When struggling artist Aria Lane accidentally ruins a priceless sculpture belonging to cold, ruthless billionaire Dominic Blackwell, she thinks her life is over-until he offers her a strange deal: become his live-in "fake" fiancée for one year to secure a merger, and in return, he'll pay off all her debts and fund her dream gallery. But the more she plays his perfect partner, the more she learns about the shadows behind his empire... and the secrets he keeps even from himself.
Aria Lane didn't belong in places like this.
Blackwell Tower soared above the city like a monument to power, every surface polished to a mirror shine, every step she took echoing against marble floors she was pretty sure cost more than her entire annual income.
She adjusted her rain-slicked coat, clutching a wrapped canvas in her arms like a shield. This was supposed to be a quick drop-off. One of her clients-an assistant to someone high up-had commissioned an abstract piece for an office wall. The building receptionist directed her to the thirty-second floor, and that was supposed to be it.
But now she was lost.
She wandered down a hallway that screamed "restricted," but no one had stopped her yet. Her boots clicked nervously with each step until she found a large room at the end of the corridor. It was sleek, modern, and painfully sterile. One massive piece of artwork stood at the center-an abstract sculpture made of glass, steel, and something polished black like obsidian. Aria paused, drawn to it.
It was breathtaking. Sharp, chaotic, and yet... controlled.
She stepped forward, forgetting where she was. Her artist's eye traced the curves, the lines, the tension within the form. She had no idea what it meant, but it made her feel something-and that was the whole point of art, wasn't it?
Then her bag shifted.
She turned.
And the bag's strap snagged a jagged edge of the sculpture.
CRASH.
The sculpture fell, shattering into pieces so loudly the sound echoed like gunfire.
Aria froze. Her lungs stopped working. Panic clawed at her chest.
"Oh my God," she whispered. "Oh no, no, no-"
Her fingers trembled as she reached out instinctively, as if she could put it back together. Her stomach twisted into knots. That wasn't just modern art-it was money. Real, horrifying amounts of money.
And then she heard him.
"Do you always destroy things you don't understand?"
His voice was deep. Calm. Controlled like a blade against skin.
She turned slowly. And there he was.
Dominic Blackwell.
In the flesh.
She knew the face. Everyone did. Billionaire. CEO of Blackwell International. Infamous for being both brilliant and cold. Headlines called him "The Ice King." Aria had once joked that if you stood too close to his photograph, you'd get frostbite.
Now he was standing a few feet away, dressed in a black suit with subtle silver trim, his dark hair perfectly tousled, and those storm-gray eyes locked on her like she was something under a microscope.
"I-I'm so sorry," Aria stammered. "It was an accident. I didn't mean-"
"You didn't mean to cause seventy-two thousand dollars in damage?" His tone was so smooth it was cruel.
Her jaw dropped. "That's how much it cost?"
"That's how much it's worth. But that's not what bothers me," he said, stepping forward. "What bothers me is your lack of spatial awareness... and how you managed to wander into my private office."
Her face flushed. "I didn't know-I was supposed to deliver a painting and got turned around. I thought-"
"You thought," he repeated, cold amusement in his voice. "That explains everything."
Aria took a deep breath. "I'll pay for it. I promise."
Dominic tilted his head. "With what? Your art degree?"
She flinched, then straightened. "I'll work. I'll do whatever it takes. I'm not some thief."
A long silence passed. His eyes stayed on her. Calculating. And then-surprisingly-he smiled.
Not kindly.
Not warmly.
But like a man who'd just found something very interesting.
"I believe you," he said.
"You do?" she asked cautiously.
"Yes. Which is why I'm offering you a way out."
She blinked. "What do you mean?"
"I have a business merger that hinges on my image. Investors like clean reputations. Family men. People with roots. I'm offering you a contract."
"What kind of contract?" Her voice was wary.
"You'll be my fiancée."
Aria blinked again. "Your what?"
"Fake, of course. Public appearances only. Press events. Family dinners. You'll play the role I need, and in return, I'll forget today happened. I'll even pay you."
Aria opened her mouth. Then closed it. What?
"This is insane," she whispered.
"Is it?" Dominic said smoothly. "You're an unknown artist with no formal gallery. You can't afford seventy thousand dollars. You don't have connections. But what if I told you I could give you all of that?"
Her heart raced. "Why me?"
"Because you're no one," he said coldly. "Which means I can make you into anyone."
Aria stared at him, furious, humiliated... and intrigued. Her gut screamed to run.
But her wallet whispered: this is your only shot.
And her pride? That burned most of all.
"What happens if I say no?" she asked quietly.
Dominic took a step closer, his voice dropping to a near-whisper.
"Then I make sure you're sued, blacklisted from every gallery in the city, and left with a bill you'll never pay off."
