Loveless Bond

Loveless Bond

Vickie Thoria

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Lyra Flynn, a young lady in her early twenties, had a contracted marriage to marry the son of a popular loan shark called Rowan Darko in order to pay the debt of her father. She was given a year ultimatum to make the reckless and purposeless man fall in love with her, the only miracle she could perform to prevent her younger brother from being sold in exchange for their father's debt. Rowan Darko, a vibrant and cruel son of a loan shark, who treads on anyone that comes his way. He's bent on frustrating Lyra's life so she would leave him to continue living his reckless life. It all changed when Lyra met her old friend from the past who was willing to pay off her father's debt and set up a promising future for her. What happens when Lyra requests it after she meets with her old friend? Will Rowan let go of Lyra whom he has no feelings whatsoever for? Or would he lay claims to her as his own with their marriage as legal ground?

Loveless Bond Chapter 1 Wedding night.

Lyra sat down on the polished dressing stool, in a room which seems to be her new home. The comfort that the master's bedroom offers is as cold as the owner. Shifting her gaze from the man sleeping peacefully on the big bed.

This is her new fate, a fate she is set to conquer.The state of her new husband gives her concern, her arm hurts from having to move him around so she could clean him up before she puts him to bed.

She laughed at her miserable condition, Darko should have just hired her as a maid for his son rather than this pathetic condition he placed on her.She had offered herself to be sold in place of her brother even though Darko scolded her for teaching him how to do his job. She smirks at the older man scheme.

Since no reasonable lady from the top class would marry his son, he's pinning him on her. She could see right through his plan but who is she to turn down the offer when her brother's life is on the line.

How was she supposed to make a full grown man who has a mind of his own fall in love with her?Lyra lay down beside him on the bed, after cleaning her face and taking off her jewelry for the wedding.She moved closer to him, her hand in his hair, caressing it. His hair was soft yet sharp.

What a combo.She loves the feeling of her hand in his hair, she noticed Ethan leaning in to her touch. She frowned at his reaction.Lyra continues to caress his hair until she slept off, drained and pitiful.

Darko arranged a proper marriage for the both of them, attended by influential people across the state and the media capturing each moment of bliss.

Lyra kept smiling at the camera while Ethan didn't lift a finger till the wedding was over, he didn't spare his wife-to-be a glance.He left the church after the exchange of rings and vows.Only to come back home drunk and wasted, reeking of alcohol.

Ethan woke up to a banging headache, he tried to sit up when he felt the presence of another body on his. Small but all over him, he frowned trying to remember who she was. His headache seems to worsen with each step he took trying to remember who the lady was.

Did he bring her home last night?, he thought, wincing in pain.He pushed her gently off his body. Her face! Yes he remembers that face. He pushed her off the bed when the realization dawned on him.

Fuck! He groaned."Ouch" Lyra winced in pain, holding her elbow which seems to have broken from the fall."Get me some hangover soup" Rowan commanded, laying down on the bed.

"Was that the reason you pushed me off, what if I've broken an arm" Lyra asked, rubbing her elbow.

"It would have been better if you had broken your neck instead , now would you get lost and do as I say" Ethan glared at her, he threw a pillow to her face.

Her sleepy eyes were adorable and enchanting, she looked too small in her nightgown. Her nipples staring at his face, he could make out her whole body from the revealing nightgown she wore.Was she trying to seduce him by wearing that, he thought, closing his eyes to steady his breath.

She's not his type.He tried to remind himself that she is no one important to waste his breath on. She's just a cheap whore who would give her body away in exchange for money.

How many men has she slept with already? He thought with a disdain look on his face.

Lyra walked down the stairs slowly, trying to find her way to the kitchen.

A big wall clock was placed by the side way. It's 3 AM in the morning.

The kitchen was located at the right wing of the house, she made Rowan the normal hangover soup she knew how to prepare for her late father, Pat.

Carried it on a tray and took it to their room, Rowan was sitting on the bed on her arrival.

She took the soup to the bedside, offer it to him but he didn't collect it.

He was just staring at her face."Ahhh" Lyra gestures for him to open his mouth since he won't drink the soup by himself.

Ethan opened his mouth as was told and she fed him with the soup, while the stain left by the soup with her slim fingers.

She put Ethan back to bed, the young man was frowning all through. She pecked his forehead, carried the tray and left to return it to the kitchen.

Ethan was already sleeping or pretending to be sleeping when she came back to the room. Lyra climbed into the bed, slide under the duvet cover.

She moved closer to him and repeated the same thing she did to him before she slept off. Ethan felt a tingling sensation under her touch, he opened his eyes when the hand in his hair stopped moving.

What is she doing to him? He loves the feeling of her hands in his hair, it helps calm him down and his headache subside. He pulled her closer and buried his face on her neck, her scent filled his nose, biting her skin playfully but not in a way to wake her from sleep.

He owned her so he could do that much to her. He stopped suddenly, pulling away, Lyra frowned.

What is he doing? He's supposed to hate and treat her like trash for accepting a deal from his father.He stood up from the bed and walked out of the room. He shouldn't be this close to her, not even a little closer.

He hates his father and so does everyone associated with him. He stopped in his tracks, the nightmares, how come he didn't have them today.

He shrugged it off.

"The sight of her should be disgusting to me and make me remember the shady deals she had with my father, who knows if she had already slept with the old man. Disgusting whore" He muttered under his breath as he walked out of the mansion with his guards.

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“Lyra Flynn, a young lady in her early twenties, had a contracted marriage to marry the son of a popular loan shark called Rowan Darko in order to pay the debt of her father. She was given a year ultimatum to make the reckless and purposeless man fall in love with her, the only miracle she could perform to prevent her younger brother from being sold in exchange for their father's debt. Rowan Darko, a vibrant and cruel son of a loan shark, who treads on anyone that comes his way. He's bent on frustrating Lyra's life so she would leave him to continue living his reckless life. It all changed when Lyra met her old friend from the past who was willing to pay off her father's debt and set up a promising future for her. What happens when Lyra requests it after she meets with her old friend? Will Rowan let go of Lyra whom he has no feelings whatsoever for? Or would he lay claims to her as his own with their marriage as legal ground?”
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Chapter 1 Wedding night.

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Chapter 2 So pathetic

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Chapter 3 Stay away from her!

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Chapter 4 Restless

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Chapter 5 Unexpected Encounter

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Chapter 6 Who do you think you are!

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Chapter 7 The family rite

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Chapter 8 Just a wife on paper

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Chapter 9 Why is annoyed

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Chapter 10 His fashion sense

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Chapter 11 What took you so long

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Chapter 12 Meeting with his father

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Chapter 13 The family goddess

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Chapter 14 Getting Scolded By Him

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