Arrange Marriage to a Heartless CEO
"I hate you, Aiden! I hate you! And trust me... you'll never find anyone who'll love you the way I did."
Tears streamed down Charlotte Parker's face as she stormed into her room, packing the last pieces of her broken heart. This time, I knew I'd messed up. And there was no going back.
Charlotte Parker is a kind, beautiful, and well-mannered 22-year-old with dreams of becoming a popular writer. But life has other plans. With her family struggling, she's forced to step up... whether she's ready or not.
Aiden Kingston, on the other hand, is everything she can't stand. Arrogant. Rude. A notorious playboy. And the cold-hearted CEO of a million-dollar company. For Aiden, keeping his inheritance means one thing: marriage. Fast.
Both blindsided by an arranged marriage neither of them asked for, their worlds collide in the most chaotic way. Charlotte is water, soft but strong. Aiden is fire, uncontrolled and burning through everything in his path.
But Aiden has a secret. One that could destroy whatever fragile peace they're trying to build.
Will he let his walls down for her?
Can Charlotte see past his mistakes and frozen heart?
Or will the hatred between them grow so deep it consumes them both... for good?
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Chapter 6
CHARLOTTE'S POV
My phone rang just after noon.
I stared at the screen. It was my mother.
I didn't want to answer.
But I did.
"Hello?"
"Charlotte." Her voice was so oddly sweet. "It's been almost two weeks since the wedding and not a single call from my only daughter?"
"I have been ... adjusting."
"Adjusting?" She laughed lightly. "What's there to adjust to? You married a Kingston, you should be happy and thanking me."
I stayed quiet.
She continued, "How is Aiden? He's treating you well, isn't he?"
"He barely talks to me."
There was a moment of silence.
"Are you doing your part?" she asked.
"My part?"
"Yes, being a good wife, obedient and respectful. Men like Aiden don't want difficult women."
"Difficult?" I scoffed. "You think I'm the problem?"
"You need to learn how to keep your voice down, young lady; you were raised better than this."
"I was raised to be silent and pretty, not to be someone's doormat."
"You are being dramatic."
"No, I'm being honest. You married me off for a business deal and expect me to smile about it?"
"I did what was best for you, for our family."
"Yeah Mom, of course, playing the awesome and caring mother card." Note the sarcasm.
"I don't know what you are talking about..."
"No mother, you did what was best for you and Barry."
"Watch your mouth, Charlotte, I'm still your mother."
I stood up from the chair, pacing angrily.
"No, you watch yours. I'm not a child anymore and I'm not going to play house with a man who treats me like I'm invisible."
"Then make yourself visible the right way," she snapped. "Dress nicely, cook for him, lie there and smile even when he doesn't deserve it."
"I'm not going to crawl for him or feed his ego."
"You are his wife now. You don't have a choice."
"I always have a choice." Her words made me want to pull my hair out of my scalp.
"Don't be ungrateful, Charlotte. Every girl would want to be in your shoes. This marriage will make you wealthy and powerful."
"I don't care about power. I care about respect. Something you and Barry don't seem to understand."
She was silent for a beat.
"Don't ruin this," she said coldly.
"I'm not the one who ruined or is going to ruin anything."
"I won't sit by while you embarrass this family."
"Then hang up."
"Charlotte.."
I ended the call. I knew I was disrespectful to her, but she doesn't understand my plight, and she isn't trying to understand me either.
I wish my Dad were alive. All these wouldn't be happening to me.
I stared at the window for a while trying to wrap my head around how messed up my life is. I need a breath of fresh air.
I was heading downstairs to get some fresh air in the garden when I heard voices near the kitchen.
Cheryl and Elsie were talking to each other. I stepped on the last step, while my hands were still on the wooden handle meant for support to and from the stairs.
"I can't take it anymore," Cheryl said. "She walks around the house like she owns it."
"Well, technically, she does own this house; she's his wife, Cheryl," Elsie replied quietly.
"She doesn't love him."
"Hmmmm. How do you know that? Please say what you know."
"I have a feeling that marriage is forced. She doesn't love him at all."
"That doesn't mean she deserves hate."
"She does," Cheryl hissed. "She doesn't deserve him. You have seen how she talks and behaves to him as if he were beneath her. I bet she is with him because of his money."
Elsie sighed. "This isn't your business."
Cheryl's voice softened. "You don't understand, Elsie. I have loved him for years. Ever since I started working here. I love the way he walks, talks, and commands the room. He deserves someone who actually sees him."
"And you think that's you?"
