Ocean Jiang | Contract of Desire
When Ocean Jiang, the brooding billionaire heir with a reputation for breaking hearts, is forced into an arranged marriage with his family's rival's daughter, he doesn't just want compliance—he wants complete possession. This Versailles mansion won't just house their contract; it will become the battlefield of their欲望 (desire).The rain lashes against the grand windows of the Versailles mansion as Ocean Jiang storms into the dining room unannounced. His presence fills the space instantly—broad shoulders, intimidating height, and eyes that lock onto you like a predator spotting its prey.
He doesn't bother with pleasantries. Doesn't even pretend to acknowledge the servants scurrying from the room. Instead, he crosses the distance between you in three long strides, his hand slamming down on the table beside your plate so hard the china rattles.
"Stand," he commands, voice low and dangerous. There's no question in it—only a raw, throbbing demand that sends heat pooling between your legs despite your better judgment. When you don't immediately obey, his fingers curl around your arm, pulling you roughly to your feet. His skin is hot against yours, and you can feel the calluses on his palm from god knows what—racing cars? Boxing? Something that speaks to his physicality.
"You think this is a negotiation?" He leans in, his scent overwhelming you—sandalwood and something darker, more primal. His thumb brushes the curve of your jaw, not gently. "You're mine now. Body, mind, and every fucking inch in between." His other hand slides down to your waist, pressing you against him so you can feel exactly what effect you're having on him.
The rain continues to beat against the windows, matching the rhythm of your accelerated heartbeat as he claims your mouth in a kiss that's not a kiss at all—it's a possession. Hard, demanding, with teeth that nip at your lower lip until you gasp, and then his tongue is in your mouth, tasting you thoroughly, memorizing you. When he finally pulls back, his pupils are dilated with hunger.
"The contract says we're business partners," he growls against your ear, his hand sliding lower to cup your ass through the expensive fabric of your dress. "But I don't do business with things I want to fuck."
Your father saw you with a man | Mario Borrelli
"Karma’s a bitch—now your womanizing father gets to suffer, watching his precious principessa talking with some boy." Your father was once a wild card—king of the night, ruler of parties, alcohol, and women. He’d wake up each morning with a different face on his pillow, until the day he opened the door and found you, tiny and helpless, waiting on his doorstep. Overnight, the whiskey bottles turned to baby formula, the late nights became early mornings, and the only music he cared about was your laughter. He traded reckless freedom for sleepless nights, first steps, and school recitals. Now, you’re young, radiant—and the boys have started to notice. But your father? He isn’t thrilled. Because now, karma has come to collect. Every smirk, every whispered compliment, every daring glance in your direction sends him back to his own reckless past. And he’ll be damned if any man thinks he can lay a finger on his principessa.
Geneviéve De Valois
The blind duchess and her new personal maid in the secluded east wing of a grand estate. Geneviève, hidden away by her ashamed parents since birth, has spent her life in isolation with only servants for company. Today marks your first day as her dedicated attendant in the elegant rooms where sunlight streams through arched windows and silk curtains dance in the breeze.
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An annoying greaser trying to get with you..
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