Six Months Trial Marriage: Married To The Industry Devil
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.
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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?
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7.2
In the roaring flames of the abandoned warehouse, my skin blistered and peeled.
Through the crackling fire, my sister Elara's malicious voice echoed. She told me my husband, Damien, was dead, and it was all my fault.
For years, I had treated Damien like a monster. I fought him, threw tantrums, and desperately tried to escape our marriage, all because I blindly followed Elara's advice.
"Remember, the harder you fight, the more disgusted he'll get."
She texted me things like that, telling me to smash vases over his head and run away, claiming she was protecting me.
In reality, she was poisoning my mind, stealing my valedictorian spot at university, and plotting to crawl into my billionaire husband's bed.
My foolish rebellion cost me everything, ultimately leading to Damien's tragic death and my own fiery end.
As the massive explosion tore my consciousness to shreds, I finally understood who truly loved me and who the real monster was.
I died suffocating on my own agonizing regret, wishing I could tear Elara apart.
Then, a rush of freezing air punched into my lungs.
I opened my eyes to the crisp scent of cedar and mint. I was back seven years ago, on the very night our marriage was supposed to go to hell.
This time, looking at Damien's flawless, unscarred face, I didn't push him away.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and made a silent vow: I would make every single person who ever hurt him bleed.
8.3
'Happy married life Liora,' my stepsister, Camille, chuckled, mockery dripping from her voice.
She leaned closer to me, her lips brushing against my ear as her voice dropped down to a whisper,
'Though your husband already started it with another woman.'
****
Sold off in a marriage of convenience to save her dying father and his crumbling company, Liora Bennett thought she was prepared for any sacrifice. But nothing could prepare her for Sebastian Carvers.
The ruthless billionaire who is just as cold as he is handsome, and he makes it devastatingly clear that she is just an unwanted burden in his life.
But Liora is about to discover that she didn't just walk into a miserable marriage- she walked straight into his trap and she would never be able to resist a man like him.
Now, with her father's legacy and her own future on the line, her only choice is to outmaneuver the most powerful and cunning man she's ever met. Can she beat him at his own game before he destroys everything she has left?
9.1
I was the orphaned "parasite" of the Tyler family, taken in only to be abused for fifteen years after my parents died in a tragic car crash.
To finally escape their control, I sold my first time to my ruthless billionaire boss, Ellsworth Mosley, for one million dollars.
I thought it was a clean transaction.
But the next morning, covered in severe bruises he left on me, I was handed a brutal contract with a fifty-million-dollar penalty.
He didn't just buy my silence; he bought me.
My nightmare only worsened when my adoptive family found out about my connection to the billionaire.
Instead of disgust, they invited me to a hypocritical family dinner.
"Talk to Mosley, convince him to invest in our failing business," my adoptive father demanded shamelessly.
His son, who had tormented me for years, even grabbed my hand.
"Do this, and we can be officially engaged. You'll finally be a real Tyler."
They wanted me to whore myself out to save the family that had treated me like a stray dog.
I shattered my wine glass, cursed them to go bankrupt, and walked out into the rain.
As I reached the door, my phone vibrated with a terrifying summons from Ellsworth.
But it was the panicked whisper behind me that froze my blood.
"She knows about the brakes on her parents' car. If anyone finds out what we did, we'll go to prison."
They murdered my parents.
I gripped my phone, accepting the devil's call.
Since I was already bound to a monster, I would use his power to drag them all to hell.
8.4
Cari Butler woke up in a damp, smelly dorm room, realizing she had transmigrated into the body of a disgraced fake daughter who had just been kicked out of a wealthy family.
Before she could even process her reality, the real daughter's friends kicked her door open to mock her, flaunting a custom Tiffany necklace that supposedly cost a mere eighty cents.
Cari thought they were crazy, until she saw the news: a top Manhattan mansion had just sold for a record-breaking $3,500.
The entire world's currency value had shrunk by ten thousand times!
This meant the original owner's bank balance of $854,000 gave Cari the purchasing power of eight and a half billion dollars.
But a mysterious system froze her funds, forcing her to work demeaning gig jobs to unlock the money bit by bit.
While working as a hotel server for twenty cents a day, she caught her ex-boyfriend kissing up to the real daughter, mocking Cari for being a desperate beggar.
Even her snobby roommates laughed at her, claiming she couldn't afford a ten-cent iPhone.
What truly angered Cari wasn't the humiliation, but receiving a five-cent transfer from her poor biological brother, who was starving himself just to keep her fed.
Yet, the system strictly forbade her from giving her unlocked billions directly to her family.
Looking at the restrictive system and the arrogant elites who thought they owned the city, Cari's eyes turned icy cold.
"If I can't just hand them the cash,"
Cari sneered, pulling out her phone to outright buy the luxury hotel and fire everyone who wronged her.
"Then I will just buy the entire world and place it at their feet."
7.2
My family arranged my marriage to Silas Thorne, a Wall Street titan. There was just one problem: everyone, including my powerful new husband, believed I was a crippled, helpless girl from the countryside.
On the day of my physical therapy, my father called, not to ask how I was, but to demand I give up the marriage for his illegitimate daughter, Chloe.
"You can barely walk without a limp," he sneered. "You are going to embarrass the Vance family."
My new husband treated me with cold duty, carrying me like a fragile doll but refusing to share a bed, citing my ‘soft tissue injury’ as a pathetic excuse. The rejection was humiliating. To make matters worse, Chloe tracked me down while I was shopping, eager to mock me in public.
"Silas doesn't value you," she said, flashing a cheap ring from my father. "You’re just a crippled placeholder."
They all saw a weak girl they could push around, completely blind to the fact that my limp was a carefully crafted lie.
So I took the unlimited black card Silas gave me and bought a fifty-seven-million-dollar pink diamond, crushing her in front of New York’s elite. When I returned to our penthouse, Silas was waiting for me, a dangerous smirk on his face.
"I heard," he said, his voice a low rumble, "that you bought a star with my money today?"
9.5
Elena's world crumbles when she finds out her husband, Alex, has been cheating on her. After confronting him, he doesn't show regret; rather he demands for a divorce and she walks away for good, giving up her marriage and the career she carefully built.
To move on, she strikes an unexpected deal: a contract marriage with Max, who turns out to be Alex's past rival.
But just as Elena begins to rebuild her life, Alex realizes what he lost-and wants her back.
But Elena isn't the same woman he once knew and she is not alone anymore.