
MARRIED TO THE ARROGANT STAR
She's stubborn, young, and craving love.
He's rich, famous, and impossible to read.
When 19 year old Liana Harper is suddenly arranged to marry Ethan Blackwell, the continent's most popular pop idol and heir to a vast empire, their worlds collide in a storm of arrogance, cold stares, and fiery clashes.
Thrown together by family pressure, mismatched personalities, and high expectations, Liana and Ethan must navigate a life neither of them chose filled with secrets, jealousy, and unexpected emotions.
Can a stubborn girl and a grumpy superstar survive a forced marriage? Or will their differences tear them apart before love even has a chance?
Enemies forced into marriage sparks everywhere.
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Chapter 11
Married To The Arrogant Star
Episode 11
By: Peachlips
Ethan's Pov:
"Ethan come on you can't possibly do this to me. You can't ditch me," the bitch says as she stands in front of me.
I stand up quietly from the bed and go to sit in front of my system which is facing the window. This way I'm now backing her.
I'm shirtless and undoubtedly just my bare skin is driving her crazy.
"Get out of my room Michelle," I say calmly as I bring out a stick from my cigarette pack and reach for my lighter.
"Ethan please you know I love you. You can't just use me and dump me. I gave you my dignity," she says, and I scoff.
"Stop lying bitch," I say lowly as I light the cigarette and stick it in my mouth.
"Fine! I know you didn't meet me as a virgin but you're the second guy that has ever crossed my legs. I told you the first one was done forcefully. You're the first guy I've given it to willingly. You can't do this to me Ethan."
I sigh and turn on my laptop.
"I'm not interested in you Michelle. The only thing I wanted was to f**k and go and you knew it. So stop chirping," I tell her bluntly and I hear her sniff.
"Ethan... please. I promise to be faithful to you. I'll do whatever you want. Just give me a chance," she pleads.
These ladies... when will they ever learn?
I reach for one of my phones and make a call placing it on speaker.
"Sir," the security says over the phone.
"Come and get a bitch out of my room," I say coldly and end the call.
I hear her whimper and next she grabs her bag from the bed and runs out of the room.
I puff out smoke from my mouth as I hear her slam the door. I wonder when I'll stop seeing such drama. Cheap ladies.
They know the only thing I want is their body. Yet they still go ahead and make attempts on me. When will they understand I can never fall in love?
I start going through my system and not long after a call comes into my phone. I check and discover it's mum.
I sluggishly pick it up and place it back on the table putting it on speaker.
"Hi mum," I say with a sigh.
"Ethan where are you?" she asks and I heave.
What does she want this time around? I really want to be alone.
"I'm at my mansion. Is there a problem?" I reply.
"Of course not Ethan. But you need to come home now. There's something we need to talk about. It's very important."
I pause and touch my forehead. What could be more important this time around?
"Ethan?" she calls and I sigh.
"Fine. I'll be there," I tell her and hang up.
I wonder what they're up to this time around.
Liana's Pov:
I scoff and look at mum my head spinning from what she says. Or did I mishear her?
"Ethan?" I ask.
"Marry? I... I don't understand, mum. What are you talking about? I mean, who's getting married... to Ethan? What Ethan?"
"Liana," she calls and tucks her hair behind her ear.
"I know you must be confused okay? But you need to understand this. You're getting married to Ethan."
"Ethan?" I repeat.
"Yes, Ethan! Ethan Blackwell."
A short silence steps in as I stare at her stunned.
This is a dream.
"His parents and I have been talking about it and we've finally come to a conclusion. He's the heir to the Blackwell Incorporated and you're also the heir to my company. So we've decided to do a partnership and that's the reason both of you need to get married for the future of the company. That way we'll never have a thing to worry about Liana."
I drop my bag on the floor and try to comprehend the whole thing. Is this woman serious?
"So you... you're trying to say I'll be getting married to E... Ethan? Like... Ethan?" I ask bemused.
"Yes."
"Mum! Are you kidding me?" I snap and stand on my feet.
"I mean you want me to get married to someone because of some worthless company?"
"You better shut that mouth of yours Liana before I shut it up for you," she retorts.