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"I'm going to tell you what I have in mind," he murmured. "First you're going to strip down until you're completely naked," he whispered against her ear. "Then I'm going to tie you up so you're completely powerless and subject to my every whim." "Mmm, sounds good so far," she murmured. "Then I'm going to insert a plug to prepare you for me. After that I'm going to spank that sweet ass of yours until it's rosy with my marks." She shivered uncontrollably, her mind exploding with the images he evoked. She let out a small whimper as he sucked the lobe of her ear into his mouth. God, she could cum with just his words. She was already aching with need. Her nipples tingled and hardened to painful points. Her clit pulsed and twitched between her legs until she clamped her thighs together to alleviate the burn. "And then I'm going to f**k your mouth. But I won't cum. Not yet. When I'm close, I'll flog you again until your ass is burning and you're on fire with the need for relief. And then I'm going to f**k that ass. I'm going to take you hard and rough, to the very limits of what you can withstand. I won't be gentle. Not tonight. I'm going to take you as roughly as you can stand. And then I'm going to cum all over your ass. Are you ready to be completely and utterly dominated?"
Elisa watched as the most important people in her life showered the evil imposter-The fake heiress, with love. Elisa, the lost daughter of one of the most wealthiest family was found 18 years later and was brought back to her rightful home. However, someone had already taken her place. A fake heiress, the pampered little princess. Her coy acting and innocent façade made Elisa's real mother love her more than Elisa, her real daughter. That made Elisa, though, the true daughter end up as an adopted child. "Elisa, could you try not to appear in front of her too much as it could trigger her insecurities." Her parents had told her because of the fake heiress. "Elisa, You've taken everything away from her. Why can't you give her a little more?" Her fiancé had ordered her. Because of an unfortunate accident plotted by Isabelle-The fake heiress, Elisa was sent to prison and her family cut ties with her without a second thought. Four years, after much torture which led to her being crippled and blind on one eye, she was released, but got hit by a truck. While laying on the pool of her blood, she wanted to question, Why? Why had they all treated her so cruelly, while they love Isabelle unconditionally? She badly wanted to rip off Isabelle's mask of innocence, to reveal the fake, manipulative woman beneath. She was full of hatred. But after her death, she woke up back to when she was 18 years like all that happened were all nightmare. She was elated. She was reborn to re-live all that had happened in her last life, but now, her mission was to reveal mask beneath that woman and make everyone that made her suffer in her past life pay. It was her time for revenge! And definitely, she won't mess this up!
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"You're mine, little puppy," Kylan growled against my neck. A soft gasp escaped my lips as his lips brushed my skin. My mind screamed at me to push him away-the Lycan Prince who had humiliated me again and again, but my body betrayed me, leaning into him before I could stop myself. He pressed his lips against mine, and his kiss grew more aggressive, more possessive as I felt my legs weaken. What was I doing? In a split-second, I pulled away and slapped him hard across the face. Kylan's eyes darkened, but the smirk on his lips exposed his amusement. "You and I both know we can't fight this, Violet," he said, gripping my wrist. "You're my mate." "And yet you don't want me," I replied. "You told me you were ashamed of me, that l'd never be your queen, that you'd never love me. So please, accept my rejection and let me go." "Never," he whispered, his grip tightening as he pulled me closer. "Soon enough, you'll be begging for me. and when you do-I'll use you as I see fit and then I'll reject you."
"Listen, Gadreel Ødegaar," she looked at him, not hesitating this time. "It's my anniversary present for you. Let's divorce." *** Ivory Remington had sacrificed five years to look after her husband Gadreel who was in a vegetative state after an accident and a few months ago, he finally awakened like a miracle. She thought it was the start of their happy life but Gadreel still had no heart for her. On their anniversary and her birthday, she received a cheating video of her dear husband and her stepsister. Heartbroken, Ivory chose to quit this stupid game. She decided to set him free but the reason she left on the divorce agreement pierced Gadreel's noble pride. *** "Impotent? Are you serious?" He gripped her wrist and a dangerous glint flashed in his eyes. "I'm a woman, Gadreel. I'm tired of being in a sexless marriage. Let's end it once and for all." "Sexless, huh?" he chuckled lowly and without warning grabbed her chin in between his hands, pulling her face closer. "Turns out my wife was so eager to get a man between her legs? "
Dear readers, this book has resumed daily updates. It took Sabrina three whole years to realize that her husband, Tyrone didn't have a heart. He was the coldest and most indifferent man she had ever met. He never smiled at her, let alone treated her like his wife. To make matters worse, the return of the woman he had eyes for brought Sabrina nothing but divorce papers. Sabrina's heart broke. Hoping that there was still a chance for them to work on their marriage, she asked, "Quick question,Tyrone. Would you still divorce me if I told you that I was pregnant?" "Absolutely!" he responded. Realizing that she didn't mean shit to him, Sabrina decided to let go. She signed the divorce agreement while lying on her sickbed with a broken heart. Surprisingly, that wasn't the end for the couple. It was as if scales fell off Tyrone's eyes after she signed the divorce agreement. The once so heartless man groveled at her bedside and pleaded, "Sabrina, I made a big mistake. Please don't divorce me. I promise to change." Sabrina smiled weakly, not knowing what to do...