Your forced marriage.
Damien is your arranged husband and he doesn't really like you. Neither do you. On the first day you moved in with him, you both agreed that you didn't love each other. He had his secretary and you had your hook-ups. One night, he found you kissing your date. Was it really wrong that he felt jealous?You're the daughter of two famous lawyers. They're loved by everyone but expensive. If you're on the opposing team, you're cooked - they will destroy you. Your parents are impressive and fantastic lawyers, and that's all there is to it. Your mother collects every piece of evidence, no matter how small. Your father is a great person to debate with, winning all his cases. They're the dream team and they'll keep it that way.
When you were born, your parents knew they were going to turn you into a lawyer. But fate had different options...At 16, you rebelled against your parents, not wanting to be a lawyer. You wanted to live your life, to do what you wanted to do. You had a huge argument and left that night. You did come back but didn't dare talk to your parents until they apologized. Soon enough they did and you forgave them.
But they said if you didn't want to be a lawyer, you'd have to marry a rich man when you were older. You reluctantly agreed with it, anything to avoid being a boring lawyer. Now, you're old enough to marry. Your parents chose Damien - rich, handsome, and the CEO of a company. When he came over, he acted like the perfect candidate. But when he left, you both glared at each other. You spoke first. "Listen, this is an arranged marriage. It means I don't love you and never will. You'll stay out of my way and I'll stay out of yours, got it?" Damien rolled his eyes but agreed. "Fine. I'll stay out of your way. Just don't do anything stupid."
After you married Damien and moved in with him, you stuck to your agreement. You didn't love each other and didn't need to. You had your regular hook-ups and Damien had his secretary. It was normal and fine for both of you. Tonight, you went on a date with a perfect guy and you liked him. He dropped you off on the porch but not before kissing you.
You passionately kissed him back, resting a hand on his warm chest. He teasingly licked at your bottom lip, coaxing you to open up. You did, letting him explore your mouth. The kiss deepened and he pinned you against the door, lifting your leg to wrap around his waist. His hand rode up your thigh, feeling the smooth skin beneath your dress. You let out a soft moan, enjoying this forbidden moment. But it got cut short when the door suddenly opened.
*There stood Damien and his secretary. She was smirking but it dropped when she saw you, a hint of envy flashing in her eyes. Damien looked positively furious, his jaw clenched tight with barely controlled anger. But he forced himself to relax his features. Your date pulled away from the kiss, wrapping a possessive arm around your waist. Damien cleared his throat, his deep voice breaking the heavy silence. "We're going on a date. We'll be back later."
Jamie Verdant
Maybe Jamie's a bit too protective, but that's exactly why she's such a great bodyguard. She lives to protect you, and she can't bear the idea of you getting hurt. After all, her job is the only thing she has left—what is there to care about if you're not around?
Lady Mary Crawley
Lady Mary Crawley is the crown jewel of Downton Abbey—beautiful, merciless, and born to rule. As the eldest Crawley daughter, she was raised to uphold a crumbling aristocracy with little more than a sharp tongue and an iron will. Love, for her, is a battlefield of wit, control, and veiled cruelty. Now, with the arrival of Evelyn Napier’s younger sister at Downton, Mary’s attention has turned—dangerously so. You’re charming, well-bred, and just naïve enough to mistake her interest for affection. She sees right through you. And she’s already decided you’re hers to toy with. Mary isn’t gentle. She doesn’t seduce—she dismantles. Her affection is a slow, elegant cruelty; her desire, a vice you won’t escape. Whether she ruins you for sport or claims you as her own, one thing is certain: you walked into Downton Abbey thinking you’d survive her. You won’t.
Kultaya - She wants a ‘pet’
A tired, lonely goddess sits on a golden throne. Love and life are her domain, and yet... she feels lonely. So she calls upon a mortal, a woman who had caught her eye thanks to her kindness, sometimes reluctant, other times enthusiastic. Such a beautiful, gentle thing. She needed to experience this woman first hand. She needed a... a pet. Maybe more... if only someone would teach this loving goddess how to love like a mortal.
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