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 4
Married To The Arrogant Star
Episode 4
By: peachlips
Liana's POV:
I try pushing him away but can't as he keeps weighing me down and kissing me.
Next, he slides his hands under my skirt and my fear skyrockets. Jackson can't do this to me, I'm not ready.
Without looking I reach for the glass of wine on the table and luckily I grab it.
I pour it over his face and he flinches in shock. That gives me just enough time to push him away and spring to my feet.
"Liana..."
"What the hell's wrong with you Jackson?" I yell angrily freeing my hand from his hold.
I grab my bag from the chair and run out of the house immediately.
"Liana wait!" I hear him call after me but I don't stop, I sprint to the gate.
I open it myself rush out and thank goodness I see a cab, I jump to the road and board it immediately.
I get home feeling angry, shaken, and disturbed. I'm paranoid. Why the hell does Jackson act the way he does? Would he have seriously forced himself on me? How could he even think that's okay?
I feel restless and can't even think about eating, I thought he was a nice person, I trusted him, How could he think of forcing himself on me?
If I hadn't stopped him, would he have really...?
I did not even take off my uniform, I just lie quietly on the bed.
What he did is really shocking, I swear I never expected this from him.
My phone rings and I see it's him calling.
I end the call and put the phone on silent keeping it far away, I can't even think about talking to him right now, What else does he have to say?
I shake my head and stare at the ceiling, this is so disappointing, Could I be making a mistake falling for someone like him?
I brood over the whole thing and didn't realize when I fall asleep.
Hours later, I wake up feeling heavy and groggy. How could I not? I've been thinking even in my dreams.
I pick up my phone and see 11 missed calls and 2 messages, What the heck?
Seven calls are from Jackson and four are from Nicole, Both messages are from Jackson.
The first reads: 📱 Please Liana, I'm sorry. 📱
The second: 📱 Just pick up the call, Give me a chance to explain please. 📱
I roll my eyes and drop the phone back on the bed, I'm still in shock. What could he possibly want to explain?
I'm about to pick up the phone again when there's a knock at the door. Sluggishly, I go to check it.
It's Nicole, Not really surprising she always shows up when I least expect it.
"Geez! What the hell's wrong with you, Liana? Why weren't you picking your calls? I've called like a hundred times!" she says as soon as she sees me not giving me a chance to breathe.
I look her over and confirm she's looking amazing. Wow A black skirt, pink top and black boots.
"It's just four missed calls Nicole, Stop being dramatic," I roll my eyes and make way for her to enter.
"Hold on," she scoffs, "Why are you still in uniform?" she asks noticing my school attire.
Gosh! I hadn't even realized.
"What have you been doing Liana?" she asks, almost yelling.
"I was exhausted... and I slept okay?" I reply and sit on the bed, She scoffs.
"Really? Do you realize what time it is? Liana! You're going to make me late for Ethan's concert!"
Oh! Ethan's concert! I almost forgot.
No wonder she looks so good.
"Come on, Liana you're such a killjoy I told you countless times to get ready so we can leave early, How could you forget?" she says bitterly.
I sigh and stand, "I'm sorry okay? I'll be done in a second," I say tiredly and walk into the bathroom,
I shower and come out with a towel, Surprisingly Nicole has already selected my clothes and shoes, Seriously?
"Hurry up Liana, Go on and dress!" she says hastily handing me the outfit.
It's a short red gown and she wants me to wear it with white sneakers already on the floor.
I shake my head and go to the wardrobe to get my underwear, After changing I put on the gown and look in the mirror.
Geez! It's so tight and shows off my curves perfectly.
"Wow! You're definitely going to draw attention, Liana," Nicole says from behind smiling.
"I don't like it Nic. It's too..."
"It's perfect," she cuts me off brushing my hair so it falls freely over my shoulders.
I take a red lip gloss and apply it the only makeup I use.
"Come on, come on, come on, Liana Let's go!" she says handing me the sneakers.
"Chill okay? The concert isn't running away," I grumble.
"Yeah but time is," she reminds me.
I put the sneakers back and grab blue netted sandals instead. I also pick up a blue emoji bag.
When I turn to look at Nicole she's staring and smiling at me.
"What's wrong?" I ask with a scoff.
"You're just beautiful Liana," she says and I blush but try to hide it with an eye roll.
"So... can we get going?" I ask and she laughs.
We leave the room together.
TBC.
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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.
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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.