Sadie Greer just turned nineteen when her father arranged her marriage to a Crypto developer Cenric Wollf over a business deal. As soon as she finished college, she finally met him, marrying the evil wrapped in a pretty thousand-dollar suit the same day. Unknown to Sadie, her husband has his own motives. Cenric Wollf has been sleeping with his enemy for years just to help take down the man behind his brothers’ death, even if it means sacrificing his own freedom. He married the daughter of his enemy. Sadie is only a part of his plan, his subject, the weak link. He’s supposed to charm her, seduce her into his , use her as his pawn. When he gets to know her, she’s nothing like her father. Cenric starts to feel something afraid he’s losing control over. He falls deeper. Contrary to what Sadie’s brother has fed her over the years, she doesn’t sense danger in the air. Cenric likes to take control to keep her safe, but nothing dark and deadly, just thrills and crazy chemistry. When she starts to get to know him, something else resurfaces. They both fall into their own trap. Cenric’s true intentions and her family secrets prevail. But nothing Cenric wouldn’t do to prove that there’s more to it than their arranged marriage, even if it means befriending the man who hurts his wife.
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CENRIC
I hate promises. I always would.
When I made a promise to protect someone, I failed her. That changed my perspective—maybe it meant to be broken. Right now, it contradicted everything that I believed. I had to fulfill that promise. Even for someone like me, I couldn’t escape from it.
It happened even before I became who I was, and I should have forgotten about it, but looking back at the dying woman in my arms I failed to protect, I just couldn’t let it go. I had to make it possible, even if it meant signing off my life away from freedom.
I rifled through the folder on my desk. I wanted to get my mind off the wedding—my wedding in two days. And here I was, working my ass off even if I should be relaxing before the fucking end of my bachelor life.
But there was something about her that I couldn’t shake off.
I had not met her. I had decided not to. The marriage was a fucking business deal, and her family was even enthusiastic about that—the fact that I literally bought her, and she knew that—it sickened me.
My brother, Cas, met her on my behalf. I always found excuses every time there were gatherings, even our engagement. I wouldn’t call it a party because we were not in love.
It was a business deal— mutual understanding between her father and me.
The blue folder caught my eye again, even if I tried to ignore it for the whole month.
Fuck.
I grabbed and flipped it open. I squeezed my eyes shut before I stared at the first page. Her picture caught me off guard. She looked young in this photograph, but I knew she was already twenty-one. In fact, she finished college this year.
“Like her already?” I almost fell off my chair. My cheeks burned as if someone had just caught my hand in a cookie jar.
I closed the folder and turned to face my brother. “What are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to fit your stupid tux or something?”
He walked in towards my desk and grabbed the folder of the background check report I asked for from my PI. I was curious about my future wife, and at the same, I wanted to know a bit about her life. To be honest, I wanted to know her past relationships before our wedding.
Her family, on the other hand, I hated her father, and so as her brother. Who was sane father did that to his own blood?
Hanslo was a son of bitch who chose to save his business over his daughter.
Her brother, Jasper, was another fucking son of the bitch. I hated him even more—he had my future wife on his leash. It had to end, or I would finish it myself.
“Cenric?” He snapped his fingers on my face. “Your teeth would crack if you wouldn’t calm down. And you’re about to create holes into that wall.”
“Sorry. Why are you here again?” I straightened up on my chair.
“I haven’t told you, but I came here to check up on you and make sure you’re not getting cold feet and planning to be a runaway groom.”
I rolled my eyes. I looked down at the stacks of folders, and I wanted to throw them in the trash. I tried to focus on some things, particularly not reading the file of my bride. Shit. It sounded awful.
I saw her once, but that was years ago. I still wanted her to be ugly, fat, with braces and pimples, but if the picture in that folder is up to date, then she was undeniably gorgeous.
She had a small round face. Her big crystal blue eyes staring back at me held a multitude of secrets. Her nose was straight and perfect. Those lips should be a sin. Her dark blonde hair just made her more beautiful.
She was my downfall. I could feel it.
“I know everyone is gonna be nervous when getting married. It’s normal. You wouldn’t be human if you wouldn’t feel like there’s a knot in your stomach.”
He was right, I had never been this nervous in forever, but knowing that my life would change drastically in a matter of two days, I couldn’t shake this feeling off, so strange I wanted to throw up.
“Spare the advice, bro. You’re not the one whose life is gonna be tied to a woman you don’t know.”
“She’s gonna be a good wife. Trust me. If you just took my advice to meet and know her, you wouldn’t feel this way.”
I glared at him. “I want to take care of her, not fall in love.”
“So you admit that she’s attractive?”
“Fuck you. I can’t go through do that. Knowing her father and Jasper are power-hungry, I feel like I’m gonna fail her again. I won’t let it happen.”
“Then you made the right decision.”
“I hope so. I hope she’s not a pain in the ass.”
“Can’t be just you, brother. It should be one way or another.”
