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 6
Married To The Arrogant Star
Episode 6
By: peachlips
Liana's POV:
It is not easy passing through the entrance as many people keep trooping in and out. If not for the fact that Nicole and I are holding hands, we would have definitely been split.
After jostling our way through the crowd we finally get outside and I breathe out heavily.
"Geez," I mumble and let go of Nicole's hand.
As expected everybody around keeps talking and dreaming about Ethan's performance. Shocking enough, I see a lady crying while telling her friends how he almost touched her.
"So tell me Liana, how was it? Tell me you didn't enjoy it," Nicole says smiling and I scoff.
"You know me Nicole. I'm not a music person," I reply.
"And whoever said you need to be a music person before falling in love with Ethan? Anyway, I know you're just bluffing. You're definitely crushing on Ethan more than I am," she says.
I glare at her and she laughs.
I just hope my driver is still waiting for me.
"Nicole!" we suddenly hear someone call from behind and we turn to see two ladies walking toward us.
"Agatha!" Nicole exclaims in surprise and runs into the arms of one of the ladies.
Perfect.
"Oh my God! Look at you, I can't remember the last time I saw you," the lady says excitedly.
"Yeah. How've you been?"
I sigh and cross my arms, I wonder how long this is going to take.
Just then my phone starts ringing, I bring it out of my bag and see that it is Jackson calling.
Gosh.
I let it ring out the first time but it starts ringing again. I move a few steps away to a place with less noise.
"Hello?" I say as I pick up.
"Hello? L... Liana? Is that you?" he asks sounding relieved.
I roll my eyes and say nothing.
"Liana please I beg you, Listen to me, I'm so sorry for what happened. I... I was just being carried away..."
"Really Jackson?" I cut in with a scoff.
"To be sincere I never expect such an act from you. I mean I get it if we're dating but trying to force yourself on me? It's absurd."
I hear him sigh.
"Liana please forgive me. I promise it will never happen again. I swear. Just give me another chance please. I promise to make it up to you."
I am so engrossed in the call that I don't notice the blaring horns behind me.
"Liana!" I hear Nicole shout.
"Hey!" other people yell.
It snaps me back to reality and I realize I am standing in the way of some cars.
Oh my gee!
I quickly pull the phone away from my ear and jump aside allowing a line of flashy cars to pass.
They look special.
The first vehicle is a police car and one of the policemen glares at me from the window.
The second car is also a police car.
The third one is a black SUV with tinted windows.
The fourth one has its window slightly open.
And-
Ethan.
Oh my gee.
Ethan is inside the fourth flashy jeep, and Lady K is sitting beside him.
"Ethan!!!" some ladies scream when they notice him.
He stares at me from the window as they cruise past and I freeze.
I am seeing him from a close range and damn... he is handsome.
He keeps staring at me until they pass.
The fifth car is another black SUV with tinted windows and then a police car follows behind.
"Liana!" Nicole runs up to me.
"Were you hurt?" she asks scanning my body.
"I'm fine," I reply tucking my hair behind my ear.
"Was Ethan really in the car?" she asks excitedly.
I nod.
"Oh my gee! You mean you saw him up close? What did he look like?" she asks dreamily.
I scoff.
"I don't get it, Didn't you just see him on stage?" I ask.
"I know but-"
I don't let her finish before walking away, She quickly follows.
We get to where my driver is waiting Luckily, he is still there.
Nicole and I enter the car and sit at the back seat.
"Josh you're going to drop Nicole off before taking me home," I say.
He nods and drives off.
My phone starts ringing again.
Jackson.
I sigh and pick up.
"Jackson I'm busy okay? I'll call you when I get home," I say and end the call.
"Oops! Isn't that our anonymous boyfriend?" Nicole teases.
I gape at her and she laughs.
"So why don't you want to talk to him?" she asks.
I stay silent.
"By the way why did he ask you to come over today?"
"None of your business," I reply, rolling my eyes.
She eventually changes the topic.
As I stare through the window my mind drifts.
I saw Ethan up close.
It feels unreal.
The way he stares at me... those dazzling eyes.
No wonder girls are crazy about him.
He is truly handsome.
"Hey!" Nicole taps me.
"Have you been listening to me?"
I scratch my neck awkwardly.
She resumes talking, and soon we arrive at her house.
"Don't forget to be early for school tomorrow okay? Goodnight L," she says hugging me.
"Goodnight," I reply.
She steps out and Josh drives off.
Along the road traffic slow, I spot a man selling spicy stick beef.
That's when I realize I haven't eaten.
I ask Josh to pull over and step out.
"Good evening sir. How much for one stick?" I ask.
"Two dollars per stick ma'am," he replies.
I taste one.
Wow.
"I'll take three more."
After paying I head back toward the car.
Then I notice some kids playing with toy ponytails nearby.
I walk closer and watch them laughing happily.
I smile sadly.
I never really have a fun childhood.
Mum is always too busy.
There is even a time she forgets my tenth birthday.
I sigh and turn to leave.
But two shabby looking boys step in front of me.
"Hey miss," one says with a crooked smile.
The other stares at my legs.
"Um... hi," I say trying to walk away.
They block me.
"Our boss wants to talk to you," the first says, pointing to some boys under a shade.
One of them is sitting and smoking.
I scoff.
"Sorry I'm not interested."
I try to leave but one of them grabs my arm.
"Sorry hot legs. You're going nowhere."
My heart skips.
TBC
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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.
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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.
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."
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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.
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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?
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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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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.