“What are you doing?” I heave, my breath hitched in my throat as I watch him slowly unbuckling his belt. “What does it look like I'm doing?” He rasps, tossing his belt away and unzips his pants. “I'm taking what's mine.” I gasp loudly when my eyes meet his huge shaft and I clench the sheets, my body flushing warm. “But... you can't.” “I can and I will,” he counters, hovering above me and tracing patterns up my inner thigh until his fingers graze my slit. He lowers his face to mine, his breath hot against my skin. “You became mine the moment you signed the contract. I own you and every inch of your body. And I'll claim it all, starting now. Now be a good girl and spread your legs for me.” *** Rayne's wedding day turns to chaos when a pregnant woman storms in and reveals her fiancé, Henry is the father of her unborn child. Fed up with Henry's neverending betrayal, Rayne becomes vengeful and lets herself loose in the arms of a stranger—Liam Everhart, New York's most elusive billionaire hearthrob and her boss whom she's never met. When Henry finds out about her one night stand, he throws her out on the streets and cuts her off financially. Desperate, penniless and with her health on the line, Rayne is forced to accept Liam's unexpected offer—a contract marriage that will secure her financial future and give Liam an edge over his rival cousins for the control of the Everhart family empire. But Rayne soon realizes that Liam's proposal comes with a very steep price: her freedom, heart, soul and her peace of mind, all of which are threatened by the ruthless power struggle within the Everhart family.
View More༺RAYNE༻ Liam and I proceed to the living room, our footsteps echoing off the walls as we walk. My mouth parts wide open and my eyes dance all over the place. The room alone is as big as a football stadium. And the interior? My God! It's dark and classical, with high ceilings, ornate pillars and regal furniture. It's breathtaking! Everything adorning the living room is the kind I've only seen in castles or palaces in those epic movies. My eyes can't stop boggling at how jaw-dropping everything is. My anxiousness wears off momentarily, replaced by awe. “This place is…” I turn to Liam, completely at a loss for words. “Wow!” I peel my arm from him and step towards a large painting, admiring the artwork. “Is that The Mona Lisa?” I ask, my eyes wide with astonishment. “Are we looking at the actual Mona Lisa?“ But I heard the French government had declared the painting priceless. If this is the real Mona Lisa, then Mr Lucas Everhart must've brought down the heavens to purchase it. “Do
༺RAYNE༻ “Now remember, my grandfather can be quite intimidating. He doesn't like people who are tardy, those who do not listen attentively or those who make mistakes. He does, however, appreciate punctuality, respect and seriousness. So, when you meet him, pay close attention and avoid making any mistakes. Got it?” “Got it,” I say weakly, trying to keep up with the rules Liam is bombarding me with. We're in his car, on our way to Lucas Everhart's estate where we'll be having a family dinner with his grandfather and Liam's cousins. Liam is going to introduce me to Lucas and seek his blessings for our 'marriage'. Sounds like a lot of effort for something that'll end after a year. “First impressions are everything to him,” Liam continues. “So you must make a good impression. Greet him with a firm handshake, make eye contact and maintain polite behaviour throughout the conversation. Do not bring up any sensitive topic like politics or religion. He's an atheist and he detests polit
༺RAYNE༻ “Oh my God! It's Liam Everhart!” “That's Liam Everhart!” “Is he really here? I can't believe this!” The paparazzi and the rest of the people go nuts as soon as Liam steps out of the limo, his bodyguards swarming around him. Why am I not surprised? Liam barely attends these events and rarely ever grants interviews. I bet the press have been dying to catch him at an event like this. Liam adjusts his suit—a black Tom Ford tuxedo, fitted and sleek. I'm still sitting in the limousine, watching him and the wild crowd. I suck in a heavy breath, going over everything Liam told me like a kid rehearsing before a big performance. He has been schooling me on how to walk, talk and even think like the people of his status. He's practically taught me everything I need to know including the important details about the Everhart family. I know all of his family members now and even what they look like. Liam backs the paparazzi and turns to me. He offers me his hand and gives me a tight-l
༺RAYNE༻ Liam reaches where I'm standing and it's like he senses the tension because he immediately snakes his arm around my waist. I smile at him and lean into his chest. Hallie and her bimbos' faces all turn pale, their jaws dropping wide open and their eyes stretching even wider. I wish I could savour the look on their faces forever! “Is there a problem, babe?” Liam's eyes dart between me and the trio of bitter has-beens. I shake my head and cling to Liam even more, slithering my hand, the one with the diamond, on his chest. The trio follow my every movement, too stunned to even utter a single word. I was right when I said I had a talent for shutting bitches up. “There's no problem, darling,” I purr, smiling sweetly at my fiancé. “I was just telling these girls about your exquisite taste in jewellery. I mean, look at this beauty!” I'm doing it again! Flashing my ring at them, that is. One of Hallie's clones gasps. “No way! No freaking way! You're Liam Everhart!” Liam stares
