Six Months Trial Marriage: Married To The Industry Devil
8.1 / 10.0
Share
On the eve of her wedding, Tyla Parker found out her fiancee Jace had an affair with her best friend Edna. This is the guy she has sacrificed so much for. Tyla Parker became one of the most famous chef after she won the Bon appetit competition in France. Jace her fiancee had convinced her to give up her career as a chef and instead let Edna build herself. She has been so stupid that she hadn't known all these while what Jace was up to, how he had her cover up for Edna so many times and also had her willed the company her father had willed to her to him. Tyla was frustrated from what she found out on her bachelorette party. She has been a fool but she won't continue to be one anymore. Tyla Parker signed a hidden marriage contract with Julian Crestwood CEO of The Golden Crest restaurant, the biggest restaurants chain in the City. Julian Crestwood, the industry devil had backed Tyla up in so many ways without her knowing because she was bent on having her revenge on her ex fiancee and her best friend. Love found its way between Julian and Tyla as they faced the world and Tyla also building herself back getting to the position of the top chef once again.
The story is about betrayal, revenge and above all true love.
Six Months Trial Marriage: Married To The Industry Devil Chapter 1
The bachelorette party was in full swing,
laughter and clinking glasses filling the
elegant banquet hall of Parker's Restaurant.
Tyla Parker felt the room spin gently around her.
She'd had far too much champagne, far too quickly.
Tomorrow was her wedding day, the culmination of years with her fiancé, Jace. She shouldn't be this drunk.
Not tonight.
A wave of nausea hit her, and she pressed a hand to her stomach. "Excuse me, " she murmured to the cluster of friends around her, slipping away before anyone could protest.
In the hallway, she nearly collided with one of the servers-a young woman balancing a tray of empty flutes.
"Sorry!" Tyla gasped.
The server smiled warmly. "No worries, Miss Parker. You okay?"
Tyla nodded weakly and continued to the ladies' restroom.
Inside, she splashed cold water on her face at the sink, letting it trickle down her flushed cheeks. The coolness steadied her a little. She straightened, smoothing her dress in the mirror, then headed back to the party.
The hall buzzed with energy-family and friends toasting her future happiness.
But as Tyla scanned the room, she couldn't spot Jace.
He'd promised to stop by later, after his own low-key bachelor gathering with the guys.
She needed him now, needed his arms around her, his reassuring kiss. "Sweet Jace," she whispered to herself, her eyelids heavy. "Where are you?"
Unsteady on her feet, she drifted toward the exit, thinking fresh air might help.
Halfway there, muffled giggles and whispers caught her ear from a side corridor leading to the staff restrooms.
She paused, a wry smile tugging at her lips. "Some people can't even wait for a room, " she thought, shaking her head.
But then a familiar voice froze her in place-low, intimate, unmistakably Jace's.
Curiosity overriding her haze, Tyla crept closer. The door to the staff restroom was ajar, a sliver of light spilling out. Peering through, her heart plummeted.
There was Jace, pressed against the wall with Edna-her best friend since culinary school, the woman she'd trusted above all others. They were locked in a heated embrace, kissing passionately, hands roaming with desperate urgency.
Edna pulled back slightly, breathless. "Let me have you one last time... while I still can."
Jace's fingers traced her jaw. "God, I've missed this. Missed you."
"Promise me, " Edna whispered, her voice fierce. "Promise you'll come back to me-to us-once you've got what you want from that spoiled little heiress."
Jace chuckled softly, leaning in to nip at her neck. "Baby, you know I will. I'm only marrying her for the empire. Once the papers are signed and I'm named full CEO of Parker's Restaurant chain, we'll push her out. I'll elevate you-make you the world's top chef, just like you deserve. Then we ditch her for good. But until then... we keep it quiet."
Edna giggled, pulling him closer. "Deal. As long as our little secret stays safe." Their laughter mingled as they kissed again, deeper this time.
Tyla's knees buckled. She gripped the wall to stay upright, the alcohol turning to ice in her veins. This couldn't be real. Sweet Jace-the man from a modest background she'd fallen for, the one she'd sacrificed everything to support. She'd abandoned her own dreams of being a chef after winning the prestigious Bon Appétit competition in France, becoming America's darling of the culinary world. When her father died, he'd willed the entire Parker empire to her-the restaurants that catapulted their family into the top ten richest in the country.
