Married With The Engineer

I'm Mafia's Slave

prologue Rowin "Sir," When I got out of my car, Vale immediately ran to me. But when our eyes met, he couldn't speak immediately. "Lorenzo's kids found out we were following them." It stuttered "Do we have information where they moved?" I asked him "No sir." I slammed the car door shut. "We've been looking for Lorenzo for months and now you just let him get away!" I couldn't stop my voice from rising. lorenzo is just a pawn but we have a strong lead if we catch him. The problem is that he has a lot of connections and it's easy for him to switch hiding places. "Where's Jake and the others?" I asked "Sir Jake left with the others" he answered me. "Tell Gab to try and release a Flight Ban. He will definitely try to leave the country" I ordered him. I was about to walk in but he stopped in front of me. "Sir, we have also brought Ruel's son here. What are we going to do with him?" I didn't answer him when I heard what he said and I went straight inside When I entered the Mansion, I saw a woman sobbing and wiping her tears. "Sir, he said he doesn't have any money to pay yet," Vale whispered behind me. "What the hell do you expect" I weakly promised him. I walked closer to where he was. I was expecting her to look at me. But maybe she's scared enough to see me. That's right. You should be scared, because from now on your life is going to be hard. "Your tears won't be enough as a down payment" I sat on the couch so that we faced each other. "W-What do you want me to do?" It surprised me. I avoided her eyes. I've had enough caring with other people. The more we care about their feelings the harder it gets to sacrifice them. "Since you don't have money to pay what should I do with people like you? I can't make you one of my guards and play with gun" I grinned. "Your brothers can" I saw the clenching of his palms resting on his thighs. "Just try it!" the tone of his voice rose. I lit a candle and leaned on the couch. I put one foot on my other thigh while I watched him. "I don't negotiate with someone like you" I said. "I say the things that you do. you don't refuse to them" I unleaned my back against the couch to take a close look at her face. "So going back, What should I do to you" He didn't say anything and just bowed. "Ah.." I gasped. "I remember your Dad's words" "Ruel told me, If he can't pay, you will be the one who pays for his debts. Are you worth 10 Million, Mendoza?" I didn't realize that he was already holding the glass of water in front of him and he poured it on me. "You animal!" it shouted. now i am pissed off. I saw Vale running towards us. But I signaled them to back off "You are stuck here" My jaws tightened as I spoke. "You're gonna be my slave" His eyes widened at what I said. I wiped my face and stood up to approach him. He tried to walk away but our body guards stopped him. "Being a slave, That is the payment."

The Billionaire's Sweetest Regret

"Why don't we enjoy the night?" The two went to the dance floor. He found her so attractive. No make up and no makeup but she is beautiful in her own way.. Without even knowing. The young man's hand went to her waist and pulled her closer "You're so damn hot" This is what the man said that caused her to wrap her hands in his neck. And the young man kissed the man without saying a word. It was like they were drowning in what they both drank because in the middle of the dancefloor they kept kissing each other deeply. where the young man's hand traveled to have the captain but he ended up touching her butt. and he found himself.. He's Aroused. "I want you badly.. But not here.." The young man kicked the doors until he found an empty room. The girl was almost on his shoulder. when he entered, he immediately grabbed her with a kiss and lifted her dress. Exposing only her bra and panties "Beautiful" he gasped. Kyla's eyes are already closed, But she can feel every kiss of the young man on her. She was not in the right frame of mind but she found that she likes it. the way he touches her in every part of her body, She felt kisses on her neck down to her chest, She let out a moan when she felt the man's mouth on her chest. His left hand is caressing her right breast while his other hand is on her thighs. the young man kissed her chest deeply that caused her to moan loudly. His kiss went down her belly to her womanhood. He carefully opened his eyes but, He already started sucking her and makes her grab his head to kiss.whe He felt her wetness he tried inserting one finger into her womanhood as she moaned. She's wet and he can't resist. As he thurst his finger in hers he slowly leaned and licked her clit faster and faster... She on the other side can't explain the sensation she was feeling. where his hand crawled and he didn't know where to hold on to. It was her first and god damn it! This guy is so good! "Ahhh!!!!!!" She shouted when she felt her deep wetness "It's beautiful Babe" He said with an evil smile. when he felt she's ready, He already positioned himself on top of her and gradually, Inserting his manhood on hers. It hadn't gone in completely before she burst into tears. He kissed her eyes down to her lips. He intertwined his fingers into hers and started moving. He thrusted slower and then faster. her tears kept rolling down to her cheeks but he always kissed her eyes. That's what makes the young man wonder because of how much he's fucked, he's always rough and hard. But the girl is not. Instead he felt gentle and a lot of caring for her. he pressed more and more until they reached the climax.

