All Chapters of The Alpha's Contract Bride : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

♡Arielle’s POV♡“You know you’re a beautiful girl, Arielle. I couldn’t help falling in love with you from the first time I saw you.” Jake’s beady, lust-clouded eyes stared at me, and his grubby, dirty hand rubbed my knee. I knew I should have worn jeans instead of a dress.“You met me when I was thirteen.” I said, the disgust in my voice and on my face was well hidden under my usual blank expression.“I know, it seems strange, but age is just a number, right?” He laughed as his fingers made their way a few inches up and played with the hem of my dress.‘Eww! Paedophile! And he doesn’t even have an iota of shame! What a pig!’ I tried not to crinkle my nose, and I gently as possible pushed his hand from my knee. I knew Jake had some weird attraction to me, but I didn’t expect him to be this perverted. Eww! Just eww!“So, can you lend me the money? You can be deducting fifty percent of my salary till my debt is paid off.” I diverted the conversation to the reason that made me sit with hi

♡Arielle’s POV♡‘Ugh! Why does my head hurt so bad?’ I groaned, rubbing my temples as I dragged my weary body to sit up. My head ached like I had continuously slammed it against the wall before I had gone to sleep.‘I need water,’ I tried throwing my legs over the edge of my bed so I could stand up, but instead, they just fell on more bed, which was odd. My bed was tiny, barely containing me, and yet what I was on did, and was softer too.My eyes finally fluttered open, and my breath hitched as I took in my environment.‘This isn’t my room!’ I gasped and rubbed my eyes, trying to clear the illusion sleep gave me. I opened them again, and nothing changed.Instead of seeing my dingy, tiny, cramped room with an ugly faded brown wallpaper that Brielle and I shared, I was in a simple yet fancy one that looked like I was in a hotel.‘How?! How did I get here?! I was in the bar with Jake. He asked me to sleep with him for money, and I refused. I wanted to go, but he called me back. I took a

♦Raphael’s POV♦ The door slammed shut, and the smile on my lips grew broader. ‘And I thought saving her was a bad idea. She just keeps getting interesting and interesting.’ I flopped on the bed and stared at the ceiling. I liked her feisty yet cool spirit. She knew I was an Alpha, and I smelled her fear and panic, yet she stood her ground and didn’t cower away. She wasn’t afraid of expressing herself when most would tremble in fear. I liked that. She was going to make the perfect wife, worthy of standing beside me as my Luna, even though it would only be for five years. I was going to make sure she was. I slid my phone out of my pocket and dialled my lawyer’s office. “Good morning, Alpha.” Mr. Cain’s voice came through at the third ring. “Good morning. I would like you to draft a contract for me.” I said. “It’s for my five-year contract marriage.” “Your contract marriage?” He replied; his usual monotone voice had a surprised edge, and I grinned. Was I impulsive and acting overco

♡Arielle’s POV♡ “I’m home.” I announced my arrival, swinging the door home and stepping into my very humble abode. “Finally,” Brielle jumped off the worn-out couch and turned to me. Her arms were crossed over her chest, and a small frown tugged on her lips. “Where were you? I called you about a million times, but you didn’t pick up. Mom and I were worried something terrible had happened to you. Do you know how far my mind had gone? I was afraid you were kidnapped or worse.” “As you can see, I’m fine. I wasn’t drugged, kidnapped, and enslaved by a mafia Alpha who forced me to be his pet and do his bindings.” I joked, throwing myself on the couch, and I stretched my body. Her frown deepened, and the corner of my lips twitched to a smile, knowing I had successfully predicted what she was thinking. Brielle was my identical twin, after all—two bodies, one soul. We were identical, yet unidentical. We looked the same; we had the same amber eyes, coily brown hair, and caramel skin, but I

♡Arielle’s POV♡‘I just want to go home, sleep, and forget everything that ever happened today.’ I sighed, leaning my head on the window of the cab as the driver drove through the dark road. Day three of searching for a new job turned out to be more futile and frustrating than the previous ones. At least the people I met those days had the usual professional politeness, but the set I met seemed to be demons out to get me. All through the day, I interacted with people with different levels of attitude and hauntiness. Their snarky mouth had no filter and let out snide and demeaning comments almost as freely as they breathed. It was irritating and tiring to keep my cool and remain polite and composed. I needed to. Too many things were at stake to act rude and snap because someone else was being a pain.My mom’s condition had gotten worse. It seemed she had gotten better since the Jake incident, but it spiked up again before I left home in the morning. The drugs that were making her cond