"Well you better do mum because I want to believe you're joking. Like seriously, can you even hear yourself? You want me to get married to someone I know nothing about and for goodness sake at this tender age? I'm just nineteen."
"I gave birth to you at the age of seventeen," she says as she stands up and I halt.
Hold on seventeen???
"You..." I pause and scoff.
"Listen I have no idea how it happened. But you can't make me pass through the same way you did. I can't let you do this to me. I can't get married mum not at this age and not to someone like Ethan."
"And what are you talking about? Do you know how many ladies are out there dying just to touch his finger? You should be happy you're getting married to him."
"Well I don't care mum! And I'm not one of those cheap ladies. I don't love him. How do you expect me to get married to him?"
"Trust me Liana you will love him as-"
"He's a flirt! A rude brat! Do you even know what I catch him doing in the restroom last night? He's actually making out with a lady!"
"Well he's a young boy and you don't expect anything less from him. But all that is likely to change when you get married."
"Mum-"
"Shut up Liana!" she says raucously and I keep quiet stunned.
"I don't care if you like it or not but I'm not going to let you make all my efforts go down the drain. You're getting married to Ethan and that's final. The wedding is on Saturday and they'll be coming over for dinner tomorrow," she says coldly and turns around to leave.
"I have a boyfriend mum," I say tearfully and she turns back to look at me.
"I have someone I care about."
For a second she keeps quiet and doesn't say a word.
"I don't care. What's important right now is getting married to Ethan and that's what you should be thinking about," she replies.
I look at her in disbelief as tears run down my cheeks.
How can this happen? What kind of a mother is this?
I can't say anything else and I run away in tears.
Ethan's Pov:
I walk into the sitting room and meet mum and dad already seated there, discussing.
"Ethan!" mum calls as she stands up to embrace me.
She's the only woman who gets to hold me this way.
"Hi mum," I say as we unlock from the hug.
She smiles and arranges my hair with her palm.
"Good evening dad," I say turning my eyes to him.
He's a chubby-looking man.
"Welcome home Ethan. Come and have a seat," he says and mum holds my hand and makes me sit beside her.
"Okay so why did you call for me?" I ask looking at mum.
"Because we have something important to tell you about," dad chips in and looks at mum as if giving her the go-ahead.
"Um... Ethan," mum calls and holds my hand.
"Do you remember Maltilda's daughter at the party last night?"
I narrow my eyes and try to think.
That tiny girl?
"Yes. What about her?" I ask.
"Maltilda and I have decided to do a partnership and for that to happen we need both of you to get married," dad says but I maintain a straight face.
I mean I don't get what he's saying.
I keep staring at him without saying a word then I look at mum.
"What's going on?" I finally ask with a scoff.
"Ethan," mum calls with a sigh.
"I know it's coming as a shock to you but it's the truth and for the future of the company. Both of you will be getting married on Saturday."
Okay.
These people have got to be kidding me. I mean, what are they talking about? Who the f**k is getting married?
"Ethan-"
"Hold on are you guys trying to trick me or something? Because I want to believe you're joking," I cut mum off.
"This isn't a trick Ethan and we're not joking. It's for the best and you're doing it," dad says.
"So you're trying to tell me I'm getting married to who? What shit is that? Are you for real?" I rasp and stand on my feet.
"Yes Ethan and that's the only way you can inherit the company."
"Well f**k the company. F**k everything. I don't need it," I say and storm out of the house in anger.
"Ethan!" mum calls after me but I ignore her and head for my limo in front of me. My guards are already there.
"Ethan please," she finally catches up with me and holds my hand.
"Seriously mum I never expect this from you," I say anger eating me up.
"How can you really expect me to get married against my will? I thought all you ever wanted was my happiness?"
"Of course Ethan. And I'm doing all this for your sake. Can't you see? Finally, you'll become the heir to the Blackwell Incorporated. The fame will be ours," she enthuses.
"Well, I don't f**king need the company mum. I'm already successful without it."
"Of course you're not! Do you know what it's going to mean for us to own the company? We'll finally become the winners!"
"I can't get married mum I can't. It's going to be hell on earth. I'm not ready to stay committed. I'm only going to make life miserable for the bitch because I can't be a husband right now."