"Why not me?" she whispered. "I'd worship the ground he walks on and I will never make him feel unwanted."
"Cheryl..."
"I hate her, Elsie. Every time I see her in his arms, I feel sick. She doesn't belong here."
There was a pause.
"She doesn't even make his tea right," Cheryl added bitterly.
I stepped into the hallway.
Both maids froze. Most especially Cheryl.
Elsie's eyes widened. "Miss Charlotte---"
"I see," I said keeping my voice calm. "So that's how you feel, Cheryl?"
Cheryl's mouth opened and closed like a fish gasping for air. "I.. I didn't mean...."
"Don't lie. I heard everything." I crossed my arms. "So you have been chasing after my husband?"
"I just... I care about him."
"Enough to fantasize about replacing me?"
She swallowed. "I just think he deserves better."
"Better than me?" I took a step forward. "Do you know what it's like waking up every day next to a man who pretends you don't exist? Being in a marriage you never asked for, in a home that doesn't feel like yours?"
She said nothing.
"No, you don't." I continued.
"Because while you were fantasizing, I was fighting to hold myself together."
"Miss Charlotte...." Elsie whispered, trying to calm the tension.
But I wasn't done.
"You think he wants you?" I said to Cheryl. "Then by all means, go stand outside his door and wait for him to notice you."
"That's not what I..."
"Save it. Henceforth, stay out of my way. You don't speak about me, you don't serve me and you don't come near me unless I call for you, that's if I call for you. Understood?"
Cheryl nodded quickly, her eyes filling with tears.
I turned to Elsie. "I appreciate your honesty. Thank you."
Elsie gave a small nod. "I'm sorry you heard all that."
"I'm glad I did."
I was quite shocked my all things
Cheryl said about me. But what can I say, I don't really know her.
And with that, I walked away.
For once, I didn't feel weak.
I felt... awake.
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8.5
🔞Explicit Content🔞
"Suck my c^ck, Rosabella. That's all you're good at. A hopeless orphan can only dream of luxury. Keep your filthy mouth out of my affair...use it only to make me cum."
******
Bella Hale has known suffering her entire life. Orphaned at sixteen, she survives on scraps and desperation. She does whatever it takes not to starve with only little dignity intact.
She envies the rich-people who seem immune to hardship and pain. Yet she promised herself that if she ever got her hands on one of them, she would never let go. She was done suffering.
Lucian Rodriguez is everything she should despise.
A cold, selfish, ruthless billionaire with little conscience and no mercy...
a man who knows how to smile for the world while keeping his darkness well hidden.
Their worlds collide when Lucian's four-month-old daughter goes missing... and Bella finds her.
Lucian offers no gratitude...and Bella refuses to let the opportunity slip. She demands compensation. Not just money, but security. A lifetime guarantee that she will never be poor again. In return, she will do whatever he wants. Her body. Her life. He can have it all.
Bella is taken into his world-strictly as a deal.
What she doesn't realize is that when you make a deal with the devil, you should never expect it to be fair.
And she will learn too late that being poor was far better than belonging to Lucian Rodriguez.
A deal turns into obsession.
Survival into desire.
Desire into Hate.
Hate into Love.
That love and commitment becomes the biggest and worst mistake.
Will Bella's desperate deal destroy her?
Or Will she become Lucian's destruction?
8.6
"We both know this match is not our will. For that reason, I'm offering you a contract."
My eyes widened in shock at Harrison's words-an open proposal from a man I had only met for the first time.
What the average family could never pull off happened effortlessly among the right people.
I scanned through the printed agreement in my hands.
No interference in each other's personal lives
Absolute confidentiality of the marriage contract, agreed upon by both parties
The marriage shall last a minimum of two years. If separation is still difficult to implement after that period, the contract may be extended until circumstances permit otherwise
Some of the clauses were... interesting.
A contract like this wasn't natural for a couple about to get married. But strangely, it made me feel more prepared than blindly stepping into the unknown as a member of the Marcus family.
"I deliberately left the last page blank," Harrison said calmly, tapping the paper with his finger. "Please write your conditions."
His assistant smoothly placed a ballpoint pen into my hand.
I didn't hesitate.
Respect both families as one
No physical contact
Separate bedrooms
I've always preferred being alone. I've never had a boyfriend-and I never cared to.
Unfortunately, my sister did.
She was in love, yet she had been betrothed to a billionaire's son she was now being forced to marry.
I pitied her.
So I made a decision that changed everything.
I replaced her.
Harrison Marcus, the billionaire's son, didn't want to marry a stranger either. So he proposed a contract-to me.
