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 6

CHAPTER 6:

JILLIAN'S POV

My workday ended with a big smile on my face. It felt great to get back at someone who was mean to me. My anger went away and I felt very happy.

I had chased away the man who almost hit Whitey. He did not even fight back; he was probably scared of me. I made sure to guard the door so he could not come inside the restaurant. I even changed jobs with the girl at the door to make sure he did not sneak past me.

It was funny because I acted like I owned the place, but at least I kept that rude man out.

"Hi Roxane, how was work? Did you eat yet? By the way, thanks for watching Whitey. I feel bad for giving you extra work," I said to my friend when I got home.

She had just arrived while I was putting makeup on my face.

"As usual, the call center is tiring and keeps me up all night. You need a lot of luck for that job. And about Whitey, do not worry, it is a small help. Besides, I am starting to like him," she replied.

Since I started my part-time job, she was the person I asked to watch the puppy. It was good to hear she liked him. I was worried Whitey would be a problem, but he actually made her happy.

"Thank you so much. I will bring you some food later when I get home. The food at the restaurant tastes really good; I promise you will like it," I told her. I wanted to give Roxane a treat to show I was thankful. It was a simple gift from my heart.

"All right, I will wait for you. Be safe at work, sis," she said as she took off her shoes. I could see she was very tired.

"I will! Bye, I am leaving now," I called back. I finished my lipstick and I looked good enough.

My work started at 8:00 AM and ended at 7:00 PM. I had to be at the restaurant before 8:00 AM because our manager was very strict. If we were late four times, we were fired right away.

Business was business. Time was important.

"Good morning!" I said to my coworkers when I arrived the next day.

However, the way they looked at me made me feel nervous. It was as if they wanted to hurt me.

"Jillian, I am glad you are finally here. I have been waiting for you," our manager said. I was confused. It was only 7:30 AM; why did she need me so early? I was not even a cook.

"Ma'am?" I asked, surprised.

"What do you mean 'Ma'am'? You work here! We have a VIP customer, and I want you to help him with his order," she explained.

"A VIP customer? Is there such a person?" I asked. I thought all customers were the same, but the manager sounded annoyed.

"Yes, there is. Stop asking questions and just go to work," she said.

I scratched my head and followed her orders. I could not complain because I was just a waitress. But before I started, I looked at my coworkers again. I still did not understand them.

Yesterday, we were friends, but today everything felt different. Were they jealous? Or did I look bad?

I wanted to ask them, but I was getting nervous because the manager was shouting. I quickly put down my bag and took a menu. I went to the VIP table where a man was sitting. He looked like he had been waiting for a long time.

"Good morning, Sir! Here is the menu. You can choose what you want to eat," I said politely.

I could not see his face because he was reading a newspaper. He did not hear me, so I spoke again and waved my hand in front of him. He slowly lowered the newspaper, and I finally saw his face.

"Oh... forgive me, Father," I said quietly when I saw him.

"You?! Wait, are you here to get back at me?" I asked loudly. That was the first thing I thought. It was the man from yesterday. The one I had kicked out. And now, he was back.

"Do you really think that is why I am here?" he asked with a mean smile.

"Well, I do not know! You should leave. You do not belong here. This place will be bad if a person like you is here," I said.

"Is that how you talk to people who eat here? You do not know how to respect a customer," he said.

"Wow, you are talking about respect? You? No way! Respect is something you have to earn!" I said angrily.

"In that case, I will call the manager to teach you a lesson," he said to scare me.

"You are an idiot! And a suck-up, too! You think you are special. Well, for your information, it's not you who pays me!" I yelled.

My voice was so loud that the manager heard me and came over.

"What is wrong, Jillian? Why are you fighting with our customer?" she asked.

"You are wrong, Ma'am! He is the one fighting with me. He is a very mean person. I swear." I said, pointing at him.

"Jillian, have some shame. You should not be mean to customers," the manager yelled at me.

"I am not being mean, Ma'am," I tried to say to defend myself.

"Stop it, Jillian. Do not explain. You should say sorry if you do not want to lose your job," she said. I was very frustrated. I did not want to say sorry, but I needed this job. I needed the money.

"I am sorry, Sir. It will not happen again," I said, but I did not mean it. I only said it so I would not get fired.

"So, you know to say sorry. That is good. Keep doing that," he said. He looked like he wanted to burst out his laugh.

Was something funny about me? I did not see anything funny! That man was crazy to laugh for no reason.

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8.1

Betrayed Bride, Mafia Queen Rises

8.1

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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."

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8.6

My Alpha Brother is my Mate

8.6

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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.

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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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