“Fuck you. Get out before I run away and never show up on my wedding fucking day.”
“It’s fine by me. I will be marrying your fiancee.”
An utmost overpowering outrage gripped me. The words marrying and fiancee in one sentence made me see red. An unfamiliar possessiveness shocked me that even my own brother I wanted to wring his neck.
He shook his head before his lips spread into a wide grin. His eyes glimmered with laughter. His lips twitched in amusement before he lifted his hands in a surrendering gesture.
“Get the fuck out. I have a lot of things I need to settle before I go on my merry wedding way.”
“See you, brother.” He saluted before he burst out of my office door.
Once Cas was gone, I shifted in my seat uncomfortably. I started to realize that there was no going back. Everything was set and ready for the big day, only me that I couldn’t think of even getting a girlfriend, let alone getting married to the woman I knew nothing about aside from her being Greer.
I stared at her picture again, hoping it would magically turn her into an ugly duckling. But the more I stared at it, the more she turned into a fucking swan. This is not happening. Something about her that made me want to own her, mark her, take her right here, right now. Jesus.
I was accustomed to letting my lust lead me when it came to sex. I got what I wanted, and I gave what I could. But by just looking at her image, I wished I was wrong. These unfamiliar feelings of raw lust, rage, and possessiveness started to be out of my control. And the worse part was, I had not even met her yet.
I almost jumped in my seat when my phone vibrated on my desk. An unknown number blinked on the screen.
“Wollf.”
“Help me!” It was a voice of a terrified woman. My heart stopped dead in my chest.
I froze for a moment. Why do I feel like I know her?
“Who’s this?”
“Cenric—” The line went dead.
I stared at the screen in shock. “What the fuck?” She knew me and called my name, yet her voice was unfamiliar.
I dialed the number. I was the kind of man who never answered or called back, but I got the feeling it sounded like her life was hanging in the balance, and my instinct told me to protect her. Whoever she was.
Then it answered quickly from the other line.
“Who’s this?”
“Cenric?” It was Jasper fucking Greer, my future brother-ass-in-law.
I shot him a bloody murderous glare even if he was not in front of me. “Where is she?”
“She’s fine.”
“Then why did she call? She sounded terrified, and the line went off after.”
The other line went silent for a few seconds as if he was trading his words carefully. “She tried to escape.”
“Is she held against her will?”
“She wants to run away. You know that she didn’t want to get married from the start of the arrangement.” Of course, who would willingly want to marry someone like me? I may be filthy rich, but not all women could be bought by fucking shiny and glittery diamonds.
“Don’t ever hurt her or lay a hand on her. If I ever see a small cut or bruise on her skin on my wedding day, call everything quits, even our fucking contract. Do you understand me?”
“Of course.”
“And make sure in two days, I have a bride to marry, unscathed.”
SADIE Three years later… My husband in a perfectly tailored suit was drool-worthy. In a blue military uniform, damn, my uterus just contracted. He always took my breath away, even after years of marriage. Cenric was finally called. He gripped my hand before he rose and walked to the stage to receive his award. I turned to my side to look at my guys, applauding their brother. Cenric was awarded Humanitarian of the year for his philanthropic works and considerable donations to the military. “Once a Marine, always a Marine,” he quoted. “I’m proud to have services this wonderful nation. I would always help and support my brothers in service and our people.” He looked at his award. “Thank you for recognizing my humble works.” He then found me in the audience. “Semper Fidelis.” I rose from my seat just like everyone and applauded him. His brothers in arms loved him—they admired him. So did I. I
CENRIC Jasper’splace was on a small island—a fishing community turned into a beautiful resort that could only be reached by boats. It was a summer paradise, away from crowded tourists. As we arrived at the harbor, the view from there just took my breath away. “How many women did you bring here before me?” I knew she was messing with me. I smiled. “Jealous?” “Nah. I’m always into Greek gods. You know with tan skin, hard specs, dashboard abs with long and thick—” She shrugged, making girls laugh out loud. “Long and thick what, Sadie Wollf?” I reminded her of the surname she was carrying. She shrugged again. “Hair and thighs?” I wasn’t aware the guys were also listening. They burst out laughing. Terrible things happened from my past, and my extreme decisions led me to meet my soulmate—my wife. Sadie never ceased to amaze me. My chest expanded as I realized that God always had reasons for everythin
CENRIC The jet just took off. My wife invited her friends, Maeve and Zhuri, and of course, Becka to this trip. We were supposed to be on our honeymoon, but she decided to do something before our Italy trip. I couldn’t say no to her because after last night, and I didn’t think I could defy my wife again. We were supposed to fuck our brains out, and I should have taken her warning seriously, so here we were, flying to Greece. “I apologized about last night,” I tried to talk it out, hoping it would work. She rested her head on my shoulder as she scrolled the photographs of our wedding. “I didn’t sleep with you because I was mad.” “Oh. You have—” I didn’t finish my words. “Fuck me.” She giggled. “That’s not my fault.” Her smile was wicked. Maybe she was just messing with me or something. Anyhow, I played along. After a few hours, we landed. We were picked up by my contact and drove to the pier. It was hotter this time.