༺RAYNE༻ Liam takes a hold of my arm and yanks me towards him. Still gripping my arm, he spins me, causing me to back him. And then he leans downwards, his body close enough that I can feel his heat seeping into me. I shiver when his hot breath fans my ear. He holds my blonde hair in a handful and pushes it to one side, leaving the other side of my neck bare. His fingers slowly trail patterns across my shoulders and work their way to my neck. His touch turns me into a puddle of molten desire. My body freezes for a moment and I'm unable to make sense of what's happening. Liam brings his fingers to my arm, grazing my skin upwards while lowering his face to mine from behind. And his breath. Oh my God, his breath on my neck makes goosebumps dance along my skin like excited children. I think he's going to do what he said he'd do. The thought is awfully thrilling but terrifying at the same time. I don't want him thinking he can get in between my legs whenever he wants. I'm still a person
༺RAYNE༻“Get ready. We’re going shopping,” Liam informs me, not even meeting my gaze. He turns his back to me and mutters something to Derek, his bodyguard.I nod as if he can see me and go to my room to get changed. I pick a plain black dress from my bag, slip it on and glare into the mirror. Satisfied with my simple look, I stride to the living room where I find Liam on the phone waiting for me.His eyes rake my body slowly as he gets off the phone. “Let’s go,” he gruffs, leading the way to the garage.It’s very spacious, with a wide collection of luxury cars―Mercedes Benz, Rolls Royce Cullinan, Bugatti Veyron and others I’m not very familiar with. He opts for his BMW and lets me get in first.It’s been three days since I began living with Liam and I have to say it’s been pretty great. Although I didn’t see much of him, I kept myself occupied with exploring the house, stuffing my faces in delicious food and stuff like that.I haven’t really spoken to Liam since the day I got here. B
༺RAYNE༻ Liam takes me from city hall to his house, a ridiculously huge mansion in the upper east side of New York City, the part of town where only the super-duper rich people live. I can't stop myself from staring at the place. It's breathtaking. “If you're done gawking, you can come inside now.” Liam's irritating voice ruins the moment for me. Ugh! He's so annoying and so arrogant! I roll my eyes at his back and stick my tongue out when he's not looking. He walks ahead of me while his bodyguard is just right behind me like a big, burly watchdog. I follow Liam up the beautiful sweeping staircase at the entrance and through the large wooden doors. As soon as I step inside the foyer, I gasp like a goldfish out of water. The mansion is a billionaire’s paradise! My eyes dance all over the place, admiring the interior and I walk further into the living room. There are quite a lot of chandeliers, all glittering like magical, light-up disco balls. The artwork on the walls looks like i
༺RAYNE༻ I’m temporarily lost for words and I’m certain my face must’ve twisted in shock like a clown in a kid’s birthday party. My jaw slackens and my eyes probably look like they’re ready to pop out of their sockets. “$10 million?!” I say in a squeak, my mouth instantly watering. Mr Everhart nods. I snatch the papers I’d tossed and begin skimming through them like a hawk. And then I see it written in bold—$10,000,000. How on earth did I skip this? That’s such a ridiculously large amount. I can’t believe he’s willing to throw it away just like that. This marriage must really mean that much to him. He must be desperate or crazy—or both. But why me? Mr Everhart carries on, still calm as ever. “And that’s not even counting the other perks that come with being my wife. Lifetime health insurance, a generous monthly stipend,” he pauses and then adds, “basically anything you want. All you have to do is be my wife for one year.” My heart starts beating like a marching band. I bite my l
༺RAYNE༻ I blink once, my mouth parting wide open. I blink again, my eyes roaming over Mr Everhart’s face. And in that instant, I burst into a loud, hearty laugh. Heaven knows I haven’t laughed this hard in ages. “Oh, Mr Everhart, I didn’t realize you had a sense of humour,” I say, shaking my head as my laugh fades into a low chuckle. Mr Everhart glares at me, one of his eyebrows wrinkled. “Excuse me?” My chuckle wears off into a half smile. “I’m sorry… It’s just… What you said is very funny.” His lips twist into a frown and his jaw tightens. He stares me down like a man assessing some secondhand goods, wondering whether they’re worth the price on them. The stern look on his face makes me buckle up. I clear my throat and adjust my sitting position, moving slightly away from him. He doesn’t tear his gaze from me and it’s making me really uncomfortable now. “What do you take me for? A clown? A stand-up comedian?” he snarls. I open my mouth to speak but nothing comes out. I
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