"It’s not just a deal. It’s an opportunity. I’m offering you a way out of all the bullshit—" "By tying myself to you forever?" I laughed bitterly, the absurdity of the situation hitting me. "No, thanks." Ethan’s jaw clenched, his calm demeanor faltering for the first time. "It’s not forever. It’s just... a few years. Until we both get what we need. Then we can go our separate ways. You’ll have power, money, and respect." I stared at him, incredulous. "You’re insane. You're offering me marriage just so I wouldn't expose you for being a vile and evil man" His voice dropped and his expression darkened, "How much do you want?." ------------ Madison Taylor never expected to see Ethan King again—the arrogant high school golden boy who made her life a living hell. But years later, fate throws them together when she takes a job at his billion-dollar company. Madison is no longer the shy, vulnerable girl she was in high-school, she had changed into a gorgeous confident young woman who was ready to make her mark in the world and Ethan is intrigued by this transformation. Now, Ethan is desperate to keep his past buried and offers Madison a $30 million contract to marry him and protect his spotless reputation. Madison agrees, but not for the reasons Ethan thinks. She’s ready to make him pay for every cruel word, every insult that scarred her. But as their contract marriage unfolds, so do feelings neither expected. Caught between revenge and undeniable attraction, Madison must decide: will she ruin the man who once broke her, or fall for him all over again?
Lihat lebih banyakI took a picture of the purse.My hands were trembling as I snapped the photo, making sure to capture every little detail—the gold clasp, the stupid little initials engraved on the side, the way it sat there in his car like it belonged.It didn’t.It shouldn’t.He was my husband. If he wanted to be free to mess with women, why then did he sign the papers?Why did he bring me here and treat me special?I shoved the purse back into the glove box, slammed it shut and peeled out of the parking lot like the car was on fire. I needed to get back to the hotel. I needed answers.But deep down, I already knew.I just needed proof.By the time I made it back to the hotel, my heart was racing so fast I could barely breathe.I scurried down the halls ignoring the greetings from the receptionists and servers who were familiar with Ethan.I almost tripped several times as I ran to the nearest elevator.I bolted to my room as quickly as I could. Luckily, Ethan was out already and I had the room to
I had spent the last two days avoiding Ethan like the plague he was.After what happened that night, the way I given myself to him so easily, only to wake up and see Samantha’s messages.I couldn’t look him in the eye.Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the texts and Samantha's bare boobs starring back at me in those photos.It was stupid to feel betrayed. Ethan and I weren’t together. Not really. But it didn’t stop the ache in my chest, the humiliation of letting myself believe that night had meant something to him as much as it did to me.I did not want to confront him, it was no use.Avoiding him seemed like the best option. I left the room early, skipped breakfast and barely spoke a word to him when he came back in the evenings. If he noticed my sudden coldness, he didn’t say anything. He just kept his distance too, as if he had no problem giving me space.That only made it worse.I needed a distraction. Something to take my mind off the mess I had gotten myself into.The art ga
And just like that, I gave myself to Ethan King.It didn't follow the script I had created in my head a long time ago, Ethan was gentle and made sure I wanted and enjoyed every bit of it.His warm hands against my bare skin felt like pure bliss. Every inch of me that he touched craved him more and more.His kisses were needy and passionate. His soft lips claimed mine and his tongue explored every inch of my mouth.Our bodies were intertwined and coat in sleek layer of sweat and body fluids.I wasn't nervous. Maybe it was the wine or the fact that I trusted Ethan with my soul, either way, he made me feel calm and safe.He talked me through losing my innocence. He could sense my fear as the tip of his hard member brushed against my folds.He wrapped his fingers around mine and assured me the pain would be temporary.I believed him, he would never lie to me.He wasn't wrong. I felt a little bit of discomfort at first but soon, my body got used to his length and the discomfort turned into
The cool Paris air brushed against my skin as we stepped out of the restaurant. I was still in a daze from everything that had happened, the proposal and the way Ethan had looked at me like I was the only woman in the world.I clutched his arm as we walked toward the car but instead of heading straight to the hotel, Ethan asked the driver to make a quick stop.“I want to show you something,” he said, his voice low and mysterious.I raised a brow. “What is it?”“You’ll see.”With that, he led me through the cobbled streets, past glowing streetlamps and small cafés where people still lingered over glasses of wine and tea. The night felt alive, buzzing with laughter, music and the scent of fresh pastries from the local bakeries.After a few minutes of walking, the street opened up into a bustling night market. Rows of vendors lined the sidewalks, their stalls glowing under the warm light of hanging lanterns. The air was thick with the scent of spices, grilled meats, and something sweet I
