A Contract Marriage with My Professor

"Whether you like it or not, I'm going to marry you, Jillian," Sir Zach told me. His face was dead serious, as if he had already made up his mind. "What do you mean, marry me? Hey! Just because you're rich doesn't mean you can do whatever you want! There is no reason for me to marry someone like you!" I snapped at him. It felt like he was trying to dictate every single thing I did, even though he wasn't even my boyfriend. "I have a reason to marry you, Jillian. Something happened between us, don't you remember? You were actually the one who kissed me that night you were completely wasted," he reminded me, a smirk playing on his lips. I swallowed hard at his words. Right. Something did happen between us. But it wasn't intentional. Someone had drugged my drink, which was why I acted that way the night he pulled me away from the "friends" I thought were genuine. "So, there's no reason to say 'no,' my future wife," he said with a wink. It looks like there's no way out for me. I'm actually going to be the wife of Sir Zach-my professor and the one person I'm always at odds with.

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Chapter 3

CHAPTER 3:

JILLIAN'S POV

Three days had passed since I moved to the city. My stay was going well, mostly because Roxane had become my best friend. Enrollment at Gardon University was only a few days away, though classes hadn't started yet.

"Hi Roxane, have you eaten yet? I cooked breakfast. You might be hungry," I said to her.

She usually came home in the early morning, right when I was waking up at 5:00 AM. To thank her for being so kind to me, I had made it a habit to cook for her. We shared our food budget, so while I had no classes yet, I chose to do the cooking at the boarding house. I was used to waking up early back home anyway, so I did it every day.

"Thanks, Jillian, but I'm so sleepy. Maybe I'll eat later," she replied before throwing herself onto her soft bed.

Roxane's job was really tough. Working at a call center meant she never got enough sleep. You really need a lot of patience for that job if you want to earn your own income. Since she was tired, I ended up eating my fried eggs and garlic rice alone. I rarely got to eat with Roxane at this hour because she was always exhausted.

I decided that since school hadn't started yet, I would try to find a temporary job. I didn't want to spend all the money my parents had given me. I felt bad relying on them; we are not rich, and their budget was tight. I didn't want them to work so hard while I just waited for them to send money. I couldn't let that happen, so I went out to look for a part-time job.

After breakfast, I took a bath and put on a simple outfit: just a T-shirt and jeans. Even though my clothes were simple, I felt confident. Many people back home had told me I was pretty, so I kept that in mind to stay positive.

It was exactly 7:00 AM when I left the boarding house. I immediately smelled the exhaust from the cars. Smelling the city air made me miss the fresh breeze of the province.

"Where should I apply?" I asked myself. "Maybe a small shop? Or a fast-food place? Well, I'll see where I get lucky."

I walked around, keeping my eyes open for "Hiring" signs. While walking, I saw an old woman who was having a hard time crossing the street. I didn't think twice; I went over to help her.

"Good morning, Ma'am. I don't mean to meddle, but it's dangerous for someone like you to walk here alone. The cars drive very fast," I told her.

I felt a bit shy saying it, but I was worried about her. She was old and shouldn't have been crossing in this street by herself. The people around here didn't seem to care; no one else had offered to help.

"Thank you, dear. But I'm not crossing the street," she said.

I was shocked. I felt a little embarrassed. I had tried to be a hero, but she didn't actually need my help to cross.

"Oh? You're not crossing? Then what are you doing here, Ma'am?" I asked. This old lady had really given me a scare for nothing!

"I'm just waiting for my son. He's taking a long time, so I keep looking at the cars, hoping he sees me," she explained.

"I see. But please be careful. Don't stand too close to the road," I advised her.

"Thank you," she replied simply.

"You're welcome. Well, I'll be going now. Take care, Ma'am! And please tell your son he shouldn't leave you waiting like this. If I were your child, I would go with you everywhere," I said, waving goodbye.

I couldn't stand the thought of a parent waiting like that. Why couldn't the son just stay with her? In my mind, that son had a very bad attitude. But then again, why was I worrying about that? I was starting to act like a gossip.

As I continued my job hunt, I found a fast-food place. The manager was about to interview me, but there was a problem-the owners arrived. The staff had to hurry to serve their boss.

So, my interview was canceled. What a bad luck! I almost had a job, but it slipped away.

"Just come back and apply another time, okay? Maybe tomorrow. Our bosses are here, and we need to serve them. It's rare for the mother and son to visit," the manager told me.

"Sure, no problem," I replied.

It was such bad timing. But who were these owners? They must have been very rich. The restaurant was beautiful and looked very expensive.

"Sir is here! Hurry, Madam is with him!" I heard the manager shout.

I wanted to see who they were, but it was too crowded. I didn't get a chance to see them, so I decided to just head back to the boarding house.

But as I walked out the exit, I accidentally bumped into a man. I hit my head against his chest. His body felt like stone-he clearly spent a lot of time at the gym.

"Ouch! Watch it! That really hurt. You should learn how to look where you're going!" I snapped at him.

I didn't know if he was just confused or being rude. I was clearly at the exit, and he had tried to come in through there even though there was a separate entrance! But the guy didn't even say sorry. He just walked straight inside.

Unbelievable! I didn't even get to see his face, and I didn't care to know him anyway. What a rude person!

"You're lucky I'm applying here tomorrow. If not, I would have punched you," I muttered angrily.

That was the second time I had met a man with no respect and no manners. I walked home in a bad mood, and Roxane noticed it immediately. She was awake and eating when I got back.

"What's the problem? Did you get into a fight?" she guessed.

"Not exactly. I just don't understand the men in this city! On my first day, a guy judged me and thought I was pregnant. Now, another guy bumps into me and doesn't even say sorry! It's too much!" I complained.