'His Obsession

"Your eyes..." I spoke up after taking the first shot. She seemed surprised when I spoke. "Why? They are mine. You need them?" she said mockingly, her voice feminine but assertive. "They are staring too much at me, wonder why?" I asked without looking at her, focusing on my second shot. "I'm a woman. Besides alcohol, what else could I be here for? Of course, a man," she replied sharply. I have to say, I commend her honesty. "I understand," I said. "So, do you like me?" I finally looked at her, and we stared at each other for a few seconds. I can say that she is beautiful and sexy. She can easily tempt other men. The way she dresses is quite similar to those girls I've seen working in a bar. "I wouldn't stare at you for long if I didn't," she arched her eyebrow. She's really feisty. "I see, bottom line it for me," she furrowed her brow at my statement, and I expected her to understand. "What?" she asked. I saw the last shot left. I downed it. She seems stronger than I thought. But I'm not drunk yet. I'm still in my right mind. I moved to the chair between us. I don't know if that was necessary, but I'm enjoying our talk. I like how curious she is right now. I like that she is paying attention to what I might say next. "What do you want?" I finally caught her gaze. I don't know what's stopping her from responding, though the answer is very obvious. "Girls in this bar used to like two things..." I said as my hand moved on its own. I didn't debate in my mind whether to touch her hair. I brushed it aside and placed it behind her ear. "Money or pleasure. Which one is it?"

A Bride For CEO

I was so lost for a very long time, but now I am not. Sariel is my home, and I can now finally say that I am home. Forgiveness and acceptance are the two powerful things in life. So everyone, I am Aius Frosco a father of a handsome young man and a cute little angel. I am leaving you all this words; We may face a lot of battles and challenges in life, but always remember to never give up and always look at the good things in every situation. Don't you ever blame God for all the pain that he gave you, because he has a plan. God sometimes give as challenges that cause us pain to teach us a lot of lessons and to make us strong and be the best version of ourselves. Once again, I am Aius Frosco, contented, happy and thankful for all the challenges that I faced. A survivor of pain. Always remember that; There's always a rainbow after every storm.

Loving The Billionaire

“Do you love me?”I asked, but he didn't answer and just smiled that I smiled too, he opened his eyes and faced me, he brought his face close to mine, then he kissed me again which I immediately reciprocated. I don't know what will happen after this, I don't know what I will do when my parents find out, but I can't do anything, as long as I give my womanhood to the person I love, I love him so much so I will do it everything for him, it's okay to be a fool as long as you love him.

Playing With The Casanova

—The world I live in is full of mystery, full of lies, full of secrets, I am a General Surgeon and it is my duty to save lives, we all have him his duty in life and I am a Doctor and my duty to save lives in the way of the instruments I use for the operation, I thoughtmy attention was only for my family and my patients, but I was wrong, because one day I realize I was in love, my only priority was my job and family, but do I have to continue? I feel it for that person even though I know I will be hurt?