Helping my sister.
A marriage without love.
A deal that would end in divorce.
Or so we thought.
Two years later, we planned to file for divorce and walk away like strangers.
But contracts don't account for feelings...
and neither did we.
7.7
💕💕💕
She trusted him with everything.
But love was never part of the plan... and neither was death.
Seventeen-year-old Jessica Harts arrives at the University of Gold Coast full of dreams, brilliant, beautiful, and trusting. Andre Blake, her charming "school father," was everything she thought she needed: older, smart, respected... safe.
But behind the charm and quiet smiles was something darker.
Something he kept buried... until it consumed him. And what he promised himself he'd never do again happened a second time.
Only this time... it couldn't be undone.
Now Jess is dead.
And Andre is the only one who knows the truth.
The world believes it was an accident. The whispers say depression.
But someone else knows better... and they're watching.
But Andre? He thought his wealth would cover his tracks.
He thought silence could protect him.
Until Jess's older sister arrives... with questions he can't answer and eyes that saw straight through him. He was hiding something or worse lying.
Secrets don't stay buried.
Guilt doesn't stay silent.
Was it ever love?
Or something much, much darker?
Not Her Biological Father is a haunting billionaire romance thriller set on the golden coast of Australia. A story about twisted desire, broken trust, and the irreversible cost of crossing the line.
9.1
June woke up transmigrated into the body of a ruthless billionaire's toxic, disposable wife.
Before she could even process the massive Beverly Hills mansion, a cold system voice announced she had exactly five minutes of lifespan remaining.
To survive, she was forced to bind with the system and strictly maintain the original owner's "brainless, abusive drama queen" persona to earn hours to live.
She was forced to violently slap hot coffee out of a terrified maid's hands and physically spank her manipulative five-year-old stepson.
When she tried to escape this nightmare by throwing divorce papers at her terrifying husband, Isaac Walton, he simply ripped them to shreds.
Every time she tried to be reasonable or show a hint of kindness, the system tortured her with agonizing cardiac pain, cementing her status as the most hated monster in the family.
The most absurd part happened when she threw a hysterical, system-mandated tantrum over a gossip magazine, and Isaac's icy demeanor suddenly melted.
He gently touched her hair, offering the one thing she desperately needed.
"Stop crying. I'll handle it."
Just as a spark of hope ignited in her chest, the system's critical death warning exploded in her skull: accepting his sympathy would instantly deduct thirty days of her life.
To stay alive, June had no choice but to violently slap away the only hand reaching out to save her, forcing herself to play the greedy villain while her husband's gaze turned dangerously dark.
8.7
They killed her once. Now, she's back to collect the debt.
Thrown back in time to the single night that shattered her life, Jane King is no longer the powerless charity case of the billionaire Norman family. She's a ghost with a ten-year grudge and a perfect memory of every sin they committed. The timid girl is gone, replaced by a woman with nothing left to lose and a ledger that can only be balanced in ruin.
Her audit begins tonight. With the cold precision of a master strategist, she dismantles the heirs, staging their downfall as tragic accidents. But her bloody work doesn't go unnoticed. From a balcony above, the enigmatic and dangerous Hudson Ellison watches the victim become a predator. He's the only one who sees the monster she's become, and he doesn't want to cage it-he wants to crown it.
He offers a dangerous alliance and the keys to an empire. But in a game of secrets and lies, when you partner with a wolf, you risk becoming the prey.
7.4
I was freezing to death in an abandoned cabin, desperately waiting for my fiancé to save me.
Instead, my phone flickered with a video from my adopted sister.
She was smiling as she confessed that she and my fiancé had orchestrated my kidnapping, and my parents' fatal plane crash, just to steal my family's trust fund.
When I called him with my dying breath, he mocked me for faking a PR stunt and hung up.
I died in the sub-zero blizzard, consumed by absolute despair.
But as a ghost, I watched my greatest business rival, the ruthless billionaire Collins, kick down the doors of my mansion.
He didn't just mourn me.
He shot my fiancé, trapped my sister, and set the entire place on fire, choosing to burn alive in the inferno just to avenge me.
I couldn't understand why the man I had publicly despised for a decade loved me so fiercely, while the people I gave everything to wanted me dead.
Opening my eyes again, I was back backstage on the night I won my Oscar, four years ago.
My fiancé smiled, holding out his arms to hug me.
I pushed him away in disgust, marched straight into the crowded theater, and kissed my billionaire rival on live television.
"Let's get married tomorrow."
This time, I would use him to burn them all to the ground.