ill-fated room is a new round of psychological torture, where Natalia burns between the fire of her impossible love for William and the fire of her imposed hatred for Cedric.
Z_Hira · 642 Views

Drown in My Ex's Arms

Serena Stanton never imagined she would encounter Adrian Shaw again in this lifetime. Unexpectedly, due to a hotel card mix-up, she opened the door and bumped into her ex-boyfriend she hadn't seen in five years. During their school days, Serena was an ordinary girl who adhered to rules and completed her studies through financial aid. Adrian Shaw was a cold and unruly aristocrat who was never short of flattery and attention. They were worlds apart, seemingly having nothing in common. Yet, few knew they once secretly dated. When they broke up, the situation was tense and awkward. Years later, upon reuniting, Serena fortunately thought that someone as distinguished and admired as Adrian Shaw, heir to the Shaw Family, would not remember her among the countless people who liked him. Until at a gala, Adrian Shaw's rival, The Second Master Grant, publicly announced, "My fiancée, Serena Stanton." In public, he held her hand with an indifferent and genuine tone, "Miss Sterling looks familiar." In private, within the dimly lit bedroom of a villa, Adrian Shaw held Serena's chin, his tall and imposing figure pressing her against the mirror, kissing her lips fervently: "Shall I notify your fiancé that we're getting marriage certificates tomorrow?" The Shaw Family and the Grant Family were arch enemies, and Serena was perceived as the Young Madam of the Grant Family. After their secret relationship was exposed, new and old grievances were stirred. Everyone expected Serena to have completely enraged Adrian Shaw and waited to see her beg in distress. Until one day, someone witnessed the usually aloof man forcibly pull the nearly passing Serena into his embrace. Large hands gripped her slender waist as he bowed his head into the nape of her neck, his voice lingering, "Darling, hold me." That night, the elite circle buzzed with explosive gossip: Adrian Shaw is undermining his dead rival, preparing to steal the bride!
Returning Wild Geese · 77.8k Views

Craved by the Wrong Volkov

(trigger warning. This book contains mature themes) ****** "I can't..." she gasped between broken moans, her voice trembling somewhere between pain and pleasure. Every thrust seemed to blur the line between surrender and defiance. Then she whispered a name between her sweet cries ...it wasn’t mine. I froze. A slow, humorless smile curved my lips as the sound of his name filled the space between us. “Raph…” she breathed. I leaned in, my mouth brushing her ear. Feeling her tremble from touch until my teeth nibbled her earlobes hard enough to make her whimper and her fold to clench around my fingers. “Wrong name, Lynn.” I hissed, withdrawing from the warmth of her insides. I felt her body tense. She clawed at my shoulders, a desperate plea in every touch. “Don’t…” she whimpered. Those jade-like eyes unravelled me that moment. I could feel the ache in my trousers. A troublesome little viper. A cruel smile traced my lips hiding my emotions. “You called the wrong name,” I murmured, my voice low, dangerous. “And bad girls deserve to be punished.” Her glossy eyes met mine... so full of confusion, want, and power she didn’t yet understand. If she only knew how close I was to breaking. Because the only name she should be calling… was mine. Lucien. I craved it as badly as the air I breathe. ****** For better or for worse, till death do us part. That was their vows at the altar, but her husband broke them first.. He claims an open marriage is the solution to their childless marriage and that it's to protect her own interests. But all Braelyn sees is a prison built from guilt and lies. One heartbroken night, she stumbles into a karaoke bar and into the arms of Lucien. A man shrouded in mystery, rebellion, and danger. His very presence tells her to run but it also gives her the solace she craved. She never expected to see him again after she ran, forgetting his sinful existence, but life wasn't done making a joke out of her. Lucien isn't just any man, but one who can destroy everything she believes in. The man she was never meant to meet. Her husband's uncle The black sheep of the Volkov dynasty. A man whose desire will ruin her. Lucien knows she can't be his, but he was never a man who respected social norms. He doesn't care about anything but her every sin and touch. All he wants… is her, no matter how sinful it gets.
jodiekesh27 · 307.6k Views