Chained: A Second Chance At Marriage
Obsessed with her sister's best friend, Cassandra orchestrates a desperate scheme to trap Hades into marriage through a pregnancy he never wanted. But her dream quickly turns into a cold, domestic hell. Hades remains hopelessly in love with her sister, Klare, treating Cassandra with nothing but venom and disdain.
Can love really come after marriage? Or will it bring nothing but pain?
If you have a second chance at building your life again, will you take it or risk on a second chance?
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Chapter 2
It's been almost a month since Hades and I have been married. Things haven't really changed between us, he still hates me, and he never fails to make me feel it. But I swallowed the pain away.
I won't give up on him. I won't give up on us.
"Mi hija," Auntie Helena spoke behind me as she walked inside the kitchen.
"Good morning, auntie," I greeted her happily.
"What are you doing here in the kitchen so early?" She asked, walking to my side.
"I'm cooking breakfast for Hades." I replied.
In the corner of my eyes I could see how her smile slowly faded. I know what will come next, and I just can't help but sigh deeply inside.
"Mi hija, you know Hades will just throw your food away." She shook her head, clearly distressed.
"Don't worry auntie, I won't give up on Hades. I know, eventually, he will learn to love me." I said, smiling sadly.
"I don't know what's wrong with that kid. In all my life of serving their family, I've never known someone so perfect like you. Not only are you beautiful, but you're also kind, and not to mention you're cooking is impeccable." She rubbed her temples, and I could only afford to smile at her.
I wonder if Auntie Helena will still see me the same way if she knew the truth of why Hades had to marry me.
I took a deep breath and rubbed my stomach when I felt a kick inside.
I also made some coffee for Harry. He always rejects the coffee I make for him so sometimes, I let auntie give it to him just so he can taste what I made, and interestingly enough, he always looked for the coffee I made ever since, though he doesn't know I was the one who made it.
Seeing Hades walk to the dining area through the clear glass door got me excited. I turned the stove off and quickly prepared everything.
Auntie brought some of the dishes with her while I brought the plate I had prepared for Hades.
The moment he saw me, his forehead creased, and his jaw clenched.
I brought the plate in front of him and greeted him happily. "Good morning. I cooked you some food. I know you have a long day to..."
"I told you I get sick with your food." He cut me off without even sparing me a glance.
He just looked at the food I made with disgust and I felt my heart sink once again hearing him say such hurtful words.
"Auntie, cook me another breakfast." He said, turning to auntie Helena.
"Mi hijo, Cassy here prepared this food for you, aren't you even gonna try it?" Auntie tried to defend me.
"I told you to not let her in the kitchen!"
I froze, my heart leaping. "It's not Auntie's fault, Hades. I was the one who cooked without her knowing. If you want I can cook you another one that you'll..."
[Bang!] He slapped the table hard with his hand as he stood up. I almost fell backward from shock, even auntie was shivering from how he was acting.
"Can't your measly little brain understand that I don't want to eat any of your food? Or is it that you're too dumb to understand such simple words?" He glared at me.
"But...I'm your wife. I want to..."
"Fuck Cassandra! Will you stop acting like this marriage will ever work!? I'm not happy and I'm never gonna be happy as long as I see your face and that fucking mistake you're carrying with you!"
He was about to turn his back on me but I hurriedly went after him and grabbed his hand that he instantly swatted away.
"Don't fucking touch me! You disgust me!" His face was black as he looked down at me as if I was some trash.
I felt my heart breaking, the tears were pooling in my eyes but I tried to hold it in, not wanting to let him see me cry since I know he hates it when I cry.
"Hades..." I called him, my voice breaking, "What do I have to do for you to love me?" I asked, begging him.
My chest hurts so much right now but despite the pain I still refuse to let go.
He looked at me intently, searching my gaze, before the corners of his lips slowly curled up as he said the most hurtful words I never thought he'd be able to say to me.
"Die. Just fucking die."
It was all he said without an ounce of remorse as he turned around and left.
I crashed to the floor and covered my face as tears continued streaming down uncontrollably.
I never thought marrying Hades would be like this. I want a family with him, a happy family, where we would laugh, tell stories to each other, but it seems...that will never happen.
"Mi hija..." Auntie Helen walked behind me and crouched down, rubbing my back in soft gentle motions.
"Stop crying Mi hija, Hades...I'm sure that boy doesn't mean what he said." She said, though I can tell those were just words meant to comfort me.
"Focus on your child. Too much stress will affect your health. You don't want your child to be sick, right?" She asked. I looked at her and nodded softly, hugging her.
"Shhh...don't let your emotions get to you. Everything will be fine." She whispered, caressing my hair.
I flinched when I felt a kick on my stomach. I smiled inwardly, feeling as if my child was agreeing with what Auntie said.
Okay baby, mommy will try harder. Mommy will try to be stronger. Daddy will eventually learn to love us. Mommy will make sure of it.
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7.2
Five years ago, I, Claire Parker, ran away for love with Daniel Carter, the broke boy everyone looked down on. But on the very day we were supposed to leave together, he abandoned me.
Overnight, I became the laughingstock of the entire city and was forced into a marriage alliance with a terminally ill man, Ryan Cooper.
Five years later, my husband died, the marriage arrangement fell apart, and the Cooper family threw me out without a shred of mercy.