Roxane just laughed at my reaction.

"You're cute, Jillian. I don't know if I should feel sorry for you," she chuckled. "Anyway, I told you the city is different from the province. People here are different. You'll get used to it. If a man won't respect you, then punch him to wake him up."

I nodded in agreement. She had a point. The problem was, I didn't even see the guy's face.

"Fine. I won't let any man look down on me again. They'll taste a punch from a province girl. I have a strong grip," I said bravely.

My body was used to hard work, so I knew my punch would be strong enough to knock someone out. I wasn't a fighter back home, but here in the city, I was ready to show my tough side.

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8.1

Betrayed Bride, Mafia Queen Rises

8.1

The day my husband, Marco, was supposed to be promoted in the Lombardi crime family, I went to file our official union papers. It was the culmination of three years of work, the foundation for the family I so desperately wanted. That’s when I found out he’d already registered a wife two months prior. It wasn’t me. It was Isabella Moretti, the daughter of our most bitter rivals. At his celebration party, he introduced me to the entire family as an obsessed analyst from his team. He stood with his arm around Isabella, who clutched her stomach and claimed to be carrying his child. A moment later, she faked a fall and screamed that I'd pushed her, trying to kill her baby. He moved her into our home, replacing my professional awards—the proof of the work that built his entire career—with their smiling portraits. He didn’t just betray me; he erased me. That night, after he accused me of poisoning Isabella and trying to induce a miscarriage, I finally understood. He hadn't just left me; he was trying to destroy me. So I walked away from the life I had built for him and accepted the one job he was terrified I would take. The Don's Consigliere had offered me control of the Chimera project, the most powerful intelligence network in the organization. I was done being the ghost in Marco's machine. Now, I was going to be the monster in his nightmares.

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8.0

From Mafia Wife To Free Woman

8.0

For three years, I've been the wife of Dante Moretti, the head of the Chicago Bratva. My only purpose was to give him an heir. Today, I stared at the second pink line on a pregnancy test—a death sentence. But my husband didn't want a wife. He wanted a vessel. Hiding outside his office door, I heard him talking to his sister, Isabella. They were placing a million-dollar bet on the gender of my unborn child. "But what about her?" Isabella asked. "Once she gives you the heir, she’ll be useless." The silence that followed was heavy, suffocating. "She served her purpose," Dante said, his voice dropping to a chilling whisper. "A broodmare is only valuable when it can produce. After that…" He didn't have to finish. In his world, useless things are discarded. Violently. Every touch, every calculated smile had been a lie to secure his dynasty. He saw a legacy, not a child. He saw a vessel, not a wife. The only way to win his game was to knock the whole board over. I pulled out my phone and called the clinic my friend had told me about. "Yes," I said, my voice a stranger’s, hollow and steady. "I'd like to schedule a termination."

Mafia Modern Romance

8.6

My Alpha Brother is my Mate

8.6

"This is wrong," I said, my voice rough and strained. "I'm your older brother... we can't do this." I tried to pull away from her, forcing some distance between us, but my body wouldn't cooperate. The pull toward her was too powerful, too deep in my bones. She didn't let go. Instead, she tugged me closer, guiding me toward the bed. One of her soft hands pressed flat against my bare chest, right over my pounding heart, while her other arm wrapped around the back of my neck, holding me there. Her eyes burned with hunger as she looked up at me. In a low, needy voice, she whispered, "Whether you believe you're my mate or not... I'm giving you my first everything tonight. All of me. Right now." The words hit me like a shockwave. Every single inch of my body-my soul, my wolf-screamed the same thing over and over in my head: Mate. Mate. Mate. The instinct roared so loud it drowned out everything else, every rational thought, every rule I'd ever lived by. I crashed my mouth against hers in a hungry, desperate kiss, claiming her completely. My hands gripped her waist, pulling her flush against me as I muttered against her lips, "And I don't care anymore about morals or rules or any of that bullshit. I'm the ruler of these lands... and you're mine. All mine." I was completely crazy about her. Obsessed. Possessed. She was mine-every part of her-and nothing in the world was going to change that.

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9.2

Pampered By The Ruthless Chicago Don

9.2

I was sold to Damien Russo, the ruthless Don of Chicago, as collateral in a shipping route transaction. I was expected to be a silent, obedient bride in a cold, loveless marriage. But the moment I stepped into the Russo estate, I realized my new family wanted to completely destroy me. My mother-in-law, Eleonora, and her arrogant relatives immediately targeted me. They set traps in the solarium, mocked my late mother's heritage, and tried to force me into humiliating submission using their strict mafia traditions. They wanted to break my spirit so Damien would replace me with the bride they actually wanted—a purebred mafia princess. They expected me to cower in fear, isolated and helpless, while the whole family watched my public humiliation and waited for my downfall. Did they really think I was just a fragile girl who would cry and run away? They completely underestimated the survival instincts of a woman who grew up in this bloody world. I learned long ago that tears are worthless. "My rules are simple. Vendetta is a two-way street." Instead of breaking, I smiled. I weaponized their own legendary ancestors and the sacred promise of an unborn heir to trap the Matriarch in her own rules, forcing her into a suffocating silence. If they wanted a war for the throne, I would gladly show them exactly why I am the undisputed Mafia Queen.

Action Mafia Romance

9.6

Rebirth Of A Mafia Heiress

9.6

Betrayed and murdered by her own family, a mafia heiress is granted a second chance at life through rebirth. Returning to the past with her memories intact, she vows to dismantle the treacherous organization that destroyed her. To succeed, she must navigate a dangerous world of crime while forging an unexpected alliance with a powerful man. Driven by vengeance, she seeks to reclaim her legacy and find love amidst the rising shadows.

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A Contract Marriage with My Professor

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