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 5
Tyla stepped out of the restaurant and quickly typed a reply to Julian: I'm already coming, hubby.
She tapped send, a wide smile spreading across her face. Without pausing, she typed again: Meet me at the coffee shop. She hit send once more.
Moments later, she stood in front of the coffee shop, waiting for his response. She refreshed her phone repeatedly, but no new message appeared. What was I thinking? she wondered. Just because he stood up for me today?
So many thoughts raced through her mind that she was startled by the sudden honk of a car horn.
She turned abruptly and walked toward the vehicle with a hopeful smile, only to feel a wave of disappointment when she saw who was behind the wheel.
He didn't come to pick me up? she muttered to herself.
He's too full of himself, she thought bitterly. What was I expecting? That the almighty Julian-the industry devil-would personally come for me? It's just a contract marriage. In six months, it'll all be over, and I'll know my fate. I can't imagine actually marrying him. He's heartless.
She climbed into the car. It was the same driver who had dropped her off earlier.
As she settled into the seat, the day's pain and exhaustion seemed to melt away. She couldn't wait to get home, take a hot bath, and sleep. But one nagging worry lingered.
What will Jace's next plan be? How am I going to deal with them?
Lost in thought, she was interrupted by the buzz of her phone. It was a message from an unknown sender.
An unknown sender? she thought, frowning.
She opened it. It was a photo.
A picture?
She tapped to enlarge it. The image was clear: Jace gently holding Edna's hand as he helped her down a flight of stairs. It had been taken recently-Edna was still wearing the same outfit from earlier, and so was Jace. They looked every bit the loving couple.
Isn't Jace supposed to be by my side? she thought angrily. Instead, he's with his mistress.
She tried to reply to the sender, but the number was private.
Then an idea struck her. What if this person is trying to help me? She could post the photo online and drag both Jace and Edna through the media storm.
She smiled at the thought, but curiosity followed. Who would send this to me?
She turned on her mobile data, and her screen immediately filled with harsh headlines.
Former Famous Chef Tyla Parker Tries to Steal the Glory of Chef Edna Brooks
At least she was trending-that was part of her plan. And this photo had arrived at the perfect moment.
Another headline caught her eye:
Julian Crestwood-the Industry Devil-Wrecks Photographer Marcel's Career: "He'll Never Work in America Again"
The article explained how Marcel had insulted Tyla at the contract signing in her family's restaurant, prompting Julian to intervene. In his words: "Don't you have respect for a CEO in her own right?"
Tyla smiled. Now she knew exactly what to do.
Beneath the posts were cruel comments aimed at her:
She's a green-eyed monster.
Why would she snitch on her friend?
Attention seeker.
She's desperate for fame since she's no longer a star.
Tyla's smile widened. Now it's time they learn Jace's true intentions. She would create a new anonymous account and post the photo of Jace and Edna.
Meanwhile, Jace escorted Edna to her apartment, his arm wrapped protectively around her waist like a devoted husband.
"What was that wench thinking?" Edna snapped, frustration lacing her voice.
"I thought you said she agreed to do it?"
"Why would she cook that dish when she knows I can't make it?"
"Tyla has bitten off more than she can chew," Edna said with finality.
"Maybe she's angry I didn't sign the marriage papers today," Jace suggested. "That might have pushed her to sabotage you."
"Don't worry," he added reassuringly. "I know how to handle Tyla."
"Still, the media is on our side now," Jace continued. "That makes you the victim. Tyla's the villain. You have nothing to fear."
"I want the contract, Jace," Edna said desperately. "I want it."
"You'll get it," he promised. "As long as I'm still with Tyla, we can't give up on our dreams now."
He cupped her face gently in his hands.
Edna pushed him away, uninterested.
"I want Tyla to make a public apology," she said firmly. "She needs to admit she caused everything. If she does that, The Golden Crest might reconsider me."
"You're her best friend," Jace pointed out. "You should apologize too. I'll persuade Tyla-it's only fair."
"She always listens to you," Edna said coldly. "She'll do it. She's nothing but bait."
"Of course I will," Jace murmured, his hands sliding from her waist to her hips. He pulled her into a tight embrace and kissed her passionately.
Edna pushed him back again.
"Call her now," she ordered. "Tell her what we've decided."
Jace pulled out his phone and dialed Tyla's number.
Just as Tyla was about to create the new anonymous account, her phone rang.
The caller ID showed the one person she least expected to hear from tonight.
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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.