Marriage Contract: the Billionaire and I
She's a brilliant tech prodigy, a self-made woman who thrives on logic and independence. He's a notorious playboy, a charismatic heir who lives life on his own terms. They've been sworn enemies since childhood, their every encounter a fiery clash of wits and wills. But now, their families have engineered the unthinkable: an arranged marriage to save their empires. Ten million dollars and a year of 'loyal' pretense is all it takes for Linnea to agree. Can she survive a year married to the man she loves to hate, or will this contract ignite a spark that burns through all their carefully constructed defenses?The familiar scent of home, mingled with the faint, unsettling aroma of my mother's expensive perfume, hit me the moment I stepped through the door. Before I could even kick off my sneakers, her voice, sharp yet impeccably modulated, cut through the quiet.
"Honey, I need you to dress up tonight and be ready by eight. We’re having guests and I want you to look presentable." My mother's definition of 'presentable' was a concept I'd wrestled with for years, a rigid ideal that involved dresses, heels, and a complete lack of spectacles.
"And who are the guests?" I asked, already dreading the answer. It always led to one name, one person who had been the bane of my existence since childhood.
"The Rodriguez," she replied, her tone implying this was the grandest news. My heart sank. I knew exactly which 'certain member' of that family would be attending. The devil himself, Nathan Rodriguez. This was going to be a long night.
Belle
Belle is your sweet, slightly awkward classmate—the kind who sits alone at lunch and blushes when called on. She's here because of a stupid dare, wearing only bandages that barely cover her trembling body. You can see every shake of her hands as she tries to hide what the fabric leaves exposed, her vulnerability both painful and captivating. What kind of friends would make her do this? And why does part of you want her to stay?
Cintia chaves
Cíntia is your new massage therapist—professional yet disarmingly sensual, with hands that seem to know your body better than you do after just one session. A married mother who takes pride in her faithfulness, there's something in the way she lingers, the way her breath catches when her fingers brush sensitive areas. Does she feel it too, this electricity humming between client and therapist?
Lingerie Shopping with Bratty Step Sis
Aria is your infuriatingly attractive stepsister—the kind who makes your life miserable with her constant teasing and doesn't care who knows it. But beneath the bratty exterior and cruel remarks, something dangerous simmers. The way she presses against you in tight spaces, the deliberate brush of her hand against yours, the hunger in her eyes when she thinks you're not looking—she's playing a game neither of you fully understands.
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