The restaurant was breathtaking.It was one of those places you only saw in movies with high ceilings with sparkling chandeliers, elegant candlelit tables and floor-to-ceiling windows that showcased the glittering lights of the city .The scent of freshly baked bread and expensive wine filled the air, making my stomach growl in anticipation.I took a deep breath and walked up to the receptionist, a tall woman with sleek blonde hair and an expression so cold she could probably freeze water."Bonsoir, madame. Do you have a reservation?" she asked in a clipped tone, her French accent thick and refined.I hesitated. Reservation? Ethan never mentioned a reservation."Uh…" I cleared my throat. "I’m here to meet someone—Ethan King."Her eyes flickered with recognition, but her expression didn’t soften. Instead, she arched her perfectly sculpted brow."I'm sorry, madame, but without a reservation, I cannot let you in."I blinked. "What?"Did Ethan seriously invite me here and not put my name
~MADISON~"Nothing, never mind," he said coldly.I knew something was wrong,I felt it the moment his body went stiff, his fingers stilling against my skin. The air shifted. The heat between us vanished like someone had flipped a switch.I frowned. "Ethan?"He looked away, distraught like he had done something bad.His jaw clenched, his eyes dark, unreadable. Then, without a word, he pulled my skirt down, smoothed it over my thighs like nothing had just happened between us, and stepped back.My heart dropped. "Ethan—"He turned and walked out of the bathroom. Just like that.I sat there, legs still parted, breath uneven, skin flushed and tingling from where his hands had been. My head spun. What the hell just happened?Frustration bubbled up inside me. He wanted me. I knew he wanted me. So why did he stop?I jumped off the sink, yanked my panties back into place, and stormed out after him.I walked out of the bathroom to find Mrs. King standing in front of the bathroom door.Her lips
"Such a disgrace," I heard my stepmother hiss just as I entered the bathroom."I wish Harold could rewrite his will, that child doesn't deserve shit," she said as she slammed her fist into the table.Her condescending words meant nothing to me. She was a mistress who caused my parent's marriage to fall apart, she had no right to judge me.I relaxed into the large marble sink and examined my busted lip in the mirror. Harry was lucky to have landed that punch just as the security men restrained me. Those unfortunate fuckers would pay for interfering.I winced as my finger grazed the sore part of the injury. I grabbed the first aid box and wiped my injury with a wet towel.From the corner of my eye, I saw Madison’s small frame slip into the bathroom and lock the door behind her."Done sucking faces with your boyfriend?" I said coldly."Ethan, stop it," she frowned.I sighed and returned to fiddling with the dry cotton pads."Let me help you with that," Madison said softly as she snatched
~ETHAN ~ "I don't care about Samantha, I've done everything to prove that to you".Madison threw her gaze to the large window."I don't want Harry near you and that's final", I said, turning her chin to face me. "You can't decide who comes near me when you still play house with your darling Sammy" she said firmly."Then I'd just have to kill him" I hissed. Madison’s face turned pale and she gasped at my words."He's your brother" she gasped."And I'd cut off his fingers for touching what's mine" I growled. "I don't belong to you" she said, shifting her gaze."You know that's a lie, Madison" I said as I inched closer to her."It's not" she argued.I wrapped my hand around her small waist and after several attempts to break free, she accepted her fate and relaxed. "You're so fucking gorgeous and it would suck to have my brother's blood ruin this gorgeous blouse" I said slowly as I sniffed her neck.She moaned lightly and cussed under her breath..I loved how sensitive she was. The
The usual Seattle morning rush had begun and I was more than grateful to God for preventing me from being run over by an angry taxi driver.I wasn’t expecting anything unusual that morning. My routine had been the same for months—grab coffee, power through emails, and shield myself for whatever chaos might erupt during the day. My lock had been jammed again. We had a meeting in a few minutes and it took the maintenance manager an entire lifetime to get to my office.He rattled the keys severally and after several hits, the door unlocked revealing a large box of chocolates and an envelope which sat neatly on my desk, standing out against the usual clutter."You've got an admirer, miss" the maintenance man teased."When waa this delivered?" I asked as I observed the large box."Probably yesterday because we've not had any deliveries today" he shrugged.I paused, my hand hovering over the box. It wasn’t my birthday or any kind of special occasion. The envelope was unmarked, but it was a
I stood in the glass elevator, watching my reflection grow smaller as the city below me shrank. There I was—Madison Taylor, no longer the awkward girl with too-big sweaters and a heart too soft for her own good. No longer the girl who flinched at the sound of his name. Now, I was confident, collected, and ready to face whatever lay on the other side of those doors. Even him. Ethan King. I hadn’t seen him in almost a decade. The last time we were in the same room, I’d been holding back tears as he and his friends laughed at my expense. High school had been its own kind of battlefield, and Ethan had been the king, both literally and figuratively. He’d ruled the halls with his charm, his looks, and his cruel words, cutting me down without ever giving it a second thought. But that was years ago. I wasn’t that girl anymore. And he? Well, he was the CEO of a billion-dollar company. King Enterprises. I clenched my jaw at the irony of the name. How fitting. The elevator dinged, jolting me...
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