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 6
"Julian?" Tyla murmured to herself, startled by the name flashing on her screen. Why is he calling me?
"Hello?" she answered brightly, masking her surprise.
"I want you to know that the driver will take you to the lodge I've booked," Julian said, his voice cold and clipped. "You won't be coming to the house tonight."
Before Tyla could respond, the line went dead.
She stared at her phone, lips curling in disdain. "What an arrogant, self-important man."
A lodge? she thought. Why send me there? He thinks he can intimidate me? That scum won't scare me off.
Undeterred, she resumed creating her anonymous account. Just as she was about to hit sign-up, her phone rang again.
Jace.
Her expression darkened instantly. "Now he decides to call?" she muttered angrily. What scheme is he cooking up this time? Or what favor does he want from me?
She swiped to answer and waited in silence.
"Hello, Tyla," Jace said smoothly.
She didn't reply.
"Tyla? Can you hear me? Where are you?"
"Say whatever you have to say," she finally snapped.
"Tyla, sweetheart," he began, his tone placating. "I really don't understand why you had to act like that today. Edna's been your best friend-best friends aren't supposed to fight, especially not now. I had to step in because I can't let anything tarnish the reputation of Parker's restaurant. There's just one more thing I need you to do for me."
"What's that?" Tyla asked, forcing herself to stay calm.
"I'm inviting the Golden Crest executives back tomorrow, and I want you to apologize publicly in front of everyone."
"What?" Tyla interrupted sharply.
"Apologize for what, exactly? Didn't you tell me to cover for her? I did exactly what you asked-so why should I apologize now?"
Jace sighed. "Dear Tyla, you're my fiancée. This is our contract; we can't let it fall apart. I know you're frustrated, but please, do this. For my sake-for the love we've shared, the future we're building together, and for Edna too. Apologize to the executives tomorrow. Tell them you deliberately caused the scene today to gain attention... and that you pushed Edna down the stairs last night."
Tyla stared at the screen in disgust, a wicked smirk creeping across her face.
"Okay," she said coolly. "I'll do it."
"That's my girl!" Jace replied, relief flooding his voice. "I promise, once this is over, we'll sign the marriage papers, and I'll handle everything so you never have to deal with stress like this again. Okay?"
She smiled-a cold, knowing smile that screamed, Who do you think you're fooling?
"Can't wait," she replied sarcastically, then hung up.
The car pulled to a stop. Tyla stepped out and gazed up at the hotel-one of the largest and most luxurious in the city. Julian's assistant was waiting, gesturing for her to follow.
She walked silently down the opulent hallway until he stopped outside a door. "This is your suite, ma'am," he said politely, then turned and left.
Tyla scanned the corridor and the entrance to her room. Everything screamed wealth and extravagance. Inside, the suite was impeccably arranged-elegant, spotless, breathtaking.
She felt a flicker of disappointment. He's not even here?
"Well," she said aloud to the empty room, "I suppose I'll rest and prepare for tomorrow."
She sank onto the bed, savoring its luxurious softness, then Jace's words replayed in her mind.
"What does he take me for?" she muttered. A sly smile returned. "This fits perfectly. My public apology... and then photos of Jace and Edna flooding the internet. What a coincidence."
She finished setting up her anonymous account, satisfaction warming her.
Afterward, she stripped off her clothes and ran a warm bath. Wrapping herself in one of the plush towels, she slipped into the tub, closing her eyes as the water melted away the day's tension.
When she finally stepped out of the bathroom, towel knotted tightly around her slender frame, droplets still clinging to her hair, she froze.
Julian was there.
He lounged on the couch opposite the bed, wearing silk nightwear unbuttoned at the chest, revealing the strong lines of his broad torso. He was strikingly handsome-impossibly so.
Tyla couldn't tear her eyes away.
Julian looked up, his gaze tracing the water trailing down her damp hair, the towel hugging her body, exposing her smooth thighs and legs.
She truly was a vision.
Heat rose in her cheeks under his intense stare.
"Could you please give me a moment?" she said, trying to ignore the way his eyes lingered. "I need to change."
He rose slowly from the couch. For a split second, she thought he was leaving.
Then, in one fluid motion, he closed the distance between them and pulled her against him.
Their eyes locked.
Their breaths mingled, warm and close.
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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.