"Ethan please you don't necessarily need to stay committed when you're married. I mean I'd understand if you're tempted to have a taste of other ladies once in a while. But the most important thing right now is getting married to that lady so you can gain access to the company. Please don't let my efforts go down the drain. This is all I've ever wanted."
"Oh really? And talking about efforts I guess it includes the fact that you slept with your best friend's husband so you could give birth to an heir."
She pauses and looks at me in shock. That's enough to earn a slap, but she wouldn't even dare.
She bends her head and starts weeping.
Yeah, f**k.
"Ethan please," she whimpers and holds my waist.
"Try and understand me. I'm doing all this for your sake. Please son."
She hugs me tight and I roll my eyes.
She knows my weak point. She knows I hate seeing her cry.
But what the heck?
How can they expect me to get married to... that tiny girl? I don't even know her.
And mum... she isn't the type who'd want me to do something I don't like. But why is it different in this case? Why is it necessary for me to get married first? Why do I smell something fishy?
TBC.
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In their first year of marriage, Melinda's husband never shared her bed, and the loneliness became a craving.
She understood why after catching him kissing her sister-she was just a stand-in.
When that restless craving finally sharpened into an ailment, she went to the hospital and met a doctor whose steady hands almost unraveled her.
The next day, he showed up as the company's new CEO and made her his assistant.
"Sir, I have a husband. Stop hitting on me." She had tried to resist, but eventually, she still became his girlfriend.
Her ex begged tearfully, "Melinda, let's start over. Don't leave me."
Melinda huffed, "Sorry. I'm not interested in a man who couldn't perform in bed."

8.5
For five years, Alena lived as the secret girlfriend of Hollywood's golden boy, Kane Moody, locked away in a luxury penthouse.
Everything shattered when Vanity Fair announced his engagement to a famous actress, quoting him saying it was his "first time finding real love." But instead of letting Alena go, Kane's security team trapped her inside the apartment.
When she tried to fight back, she discovered the horrifying truth.
The entire penthouse was wired with hidden cameras, recording her most private breakdowns to use as blackmail.
His crisis team threatened her sick mother and forced Alena to sign away her life.
He even used her trust fund to secretly buy his new fiancée a $2.4 million emerald necklace.
The darkest betrayal came when she sneaked out to buy emergency contraceptives, only for Kane to call her untraceable burner phone.
"You don't need that," he whispered.
He revealed that months ago, under the guise of a vitamin shot, his private doctor had secretly implanted a three-year contraceptive device in her arm.
Alena was paralyzed with dread, her body violated and her existence reduced to a node in his surveillance network. She couldn't understand why a man who publicly discarded her refused to let her leave his sight.
Desperate, she used a secret work assignment to flee on a private helicopter to an isolated cabin in Aspen. But as the chopper flew away and the cabin door opened, Kane was standing by the fire, smiling as the winter storm rolled in.

9.8
They say when life throws you a lemon, you should turn it to a lemonade, even though some things weren't just intentional.
"For the next three years, you will work under my son, Anthony. You will obey him unconditionally and assist him in developing the first humanoid robots. It's all stated in the contract."
Melissa, a brilliant first-class robotics engineer, signs a binding contract to save her only sister who urgently needs surgery. Not only must she work for Anthony-the arrogant CEO of the Morgan Group-but she must also marry him.
Throughout the contract, Anthony treats her like a lowlife, belittling her at every opportunity and even stealing credit for her achievements, convinced she would never dare to leave. But as the three years draw to a close, her supposed knight in shining armor, Josh, shows up as he promised.
Will Melissa walk away from Anthony, reclaim her freedom, and rekindle the spark with Josh? Or will Anthony realize too late just how much he stands to lose when the countdown to their divorce begins?
And what if there was more to the accident that left Melissa's sister in need of surgery-and forced Melissa into this contract?
If you want to feel first hand what it means for a lady to possess her possession, then get over here!

8.3
Hovering as a translucent soul in the freezing cemetery, I watched Corbin Mendez—the ruthless billionaire I had spent my entire life despising—violently smash open my tomb.
I thought he had come to desecrate my corpse. Instead, he collapsed to his knees, reverently kissed my dead lips, and swallowed a lethal bottle of pills without a drop of water.