Meanwhile, Daniel, the man everyone once sneered at, returned home in glory and became the hottest rising name in the business world.
And somehow, he ended up becoming my boss.
I wanted nothing to do with him, yet he kept closing in on me, cornering me with sarcasm sharp enough to draw blood.
Then one day, Daniel caught me on a date with another man.
His eyes reddened instantly as he pinned me against the wall. "Claire... are you abandoning me again?"
8.5
I woke up in the tangled black silk sheets of the Mafia Don's bed, my skin still burning from his ruthless touch in the dark.
The heavy door burst open, and his pristine wife, Bianca, looked at my bruised collarbones with visceral hatred.
Instead of having me killed for soiling her husband's bed, she offered a devil's bargain.
"You will take my place in his bed. You will be a shadow in the dark."
In my past life, I foolishly accepted, thinking her money would pay for my dying mother's hospital bills. I didn't realize the untouchable Mafia Queen was barren and just needed a disposable incubator. After I endured the Don's violent possession and birthed the Moretti heir, they cut off my mother's medicine. Then, they dragged me to a remote warehouse and suffocated me with a wet mattress to bury their dirty secret forever.
Until my last agonizing breath, I didn't understand why my absolute submission and suffering were rewarded with such a brutal, meaningless death.
Opening my eyes again, I was back on the morning after the Don first claimed me.
I knelt on the Persian rug, weeping tears of fake gratitude as Bianca handed me the cash. But the moment my escort looked away, I didn't take her fertility herbs. I bought a bitter root from an alley witch to keep my womb empty. This time, I won't give the Don a child. I'll become his darkest obsession, and use his lethal power to burn this entire family to the ground.
9.7
For three years, I was the dutiful wife of billionaire Ervin Valdez.
On our third wedding anniversary, he came home smelling of his mistress's perfume, pinned me down, and brutally mocked me.
His mistress, Sylvia, had even sent me a fake ultrasound report to force me out of the picture.
In Ervin's eyes, I was just a vicious, calculating liar who used a pregnancy to trap him into marriage.
He didn't care that I had actually lost that baby, nor did he know the trauma of my gambling father selling me to a dark club where I was assaulted by a stranger.
When I finally handed him the signed divorce papers, giving up all assets, and left the penthouse with nothing but an old suitcase, he just sneered.
"She is playing a game of hard to get. She won't last three days before she comes crying back."
He froze all my bank accounts, let his mistress humiliate me in public, and waited coldly for me to starve and beg.
He thought my entire existence relied on his wealth, completely confident that I would inevitably surrender to his control.
But he was wrong.
I calmly opened my old laptop, bypassed the complex encryptions, and looked at the dozens of unread emails from top-tier global brands begging for my return.
I resurrected my hidden identity as the legendary jewelry designer "R," and walked straight into the top design firm in Manhattan.
"It is time to find myself again."
9.7
I was seven years into a perfect relationship, engaged to the man who helped me overcome my fear of commitment. I was even secretly pregnant with our first child.
A pet-sitting gig led me straight into the heart of his betrayal-a luxury apartment he shared with his mistress of a year. She had hired me personally to discover it all.
She then framed me for stealing the family ring he had promised me. At the police station, my fiancé rushed in not to defend me, but to shield her.
When I confronted him, he shoved me. Hard.
I hit the floor and lost our baby.
In the hospital, he had the audacity to beg for forgiveness, promising we could just "try again."
I saw the guilt in his eyes and used it. I made him sign over every asset we owned as penance. The moment the money was mine, I vanished. He thought he was buying my forgiveness.
He was funding my revenge.
7.1
"You broke the first rule, Princess. That means I get to take something from you. I'll start with this," he said, tugging at my panties and a needy throb ran straight through my core.
"Kyren, don't," I tried but it was to no avail.
He roughly pulled at the flimsy material, covering my most intimate part. The sound of lace ripping, filled the room. And the cool air from the AC bit into my exposed skin.
His hands slid up my back. He unclasped my bra with ease and it soundlessly dropped to the floor. His gaze raked over my trembling form with a satisfied hunger.
"You're not a cheerleader tonight. You're just mine. And I'm going to spend the next few hours showing you exactly what happens when you break my rules," he stated, before pushing my legs wide open with his knee.
××
Hailey thought she could handle the "Ice King." She thought she could seduce him, win the bet, and walk away with her heart intact. But Kyren sees right through her games. He doesn't want her seduction, he wants her submission.
As the lines between a dare and reality blur, Hailey finds herself trapped between her father's expectations and a man who wants to claim every inch of her. In a game where the rules keep changing, Hailey is about to learn that the Ice King doesn't just freeze people out... he burns them down.
9.7
She was supposed to tutor his children.
Not steal his heart.
After a brutal breakup and one very bad night, Hannah Milton becomes a live-in tutor at the powerful Walton estate-where rules are strict, emotions are buried, and falling in love is absolutely forbidden.
Benjamin Walton is older, untouchable, and completely off-limits. He's built his life on control, but Hannah's wit, warmth, and chaos threaten everything he's worked to protect.
As desire ignites and secrets surface, one woman inside the house is determined to destroy Hannah before love can win.
Because some loves aren't meant to happen...
until they do.