The $300 Husband Is A Zillionaire

I woke up in a blindingly white hotel penthouse with a throbbing headache and the taste of betrayal in my mouth. The last thing I remembered was my stepsister, Cathie, handing me a flute of champagne at the charity gala with a smile that didn't reach her eyes. Now, a tall, dangerously handsome man walked out of the bathroom with a towel around his hips. On the nightstand sat a stack of hundred-dollar bills. My stepmother had finally done it—she drugged me and staged a scandal with a hired escort to destroy my reputation and my future. "Aisha! Is it true you spent the night with a gigolo?" The shouts of a dozen reporters echoed through the heavy oak door as camera flashes exploded through the peephole. My phone lit up with messages showing my bank accounts were already frozen. My father was invoking the 'morality clause' in my mother’s trust fund, and my fiancé had already released a statement dumping me to marry my stepsister instead. I was trapped, penniless, and being hunted by the press for a scandal I hadn't even participated in. My own family had sold me out for a payday, and the man standing in front of me was the only witness who could prove I was innocent—or finish me off for good. I didn't have time to cry. According to the fine print of the trust, I had thirty days to prove my "rehabilitation" through a legal marriage or I would lose everything. I tracked the man down to a coffee shop the next morning, watching him take a thick envelope of cash from a wealthy older woman. I sat across from him and slid a napkin with a $50,000 figure written on it. "I need a husband. Legal, paper-signed, and convincing." He looked at the number, then at me, a slow, crooked smile spreading across his face. I thought I was hiring a desperate gigolo to save my inheritance. I had no idea I was actually proposing to Dominic Fields, the reclusive billionaire shark who was currently planning a hostile takeover of my father’s entire empire.

Marrying My Runaway Groom's Powerful Father

I was sitting in the Presidential Suite of The Pierre, wearing a Vera Wang gown worth more than most people earn in a decade. It was supposed to be the wedding of the century, the final move to merge two of Manhattan's most powerful empires. Then my phone buzzed. It was an Instagram Story from my fiancé, Jameson. He was at Charles de Gaulle Airport in Paris with a caption that read: "Fuck the chains. Chasing freedom." He hadn't just gotten cold feet; he had abandoned me at the altar to run across the world. My father didn't come in to comfort me. He burst through the door roaring about a lost acquisition deal, telling me the Holland Group would strip our family for parts if the ceremony didn't happen by noon. My stepmother wailed about us becoming the laughingstock of the Upper East Side. The Holland PR director even suggested I fake a "panic attack" to make myself look weak and sympathetic to save their stock price. Then Jameson’s sleazy cousin, Pierce, walked in with a lopsided grin, offering to "step in" and marry me just to get his hands on my assets. I looked at them and realized I wasn't a daughter or a bride to anyone in that room. I was a failed asset, a bouncing check, a girl whose own father told her to go to Paris and "beg" the man who had just publicly humiliated her. The girl who wanted to be loved died in that mirror. I realized that if I was going to be sold to save a merger, I was going to sell myself to the one who actually controlled the money. I marched past my parents and walked straight into the VIP holding room. I looked the most powerful man in the room—Jameson’s cold, ruthless uncle, Fletcher Holland—dead in the eye and threw the iPad on the table. "Jameson is gone," I said, my voice as hard as stone. "Marry me instead."

Jilted Bride's Revenge: The Valkyrie Awakens

I had been a wife for exactly six hours when I woke up to the sound of my husband’s heavy breathing. In the dim moonlight of our bridal suite, I watched Hardin, the man I had adored for years, intertwined with my sister Carissa on the chaise lounge. The betrayal didn't come with an apology. Hardin stood up, unashamed, and sneered at me. "You're awake? Get out, you frumpy mute." Carissa huddled under a throw, her fake tears already welling up as she played the victim. They didn't just want me gone; they wanted me erased to protect their reputations. When I refused to move, my world collapsed. My father didn't offer a shoulder to cry on; he threatened to have me committed to a mental asylum to save his business merger. "You're a disgrace," he bellowed, while the guards stood ready to drag me away. They had spent my life treating me like a stuttering, submissive pawn, and now they were done with me. I felt a blinding pain in my skull, a fracture that should have broken me. But instead of tears, something dormant and lethal flickered to life. The terrified girl who walked down the aisle earlier that day simply ceased to exist. In her place, a clinical system—the Valkyrie Protocol—booted up. My racing heart plummeted to a steady sixty beats per minute. I didn't scream. I stood up, my spine straightening for the first time in twenty years, and looked at Hardin with the detachment of a surgeon looking at a tumor. "Correction," I said, my voice stripped of its stutter. "You're in my light." By dawn, I had drained my father's accounts, vanished into a storm, and found a bleeding Crown Prince in a hidden safehouse. They thought they had broken a mute girl. They didn't realize they had just activated their own destruction.

