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 3
Married To The Arrogant Star
Episode 3
By: peachlips
Liana's POV
I give my driver the address of the house and as I sit at the back seat heading there, my phone suddenly rings almost like he knows I'm thinking about him.
"Hey," he says, and I breathe out softly.
"H...Hey Um...good day," I reply feeling unexplainably nervous.
"How are you bae? Done from school already?" he asks and I nod even though he can't see me.
"I'm on my way now," I tell him and I can tell it makes him happy.
"Okay dear, I'm waiting, Stay safe, okay?"
"Sure, Bye."
I end the call.
I brush my fingers through my hair and stare out the window as we drive past tall buildings, people and trees.
Nicole's words suddenly flash in my head.
The truth is I don't really know much about Jackson, I met him a month ago and he seems really nice.
He asked me out and I accepted but Nicole thinks I made a mistake.
Well you can't blame me. I don't know anything about love or relationships, Mum is too busy to ever care about that. I'm always lonely... so I just want someone to show me love and attention.
And Jackson looks like a great guy.
I exhale deeply and try to shrug the thoughts off. I guess with time I'll know him better.
We finally arrive at the house and the driver pulls over in front of the dazzling white two-storey building, I open the van door and step out with my bag.
"You can go ahead, Josh. I'll be fine," I tell my driver. He nods and drives off.
I adjust my skirt and walk to the gate, I knock twice before the gate boy opens up.
"Hi, I'm here to see Jackson," I say and he stares at me.
"Oh! You're Liana right?" he asks and I nod.
"Please come in, He's been waiting for you," he adds letting me in.
I step in and look around the beautiful compound, nothing has changed.
I've been here once before and back then, the gate boy wasn't around. And trust me calling him 'gate boy' fits he's too young to be called a man.
I walk to the front door and knock, Jackson opens immediately wearing blue jeans, a white shirt and a flying jacket.
"Hey," he says with a smile, his pretty eyes glowing.
I smile back.
"You're here already, Come in," he says and ushers me inside.
"So, how was school today?" he asks.
"Same as always," I reply as I enter the exquisite living room and sit on the couch dropping my bag beside me.
"Oh! That sounds boring," he chuckles sitting next to me and wrapping an arm around my shoulder.
"Anyway thanks for coming."
"Yeah. Are your parents at home?" I ask.
"Nope. They've gone to work already," he replies.
"Really? Where do they work?" I ask again.
He sighs "That's not important, don't worry about it, I'll be right back," he says quickly and stands up before I can say a word.
I exhale and tuck my hair behind my ear, maybe I should just let it go.
I reach for the remote and turn on the flat-screen TV.
Perfect, one of Ethan's music videos is playing.
I fold my arms and roll my eyes before settling down to watch.
Well, I must admit... he's a pretty good dancer. And of course, really handsome.
Jackson returns soon with a bottle of red wine and two glasses.
"Did you miss me?" he asks as he tries opening the wine.
"You wish," I reply with an eye roll and he laughs.
He pours the wine and hands me a glass.
"Thanks," I say taking a sip. Refreshing.
My eyes drift back to the TV still playing Ethan's video.
"You're a fan too?" Jackson asks pointing at the screen.
I shrug, "Kind of... maybe."
He laughs, "That's a funny reply, You're not even sure if you like him or not?"
Well, that's one thing about Jackson he laughs and smiles a lot.
"I do like him... but I don't drool over him like those crazy girls," I say and he scoffs.
"Wow. Really? That's my baby girl," he says wrapping an arm around me again, I smile.
"Will you be going to his concert tonight?" I ask.
"Huh? No I'm not a girl," he replies.
"And what does that even mean? Girls aren't the only-"
"I know, I just don't want to go It's pointless," he cuts me off.
"Don't you like him?" I ask.
"Why should I?" he mutters under his breath.
I frown.
"You don't like him?" I press more seriously.
He sighs. "Just forget it Liana, I have no business with him. Anyway, how are you coping with your mum?" he asks, changing the topic.
I wonder why he acts that way when it comes to Ethan.
"She's fine," I reply quietly taking another sip.
He goes silent for a moment and I turn to look at him.
"Liana," he calls taking my right hand.
"There's something I need to tell you."
I place my glass on the table and face him properly.
"Okay... what is it?" I ask curiously.
He drops his glass too and holds both my hands.
"Liana," he repeats staring into my eyes.
"Don't you think it's time?"
My brows furrow.
Time for what?
"Time for what?" I ask genuinely confused.
He bows his head exhales... then lifts his face and kisses me.
Whaaaat?!
My eyes widen and I free my hands pushing him away.
"Jackson," I say pulling back my heart racing.
Why would he do that? Yes, he's my boyfriend but I'm not ready for a kiss.
I try to stand but he holds me back and pushes me down onto the couch.
What?!
He climbs on top of me and tries to kiss me again.
"Jackson stop it! Let go of me!" I cry struggling.
But he's too strong and leans closer again.
Oh God...
What is he doing?
Jackson?!
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.