In my past life, I was betrayed by my ex-fiancé, framed by my vicious step-family, and trapped in a suffocating marriage with Corbin. I thought he was a paranoid, abusive monster who only wanted to control me. I fought his madness every single day until I died sick, exhausted, and utterly defeated.
But watching him climb into my casket, wrapping his massive arms around my cold body to die beside me, my non-existent heart shattered.
Why hadn't I seen the truth? He wasn't a monster; he was a deeply traumatized man suffering from severe PTSD, and his obsessive love for me was his only tether to sanity.
The regret and agony tore my soul to pieces.
"My love, I'm too late."
Those were his last words before his heart stopped.
When I opened my eyes again, I wasn't floating in a dark tomb. I was lying in Corbin's bed, exactly two years in the past.
This time, I wouldn't run away. I would heal the broken beast who died for me, and I would personally put a bullet in everyone who ruined us.

7.0
For six years, I was the obedient, pathetic girlfriend of Arron, the adopted heir to the terrifying Mayer empire.
But on the night of a major party, he abandoned me for another woman, leaving me humiliated and alone in a hotel penthouse.
While I was crying in the bathtub, a splitting headache suddenly unlocked a terrifying truth. I wasn't just a discarded girlfriend; I was living inside a scripted corporate thriller. I was the disposable side character destined to be crushed by the Mayer family, driven to despair, and drowned in the freezing Hudson River so Arron and his new love could have their happy ending.
My destined ending was nothing but a joke to them.
"When he gets bored and throws you out, you'll be worse than a stray dog."
Arron's cruel warning echoed in my mind, but the phantom feeling of freezing water closing over my head completely burned away my pathetic love for him. Why did I have to die just to be a stepping stone for the man who threw me away like trash?
I refused to be a tragic victim. Looking at the broken gold watch chain I had just ripped from the coat of Cassius Mayer—Arron's ruthless, untouchable billionaire father—a cold calculation took over. Since Arron wanted to ruin me, I was going to use the most feared man on Wall Street to tear their empire down from the inside.

9.4
I was once the princess of the Upper East Side, but now I’m just "debt wrapped in pretty skin." To keep my father alive in a federal penitentiary, I signed a contract I didn't fully understand. I thought it was about restoring my family's name, but producer Barnett Orr treated it like a bill of sale for my soul.
Inside his limousine, the air smelled like gasoline and fear. Barnett didn't want a star; he wanted a victim. He bruised my jaw and ripped my vintage silk gown to shreds, laughing because he knew I couldn't fight back without signing my father's death warrant.
"Don't forget who owns you, Felicity," he whispered.
When he dragged me into Dewitt Knight’s penthouse party, I was a walking disaster. I huddled in Barnett’s oversized jacket, my lip bleeding and my spirit shattered. The elite crowd didn't see a victim; they saw a fallen girl selling herself for a role. A former rival poured red wine over me, and the room erupted in cruel laughter while Barnett told everyone he was just "testing my commitment."
I looked up at the balcony, locking eyes with Dewitt Knight. He was a god in a bespoke suit, looking down at me with cold, lethal disgust. He didn't see the bruises or the desperation. He only saw a transaction he found beneath him.
"So the rumors are true," he said, his voice cutting through the music. "The Aguilars really will do anything for money now. Even this."
I was trapped between a monster who wanted to break me and a man who thought I was trash. No one cared that my father's life depended on my silence. When Barnett cornered me in a guest room later that night, his belt jingling like a death knell, I realized no one was coming to save a girl like me.
I fought back with a crystal vase, shattering it against his shoulder, but I was drowning in my own terror. Just as Barnett lunged for my throat, the door was kicked off its hinges. Dewitt stood there, finally seeing the blood on the carpet and the map of purple bruises on my bare back.
He chased the monster away, but I didn't feel safe. I locked the guest room door, wedged a chair under the handle, and slept with a silver letter opener pressed against my skin. When I crept into the kitchen at midnight and found him waiting in the shadows, I aimed the blade at his heart.
"In this house, no one hurts you," he promised, his voice a low velvet rumble.
But in a world where I had already been sold once, I knew that even protection came with a price I couldn't afford to pay.