Seven Years A Fool, One Day A Queen

Everyone knew Kristine loved Colton. Still, his heart clung to a woman overseas-someone he spent most days with, now pregnant with his baby-and Kristine still asked him to marry her. On their registration day, however, he never came; his "true love" had flown back. Seven years of loyalty later, Kristine walked away, blocked him, and left his city. Colton didn't blink-until he saw her at the courthouse, arm-in-arm with another man, and the proud CEO went pale. He went after her, desperation overtaking him. "I'm sorry. Please give me another chance." She snapped, "Could you stop? I'm already married."

His Twisted Game, My Dangerous Love

Vesper's marriage to Julian Sterling was a gilded cage. One morning, she woke naked beside Damon Sterling, Julian's terrifying brother, then found a text: Julian's mistress was pregnant. Her world shattered, but the real nightmare had just begun. Julian's abuse escalated, gaslighting Vesper, funding his secret life. Damon, a germaphobic billionaire, became her unsettling anchor amidst his chaos. As "Iris," Vesper exposed Julian's mistress, Serena Sharp, sparking brutal war: poisoned drinks, a broken leg, and the horrifying truth-Julian murdered her parents, trapping Vesper in marriage. The man she married was a killer. Broken and betrayed, Vesper was caught between monstrous brothers, burning with injustice. Refusing victimhood, Vesper reclaimed her identity. Fueled by vengeance, she allied with Damon, who vowed to burn his empire for her. Julian faced justice, but matriarch Eleanor's counterattack forced Vesper's choice as a hitman aimed for her.

No Longer Mrs. Cooley: The Architect's Return

I went to the City Clerk’s office for a routine copy of my marriage license to finalize a trust fund audit. I expected a simple piece of paper, but the clerk’s pitying look told me my entire life was a lie. "The license was never finalized, Ms. Oliver. In the eyes of the state, you are single." The three-hundred-guest wedding at the Plaza and the Vogue features meant nothing. My husband, Gray Cooley, had intentionally filed the documents with a "procedural defect" so he could discard me without a legal divorce. Moments later, an iCloud invite titled "Our Little Secret" popped up on my screen. It was a photo of my best friend, Brylee, holding a positive pregnancy test at our Hamptons estate. Gray’s text to her was the final blow: "Happy anniversary, babe. This baby is the best gift. Once the trust unlocks today, we’re done with the charade." I soon discovered they were even stealing my career, reassigning my architectural masterpiece to Brylee while preparing my eviction notice. Gray's mother called me a "barren mule" in a leaked recording, mocking the infertility I suffered after saving Gray’s life in a construction accident. I wasn't a wife; I was a three-year placeholder used to secure his inheritance. How could the man I bled for treat me like a disposable prop? How could my best friend carry his child while pretending to comfort me through my darkest moments? The betrayal burned until it turned into a cold, hard stone of fury. I didn't cry. Instead, I walked into the penthouse of the Barretts, the Cooleys' most powerful rivals. I signed a marriage contract with Kane Barrett, the man the tabloids called the "Beast of Wall Street." "I want a wedding," I told his father, my voice steady and lethal. "Bigger than the one I had with Gray." If they wanted me gone, they would have to watch me become the woman who owns their world.