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 5
Married To The Arrogant Star
Episode 5
By: peachlips
Liana's POV:
Using one of my mum's cars the driver drives us straight to the venue and woah!
Are you kidding me? Is this a crusade or what?
"Dang! I told you Liana. This is why I wanted us to come early. Now the whole place is filled up already," Nicole grumbles as the driver finds a place to park.
Geez! This place is too rowdy, I hate crowds.
We open the door and step out of the car and my eyes narrow as I scan the environment. If the crowd outside is this much, I wonder how the main hall will look.
Nicole holds my hand as we start jostling through the crowd and I'm amazed at the way some of the girls look.
Many are wearing customized shirts with Ethan's name and pictures on them.
Some have stickers, glasses, rings, necklaces- even hairbands everything printed with his name.
Geez! Why are girls this crazy over him?
Nicole drags me to a small stand close to the entrance where customized items are being sold. She buys a bangle and two light-up stickers with Ethan's name on them.
She wears the bangle and forces one of the stickers into my hand.
"Huh? What are you-"
"Just take it Liana," she cuts me off. I scoff.
👥 I really can't wait for Ethan to come out on stage!
👥 Yeah! I just hope I don't pass out.
I overhear people saying as we walk toward the entrance.
Nicole gives our tickets to the men by the door and we're finally allowed into the massive round hall.
Woah! It looks like the entire city is here.
"Come on Liana," Nicole says as she grabs my hand and tries squeezing us toward the front.
But the hall is too packed, We settle for the middle.
"Well, we can still see the stage clearly," she mutters.
"This is all your fault," she huffs. She really wants to be close to the stage.
"Chill okay? It's not like you'd touch him if we were right in front."
She scowls at me and I shrug.
Gosh This place is too congested, I don't like staying in places like this.
I turn toward a lady beside me who has been screaming nonstop.
She has a tattoo on her neck-Ethan's name boldly written.
"Come on Ethan!" she yells, and it annoys me.
Another lady wears a shirt with his picture and the words KING OF HEARTS underneath.
Someone else has PRINCE CHARMING.
Another has I LOVE YOU.
Okay... this is dramatic.
Suddenly the walls shake from loud screams
and I panic thinking something terrible has happened.
I cover my ears and almost scream too.
What???
What's happening???
👥 Ethan!!!
👥 Yes!!!
👥 I love you!!!
Then I see Ethan walking onto the stage.
Oh. Now I get it.
👥 Ethan!!
👥 My superstar!!
👥 I love youuuu!!
👥 Can you see me?!
"Ethan!" Nicole shouts gripping my hand. I glare at her and turn back to the stage.
Wow... come to think of it this guy is quite handsome and classy.
He wears brown trousers and a matching jacket over a blue top with shoes to match.
Sparkles flash around him from the pure gold jewelry he has on.
His hair is dark and curled, with the front falling slightly over his left eye.
His eyes have a slight dark shade and his lips look pink and soft.
Even from afar he is extremely charming and it's obvious why girls are crazy about him.
A lady comes on stage with him.
Oh Lady K.
She's a diva-always seen with him. They've done many duets together, attended concerts, traveled always side by side. She's even been with him in Georgia and returned to Dallas with him.
I wonder what's going on between them.
👥 Go Ethan!!
👥 I love you, Ethan!
👥 I wanna kiss you!
The screams continue as Lady K sits while Ethan walks toward the mic and keyboard.
When he reaches it the ovation increases. Two ladies even collapse.
What??
He tries brushing the short hair from his left eye but it falls back again.
He leans into the mic.
"Hi," he says softly and the screams explode once more.
Oh God.
Another lady is carried out.
So the rumors are true girls really faint at his concerts.
"Isn't he adorable?" Nicole squeaks.
I scoff.
"Um... are Ethan and Lady K dating?" I yell above the noise.
"Huh? No! If they were everyone would know. Ethan doesn't do commitments. He's a flirt," she replies excitedly.
Ethan looks down and taps the keyboard softly. The effect makes the crowd quiet.
Then he stops and leans into the mic.
🎤 I'm really glad to see you all.
And I'm glad to be back in my hometown.
I'm happy you love me this much to show up at my concert.
Thanks. 🎤
The crowd explodes again.
👥 I love you, Ethan!!
👥 You're the best!
👥 Ethan!!!
"Wow. I can't believe he smiles today," Nicole breathes.
"What? He doesn't smile?"
"I heard he doesn't. His manager probably told him to smile since it's his first concert here in four years."
I mouth an "oh" and turn back to the stage.
The lights go out.
A blue spotlight shines on him.
He begins playing a soft, enchanting tune. The whole hall falls silent.
Then he adds his voice.
Wow. He is amazing.
I'm not a music lover but Ethan's voice... I can't deny it.
He's truly talented.
🎤 I just wanna be with you...
You know you're all to me...
Let's travel the world together...
Let us build our dreams together... 🎤
Nicole grabs my hand again.
"Can you feel that Liana?"
I gently free my hand from hers.
He sings beautifully.
When he finishes the crowd nearly tears the place down.
Two more ladies are carried out.
How do girls get THIS crazy over a guy? Unbelievable.
He performs more songs.
The hall shakes with noise.
Nicole is screaming and jumping beckoning me to join her.
I roll my eyes.
I enjoy the music but screaming like a frog isn't my style.
He finishes a hip-hop song stylishly and the applause is deafening.
Ladies in front stretch toward him but I hear he never touches fans.
He waves and heads backstage with Lady K beside him.
"Oh my gee! Don't tell me it's over. I wish it could be repeated," Nicole sighs dreamily.
I roll my eyes. Ethan's song still plays in the background.
"Hope you're happy. Can we go now?" I ask.
She laughs, holds my hand, and we begin walking out of the hall.
TBC
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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.
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"You don't need that," he whispered.
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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.
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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?
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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
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My destined ending was nothing but a joke to them.
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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?
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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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"In this house, no one hurts you," he promised, his voice a low velvet rumble.
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