But Jace had convinced her to sign it all over to him in the prenup, claiming it was for "their future." He'd persuaded her to step back from the kitchen, handing the reins to Edna instead. And all this time... he'd been sleeping with her best friend? They had a child together?
Tears blurred her vision as the full weight crashed down. Betrayed by the two people she'd loved most. Tomorrow, she was supposed to marry him.
Silent sobs choking her, Tyla turned away, stumbling toward the exit. The night air hit her like a slap as she pushed through the doors, tears streaming freely now. She was a ghost of herself-shattered, alone.
Lost in grief, she stepped into the street without looking. Headlights flared, a horn blared, and tires screeched.
Would she even make it to the altar to confront him? Or had the betrayal already destroyed everything?
Continue Reading
Six Months Trial Marriage: Married To The Industry Devil of Contents
Chapter 1 Ch. 1Chapter 2 Ch. 2Chapter 3 Ch. 3Chapter 4 Ch. 4Chapter 5 Ch. 5Chapter 6 Ch. 6
Chapter 7 Ch. 7
Chapter 8 Ch. 8
Chapter 9 Ch. 9
Chapter 10 Ch. 10
Chapter 11 Ch. 11
All Chapters all
New Release Novels
7.3
I was tracing the gold paint on my own tombstone when a hand tapped me on the shoulder.
It was Clayton.
The same man who, five years ago, had left me bleeding out in a ditch because he didn't want to be late for my sister's engagement party.
"Die quietly, Ivy," he had said over the phone before hanging up.
Now, standing over my grave, he dropped his cheap plastic flowers in shock.
"Ivy? You're... we buried you."
They hadn't buried me.
They had buried an empty box to save face, mourning a "troubled" daughter they had actually discarded like broken trash the moment I became a liability.
Clayton's shock quickly turned to that familiar, arrogant anger.
He accused me of faking my death for attention.
He told me I was sick for putting the family through such pain.
He even reached out to grab my arm, intending to drag me back to my father to apologize.
"You're coming with me," he spat. "You owe us an explanation."
But he made a fatal mistake.
He thought he was talking to Ivy Dillard, the soft girl who cried when she skinned her knees.
He didn't notice the town car waiting at the curb, or the man stepping out of it.
Before Clayton's fingers could graze my coat, a hand made of steel caught his wrist.
Collin Richardson, the most feared Capo in Chicago, stepped between us.
"Touch my wife again," Collin whispered, his voice promising violence. "And you lose the hand."
I smiled at the terror draining the color from Clayton's face.
I didn't come back from the dead to explain myself.
I came back to bury them.
9.0
I died alone in the medical wing giving birth to our son.
"Tell her to calm down and stop the theatrics."
Those were the last words my mate, the Alpha, said about me while I bled out.
Instead of passing on, my soul was tethered to the packhouse. I was forced to watch my best friend Seraphina seamlessly step into my life, taking my baby and my husband before my body was even cold.
To secure her place, she planted my blood-soaked birthing blanket in the woods to frame me for faking my own kidnapping.
Ryker swallowed her lies completely. He refused to send a search party, telling the entire pack my disappearance was just a pathetic plea for attention and money.
As a helpless ghost, I watched Seraphina brainwash my one-year-old son into calling her his mother and teach him to joyfully trample my beloved garden.
"Bad mommy ran away. Don't love Kaelen."
Hearing my own child parrot those venomous words was a dagger to my soul.
Whenever anyone questioned my absence, Ryker fiercely defended her, dismissing the desperate warnings of my loyal friends and his own elders.
The man I loved and died for treated my memory like a malicious joke, grateful for an excuse to replace me while living with my murderer.
But when Seraphina's mask finally slipped, and the horrifying truth of my death crashed down on him, it was far too late.
Seeing him crumble in agonizing regret brought me no comfort.
I no longer wanted his love or his desperate apologies.
Now, I only wanted his absolute ruin.
8.3
Ayleen Ramirez sat in the sterile Hope Hill Fertility Clinic, her heart shattering as Dr. Finch delivered the crushing news: her third IVF cycle had failed.
Eavesdropping outside a supply closet, she overheard her husband Don on the phone, laughing cruelly. "She's a defective incubator," he sneered to his mistress Alessandra. "I never used my sperm—just cheap bank donation. No trailer trash carries a Bradley heir."
