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 4
Jace tried to stop Tyla, but she slipped past him. With quiet determination, she walked to the table and faced the waiting executives.
"The name of the dish," she began, her voice steady, "is Souvenir d'Enfance-Childhood Memory. It's designed to soothe the mind, to strip away the weight of adult life and let us feel, even briefly, the joy and simplicity of childhood. My late father taught me this recipe before I left for the Bon Appétit competition in France. That dish won me the gold medal, and tonight I wanted to share it with all of you-so you could taste that same lightness, that same freedom from daily burdens."
A deep, resonant voice rose from the table. "Impressive."
Tyla's heart stuttered. She knew that voice instantly-Julian? He was here?
She looked up, searching the faces, but he turned his head away just as her gaze found him.
Mr. Jackson Crestwood leaned forward, studying her with sudden recognition. "Tyla Parker," he said warmly. "From the Bon Appétit competition in France. How could I forget? What happened? You haven't been cooking publicly for years."
"I have my reasons, sir," Tyla replied respectfully.
Mr. Crestwood's expression shifted as he turned to Jace. "Mr. Jace, we came here to finalize a contract. You told us Edna would be the face of the new restaurant-the head of the kitchen. So why was she trying to steal someone else's moment? The press is already circling for a story."
Jace opened his mouth, but no words came. Edna spoke first.
"She convinced me to stay out of the kitchen," Edna said smoothly, nodding toward Tyla.
A ripple of whispers spread through the room. All eyes turned to Tyla.
She hadn't expected this turn. Keeping her composure, she smiled faintly. "Edna fractured her wrist. I was asked to step in for her-as I've done before."
The whispers grew louder. Cameras flashed. So this isn't the first time?
Mr. Crestwood's brow furrowed. "You've been covering for her before?"
"Yes, sir," "This isn't the first time." Jace cuts in
He flashed a playful smile, as though lightening the mood. "Best friends shouldn't pick on each other like this-not when we have such an important deal on the table. Tyla isn't being fair here."
He turned to her, voice dripping with false disappointment. "You offered to help because you wanted to expose her? That's not right. You're my fiancée, Tyla. I have no reason to distrust you, but this behavior... If you're jealous that your friend is finally rising, you shouldn't handle it this way."
He paused, letting the words sink in. "You were so drunk last night that you pushed her down the stairs. That's how she broke her wrist. And now you volunteer to cook in her place-just to rob her of her own victory? Come on, Tyla. That's not nice."
Gasps and murmurs swept the hall. The narrative had flipped entirely; suddenly Tyla was the villain. Insults began to fly.
"She's heartless."
"Calls herself a friend and does this?"
"Trying to outshine her own best friend-pathetic."
Julian sat motionless, his face a mask of calm, but inside he was seething. He clenched his jaw, fighting the urge to intervene.
Edna allowed herself a small, wicked smirk. The plan had unraveled, but Jace had turned it perfectly to their advantage.
Mr. Crestwood looked at Tyla with open disgust. "Why would you do such a thing? If you want to build your own career, do it honestly-without dragging your friend down. I'm deeply disappointed."
Tyla stood frozen. This wasn't what she'd planned. Had Jace anticipated every move? Or had she simply been naive? Tears slipped down her cheeks unchecked.
One of the press photographers shoved a camera in her face, recording mercilessly. "You insolent bitch," he sneered. "Green-eyed monster. Attention-seeking little-"
A cold, commanding voice cut through the chaos. "Do you lack manners when speaking to a CEO?"
Every head swiveled. Julian rose from his seat and strode forward with lethal grace. The room fell silent under the weight of his presence.
He stopped in front of the photographer. "Your name?"
The man trembled. "M-Marcel."
"Marcel," Julian said, his tone icy, "you are forbidden from working anywhere in the United States from this moment forward. Your media page will be taken down-permanently."
Gasps echoed through the hall. They all knew who he was now: Julian, the industry devil.
Marcel dropped to the floor, begging, but Julian ignored him. He turned to face Jace with a disgust look on his face and then to Edna, if you fractured your wrist, while not sit back when someone else steps in for you? Rather you choose to come out with your friend's dish as though it was yours. He didn't say further in order not to raise suspicion. For a fleeting second, his eyes met Tyla's-intense, unreadable-before he turned and walked out of the restaurant without another word.
The room remained hushed, pity now directed at the ruined photographer.
Tyla stood tall amid the wreckage, a quiet pride warming her chest. He had protected her. That was what a man should do for his woman. Perhaps the rumors were true-he ruled through fear rather than love. Machiavelli would approve, she thought.
Her phone vibrated. A message appeared:
When you're coming home, let me know.
-Julian
A small smile touched her lips as she slipped the phone back into her pocket.
As she moved toward the exit, her gaze met Edna's and Jace's across the room. She held it steadily, her voice silent but clear in her own mind:
You think you've won today. But tomorrow is another story.
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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.