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 3
Miss Parker rose from the bed, smoothing her hair and adjusting her clothes as she prepared to leave for the restaurant. Julian had overheard her conversation with Jace but remained silent on the matter. He was still unraveling the enigma that was his new wife.
"Leaving already?" Julian asked, his voice casual.
"Yes," she replied curtly.
"I'm giving you just three days to move your things here and live with me properly-as husband and wife should."
She turned to face him, her expression inscrutable.
"I thought it's a secret marriage?. No one is supposed to see us together, remember?"
Julian scoffed, setting his coffee cup down on the table with a deliberate clink.
"You are my wife," he whispered, his tone laced with authority. "You should obey your husband. From now on, I'll be keeping a close eye on you. You should have thought twice before signing those papers."
A chill raced down Tyla's spine. Had she made a terrible mistake by marrying him? Yet, even as doubt gnawed at her, she couldn't tear her gaze from his strikingly handsome face. "Understood, hubby," she whispered back, a hint of defiance in her voice.
"Good girl," Julian replied firmly, taking another sip of his coffee.
Tyla sauntered out of the room. One of Julian's guards gestured for her to enter the waiting car. From the window, Julian watched her departure, one hand tucked into his pocket, the other cradling his cup. He had his own preparations to make.
At the restaurant, Tyla Parker-now Tyla Crestwood,stepped into her impeccably organized kitchen. Every ingredient was meticulously arranged, ready for use. She wasn't here to help Edna or her scheming partner Jace. No, this was her chance to reclaim her former glory as a renowned chef.
She had to create a dish that would impress the executives of The Golden Crest, known for their discerning palates-especially the manager and the CEO. Wait... she was married to the CEO. Would Julian be among them today?
"Oh God, what have I gotten myself into?" she muttered.
Rumors painted him as the devil of the culinary world-ruthless and impossible to please. She needed something innovative, far removed from the flavors they were accustomed to. Then it came to her: the one recipe her late father had taught her, Souvenir d'Enfance (Childhood Memory)the very dish that had secured her victory at the prestigious Bon Appétit competition in France.
"Yes," she resolved. "That's the one."
The executives arrived earlier than anticipated. As they settled in, an intoxicating aroma wafted from the kitchen, teasing their senses.
"We can't judge a dish by its aroma alone," Mr. Jackson Crestwood, Julian's father and chairman of The Golden Crest, remarked with a chuckle.
Soon, the plates were presented. Tyla had arranged her creation with the exquisite, signature plating she alone mastered-elegant and evocative, a true work of art.
"Jace, you're about to witness what I'm truly capable of," Tyla thought with a sly inner chuckle.
Edna entered the kitchen, apron tied and a small bandage wrapped around her wrist.
"Hi, Tyla," she said, her greeting dripping with mockery.
"Edna, I hope you win that gold medal again," Tyla shot back sarcastically.
"Thank you, Tyla. One day, I'll repay you for all your 'good deeds,'" Edna replied with a saccharine smile-referring not to kindness, but to her evil intentions towards her.
Tyla curved her lips into a knowing smile. "No need to repay me, Edna. Consider today my gift to you." It was more like a threat but Edna wouldn't think Tyla would do anything to her.
Edna carried the dishes to the executives' table. The plating alone was breathtaking, enough to make mouths water. And the taste-divine. It transported them back in time, evoking the warmth of home and the innocence of childhood. The beef was succulent and moist, melting on the tongue with flavors that lingered like a cherished memory.
Edna watched with smug satisfaction, basking in what she believed was her triumph.
"This brings back the taste of home," Mr. Jackson Crestwood said, dabbing his mouth with a napkin. "I can't remember the last time I savored something so comforting."
"This flavor... I've tasted it before, years ago," another executive murmured. "Where...?"
It hit him. "The Bon Appétit competition in France!"
"Ah, yes!" Mr. Crestwood exclaimed. "It was Tyla-the young chef who won that year. Her name escapes me now, but it is unforgettable. Did you create this?" He turned to Edna.
"Y-yes, sir," she stammered.
"Every chef leaves a signature in their cooking-that's what elevates them," Mr. Crestwood continued. "Tell us the name of this dish and share the recipe."
Edna froze. She hadn't anticipated questions. A true chef knows their creation inside out.
"Well... it's called..." she faltered.
Just then, Tyla emerged from the kitchen.
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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.