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 2
The Rolls-Royce glided to a silent halt. A tall figure emerged from the back seat-broad-shouldered, impeccably dressed, his every movement radiating the quiet authority of a man who commanded empires. His handsome features were sharp yet composed, the kind of face that belonged on the covers of business magazines. He was unmistakably Julian Crestwood, CEO of The Golden Crest, the city's most prestigious restaurant chain and the cornerstone of a powerful, revered family dynasty.
"What's wrong with you, young lady?" he asked, his deep voice carrying genuine concern beneath its natural command.
Tyla Parker turned toward him. Even in her dazed state, the sheer presence of the man-wealth and power distilled into human form-made her breath catch. Then recognition hit her.
"Julian... Julian Crestwood?" she whispered, the name slipping out before she could stop it.
He didn't respond immediately; his phone had already begun to ring. He answered with a curt nod to the caller.
"Speak."
His secretary's voice came through, tense. "Boss, Amber couldn't make it to the office to sign the marriage agreement."
Julian's jaw tightened. "What do you mean she couldn't make it? I had the registry open at this hour-something most people couldn't arrange in a lifetime. Find a replacement. I need someone willing to sign the contract tonight. Now."
He ended the call with a decisive tap.
That was when Tyla spoke, her voice surprisingly steady despite the chaos of the evening. "I'll do it."
Julian paused, turning his piercing gaze fully on her. He studied her for a long moment, as though weighing the sincerity behind her words.
"Are you certain?" he asked, his tone low and firm. "This isn't a decision to make lightly."
"Yes," Tyla replied without hesitation. "I'm ready. I'll sign it now."
He arched a brow. "Your name?"
"Tyla Parker."
Julian gestured subtly to his assistant, who had been waiting discreetly by the car. The man stepped forward at once.
"Run a quick background on Miss Tyla Parker," Julian instructed quietly.
The assistant nodded, tapped efficiently on his tablet, and moments later murmured the results into Julian's ear.
Julian's expression remained unreadable. "Very well. Get in the car."
Tyla obeyed, sliding into the luxurious leather seat. The drive to the registry office was smooth and silent, the city lights blurring past the tinted windows. They signed the papers with clinical efficiency; the officiant, clearly accustomed to accommodating the elite at odd hours, issued the certificate without comment. By the time they returned to the car, exhaustion and the remnants of alcohol overwhelmed Tyla, and she drifted into a deep, dreamless sleep.
...
When Tyla awoke, soft morning light spilled across an expansive, impeccably arranged bed. The sheets were silk, the room vast and tastefully opulent. For a heartbeat she panicked, clutching the covers to her chest, fearing the worst.
Her eyes landed on Julian, seated in a nearby armchair, a cup of coffee in hand, watching her with calm detachment.
"Relax," he said evenly. "Nothing happened between us last night. You were in no condition for anything but sleep."
Tyla sat up slowly, fragments of the previous night reassembling in her mind. The betrayal. The bar. The Rolls-Royce. The contract.
"We're... actually married now?" she asked, needing confirmation.
"Yes," Julian replied. "I intended to brief you on the terms last night, but you were, understandably, in no state for it. This is a trial marriage-six months."
"A trial marriage?" Tyla echoed, frowning.
"Exactly as it sounds. For the next six months, our marriage remains confidential. After that period, we decide whether to make it public-or dissolve it quietly."
Tyla absorbed his words, then tilted her head. "And the reason for the trial period? You want to... observe me? Make sure I'm not after your money?"
Julian's lips curved in the faintest hint of amusement. "Nothing so cynical, Miss Parker. It's simply practical."
Before she could press further, her phone buzzed on the nightstand. The name on the screen made her stomach twist: Jace.
She stared at it for a second, then answered with forced calm.
"Hello, Jace."
"Tyla, where are you?" His voice was casual, as if last night's betrayal had never happened.
"I got drunk," she lied smoothly. "My sister booked me a room at a lodge. I crashed there."
"Oh, good. Listen, I need a favor."
Tyla's grip tightened on the phone. "Are you at the registry office right now?"
"Of course not. We'll do that another time. Something bigger just came up-The Golden Crest reached out. They want to give us a contract. This could change everything for the restaurant, for us, for Edna too."
Tyla forced a smile he couldn't see. "Of course it could."
"So," Jace continued eagerly, "Edna fractured her wrist last night. She can't cook today. The Golden Crest executives are coming to sample our menu. I need you to step in for her-like you've done before."
Tyla closed her eyes, rage simmering beneath her calm exterior. "How did Edna fracture her wrist, exactly?"
"Now's not the time for questions, Tyla. Just get to the restaurant as soon as you can."
She inhaled slowly. "All right. I'll do it-for us, for Edna, for Parker's."
"Thank you, baby. I knew I could count on you."
Tyla ended the call, a cold, wicked smile curving her lips.
He had no idea what was coming-for him or his mistress.
She might have been a fool once.
But she had learned better.
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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.