SADIE “Are you nervous?” Becka asked me. I blew a shaky breath. “No. Not at all. I’m excited, unlike my first wedding. I wanted to run if there was a chance. I thought I was marrying a mafia boss.” In a few minutes, I was going to be married to the same man—the love of my life, for the second time—this time, at the back of our house. I wasn’t wearing anything extravagant like my first wedding. This time I wore a minimalist satin-wrapped wedding dress with a hat to honor my late English father, Lewis. Last week, we found out he was buried in London. We took a quick trip and visited his grave. “Are you ready?” I nodded at Austin. “Yes,” I asked him if he could walk me down the aisle. He was even glad and said yes. When the music started, I took a deep breath and walked towards my man waiting for me. He was wearing a simple beige suit and pants and a white crisp open-button shirt. He always looked breathtaking dressed or naked. Fo
CENRIC “I came here today to marry my girl, to cherish her, to protect and respect her, and to be the faithful husband to her. I knew the first time I saw you, and you would be the woman I wanted to spend my life with. I knew you would change me to be the best version of myself. Today, I swear to you to have your back, be your number one supporter, love you faithfully, and honor what we have from today and onwards. I give you my heart, my life, and my soul.” I just watched my vow over and over again as she kept replaying it in the entertainment room. In the video, she looked so innocent as she stared at me while I read my vow. I didn’t write anything. When you were caught in that moment, you just spoke from your heart—that was what happened that day. She wiped her face again. She did that every time she played that clip. She was crying, and I didn’t know why. Did my vow touch her? Had she realized something, or had she changed her min
SADIESince I heard the news weeks ago that my father—the man I thought he was, pleaded guilty on all charges, it kept me awake at night. How wouldn’t I miss when his face was all over the news? And I felt like we had an unfinished business. And I needed that closure.I had never felt this twist in the pit of my stomach as I sat on the visiting lounge. Even if guards and a glass wall were separating us, I still felt unsafe.When he walked in, goosebumps erupted all over my skin.Our eyes met.He smiled.Hanslo Greer was still the man I once knew, although he looked different than the last time I saw him. I could feel the difference—I couldn’t find any intimidation, and he looked powerless and less arrogant in his prison uniform.I picked up the phone, but I didn’t say anything.“Sadie, what are you doing here? Does your husband know you’re here?” I wasn’t e
CENRIC “Oh, God.” She bit her lip as she tried not to scream. I told her to keep her voice down if she wanted to come. The house may be big but not soundproof. I was pushing her to her brink while my fingers were doing the job. I thrust in and out of her drenched pussy, and my tongue teased her hardening clit. I scissored my fingers into her, and she shook in pleasure. I groaned and sucked her clit, her hips shooting up. “So good,” she moaned. Her lids fluttered shut. I knew she was close. Her walls started clumping against my fingers. “Come for me, babe.” I withdrew out and then plunged in deeper and rocked her faster, hitting her g-spot. She threw her head back, her hips rocking forward before she stilled as she came so hard. She dropped her body down the bed, laying boneless with splayed limbs as her orgasm went on and on. I crawled over and covered her with my body before I took her mouth. She quickly kissed
SADIE “Which from the two?” Tanner showed us the kind of blue colors. “This one.” Cenric had already chosen my behalf, but Tanner was still waiting for my choice. “Yup. This one.” “Her eyes.” He nodded as if he was not convinced of Cenric’s choice. “Trust me, Tanner. I know my wife.” He was sitting on my desk with his arms crossed over his chest. “Ace,” he said before he left. “I’m starting to dislike that guy.” I closed the folder on my desk and eyed him. “He’s nice, and Maeve is reporting tomorrow. I sent her flowers. Anyway, do you know—” “She and Beck are dating?” “Wow! You’re updated than me.” “I pay attention to my guys.” “So, you’re not leaving this office until I agree to free my whole Saturday?” He’d been patient. Since our parking lot encounter, we had decided to stay under one roof. We slept in the same bed, but that was all. He didn’t initiate
CENRIC You’re the best. Fuck, yeah.I kept reminding myself. I went back home after work. I didn’t bother her anymore. The more I kept my distance, the easier it was for her to figure out what she wanted in her life. It was hard. I missed her every second she was away from me. But she needed it, and that was what she got. That was two days ago. No call. No text. I didn’t even ask Devin for updates. And here I was, stalking my wife. Beck just shook his head in disappointment. “You’re losing your shit. What is in the fucking of need space you did not understand? You will still see her on Saturday, won’t you?” “She needs space, but I don’t. I want to see her, not meet her. And can’t you be a little supportive of me?” “Supportive my ass. You did this to yourself. But whatever. If she sees us, you’re gonna have to explain. Then she needs another week or two. Your trouble, man. Not mine.”
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