Betrayed, Ayleen confronted him, but her adoptive family ambushed her at home. Her parents and brother sided with Alessandra, now pregnant by Don, demanding Ayleen sign divorce papers to secure family investments. "You're an embarrassment," her mother snapped, threatening to cut her trust fund. Ayleen tossed back their heirloom necklace and walked out.
She stormed the Bradley mansion, slapped divorce papers on Don, packed her bags amid his aunt's insults, and fled into the night.
Drunk in a trendy bar, she stumbled into a powerful stranger—Burdette Guerrero—spilling whiskey on his crotch, then accidentally grabbed a napkin to his trousers. He shoved her away in rage.
Worse, she mistook his penthouse suite for her hotel room, bursting in on his shower, smashing a mirror in panic. He pinned her to the wall, snarling accusations.
How did this arrogant man know her name? Why demand she sign a mysterious contract at 9 a.m.? Devastated and clueless she's actually pregnant—with his stolen heir—Ayleen sobbed alone, the world crumbling.
The next morning, she straightened her spine in the Grand Guerrero lobby, ready to face him and demand answers—no matter the cost.
9.0
Adaline Poole thought she had escaped her family's toxic corporate grip by moving to London and adopting a stray cat named Monty.
But when she returns to her empty apartment, her father delivers a chilling ultimatum: he has kidnapped the cat and will euthanize it by morning unless she accepts an arranged marriage with Barron Cooke, a notoriously elusive billionaire.
Her entire family becomes complicit in her sale. Her mother demands she secure their elite status, and her brother secretly spies on her social media to feed Barron her every move. Horrified to discover Barron is a thirty-three-year-old "fossil" twelve years her senior, Adaline resorts to sabotage. She goes to a Soho club, takes a scandalous photo with a frat boy, and sends it to the old billionaire to disgust him into canceling their upcoming dinner.
But her rebellion backfires horribly when the frat boy spikes her drink with a powerful narcotic. As her body burns with a terrifying, feverish heat, she collapses in a dark corridor. Stripped of her phone and betrayed by her bloodline, she is left utterly defenseless as a predator approaches to drag her away.
Suddenly, the heavy fire door is kicked open by a towering, terrifyingly handsome stranger who effortlessly neutralizes her attacker.
"Please... help me," Adaline begs, deliriously throwing her burning body into his arms.
She has absolutely no idea that the handsome savior she is clinging to is Barron Cooke himself.
8.3
When Eli is forced to enroll at Blackwood Academy, he thinks it is just another remote boarding school. But on his first night, he realizes the terrifying truth.
This school is a prison.
Trapped in endless, deadly time loops, students are forced to complete cruel, supernatural trials. Ghosts, cursed hallways, hidden rules, and unspeakable creatures hunt them after dark. The only way to stay alive is to solve mysteries, earn credits, and obey the academy's twisted commands.
No one remembers how they arrived.
No one has ever graduated.
No one leaves alive.
Eli must team up with other desperate students to uncover the academy's century-old secret. If they fail, they will be trapped in the nightmare forever.
At Blackwood Academy, survival is the only exam.
7.8
Alexis signed the divorce papers, leaving her with no assets, no alimony, and just the clothes on her back.
To forget her abusive husband Carlos, she got drunk and bought a high-end gigolo for the night with her last 800 dollars.
But the man she slept with wasn't an escort. He was Jarrett Hughes, a ruthless billionaire CEO.
And while she was gone, her ex-husband was busy destroying her entire life.
Carlos framed her with fake photos of her cheating to justify the penniless divorce.
Then came the real nightmare.
Carlos and her own aunt secretly drained her family's corporate accounts, driving her father to jump off a building.
At the hospital, her grieving mother blamed her for the tragedy, violently attacking her in the ER.
To top it off, her cousin Josie—who was secretly sleeping with Carlos—held her father's ashes hostage.
"Crawl on your knees and pick it up, or the ashes go in the river," Josie sneered, throwing cash into the freezing slush.
Stripped of her marriage, her father, and her dignity, Alexis sat bleeding in the snow.
She couldn't understand why the people she loved most had coordinated such a brutal slaughter against her.
But Carlos and Josie made one fatal mistake.
They didn't know the "gigolo" Alexis had accidentally bought was the most powerful man in New York.
Alexis looked at the towering billionaire standing behind her, a vengeful fire burning in her eyes.
"I need you to get my father's ashes back," she said, pulling him into a kiss right in front of her ex-husband. "I don't care what it takes."
