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Harry Potter Marriage Contract Daphne

Contract Marriage With My Billionaire Boss

“We’re friends,” I said, voice barely steady. Aaron’s lips curled, slow and cruel. “No, we’re not.” “Friendship’s too pure for this.” His hand slid to my waist, hot and claiming as he yanked me flush against him. “Do friends kiss like this?” He kissed me. Hard. Possessive. “Or grab each other like this?” A squeeze to my ass. A gasp. “Or think filthy little thoughts?” His breath burned against my ear. “Touch themselves to it?” My cheeks flamed. My body betrayed me. “Stop lying, Venus.” His voice was a growl. “I feel it. Every time I’m near you.” I whispered, “But you don’t even like me.” His smile was pure sin. “I don’t have to like you to fuck you.” Then the offer: “Let’s get it out of our system. No lies. No strings. Just truth.” He grabbed my chin, eyes lit with hunger. “Say the word, princess.” A whisper against my lips— “I’ll ruin you.” And God help me… I wanted him to. --------- Aaron Sinclair needs a bride to claim his inheritance. Venus Carter needs a miracle to save her dying mother. What begins as a cold contract marriage spirals into a dangerous game of buried trauma, stolen identities, and forbidden attachment. He’s ruthless, closed off, and refuses to love. She’s resilient, lost, and refuses to stay unloved. But when secrets unravel revealing a stolen childhood, a tragic past, and a vengeful stepmother, their fake marriage is the only thing standing between them and destruction. In a world ruled by power and silence, will love dare to speak first or break them both instead?
feesa_ · 3.3K Views

Venganza implora a Daphne .

¡Me arrebataron aquello que amaba!. ellosno me amaban, ahora me encuentro sola fría y despotejida, tomó aquel pequeño recipiente de cristal,recordando esas palabras -tómalo de todas formas eres solo un estorbo, ellos me aman.- sus palabras suenan como una victoria ganada. mis lágrimas se desbordan sin control por mi rostro. hazel su Guardia nos observaba con una mirada burlezca, mis ojos son de su plica. -oh...pobre indefensa, Daphne al fin obtienes lo que mereces por arrebatar lo que nunca fue tuyo-. su tono despectivo,lleno de malicia resonante en la Sala, antes de ser tomada de el cabello sintiendo un dolor agudo e insoportable. -en tiende no eres mejor que yo, siempre. fui mejor que tu lo tengo todo y tu nada-. siento como mi cuerpo se desploma en el piso, colapso sobre mis propias lágrimas, antes de beber el pequeño frasco. ella mira feliz el momento, a ella no le importa mi sufrimiento solo desea mi muerte más que nada. -¿por que?..., ¿que...hice para merecer es...to?- mi voz tan débil como nunca apagando se en un debil susurro , mi cuerpo temblando, ella solo sonríe. -te odio eres algo que debo quitar de el camino,además de ser solo un obstáculo-. su voz suave pero llena de malicia ,sus ojos observando me con una mirada llena de maldad y codicia aún cuando mi cuerpo colapsa escupiendo sangre, ¡nunca existió un por que solo me odiaba.! sonrió colapsando por el veneno en mi cuerpo, aquello que me hace escupir sangre, mi vista nublada se despide de este mundo oscuro sin pizca de emoción. oh... la voz de aquella chica sonando como una débil despedida a este cruel mundo que llame hogar, su cuerpo muerto ya hacia en el piso, la amante celebrando su victoria. --- -!esto es injusto si yo estuviera allí, la haria arrepentirse!- rechino los dientes con furia, antes de ir a la cama estaba molesta, Daphne era una miga jerarquía y una estúpida, pero aún así se aferró hasta su último aliento en una falsa esperanza de nada. me tumbó en mi cama. -eres una pendeja Daphne pero no te culpo , ya que fuiste creada para ser dócil y sumisa solo para tres imbéciles que no te merecen-. me recuesto en mi cama mirando el techo. -como sea-.
laurel_Perdono · 579 Views

After the Contract Marriage with the Tycoon

by: 织墨 Everyone knew that Ye Tingtong was the little tail of the Shen family’s young master, Shen Minghuai. However, apart from his stunning looks, he had nothing else to offer. Shen Minghuai was utterly annoyed by this. No matter how much he rejected Ye Tingtong, the latter always wore a warm smile, clearly head over heels in love with him. During a gathering at the Shen family villa, Shen Minghuai was playing a game of passing a tissue with his mouth with a girl next to him. Ye Tingtong, who was “deeply in love” with Shen Minghuai, sat nearby, head lowered, dejectedly reaching for snacks in front of him. He didn’t care whether Shen Minghuai liked him or not. As long as this relationship kept him from being used as a marriage tool by the Ye family to marry some old man, that was enough. Just as the atmosphere reached its peak, a cold, detached voice suddenly came from the staircase on the second floor. “You’re being very noisy.” Shen Minghuai was so startled that the tissue in his mouth fell out. “Uncle?!” Shen Minghuai’s uncle, the current head of the Shen family— Shen Jin. Dressed in a tailored suit, tall and imposing, he stood at the top of the stairs, his commanding presence making everyone below avoid his gaze. Ye Tingtong put down his snack: Who is this? So intimidating. Before he could even look up, he felt a scrutinizing gaze fall on him. Ye Tingtong’s hair stood on end. This was someone he couldn’t afford to mess with. Later, when Ye Tingtong saw Shen Jin again at the Shen residence, he was carrying a glass of honey water for the hungover Shen Minghuai. The two unexpectedly met in the hallway. Shen Jin: “There’s someone in his room.” Ye Tingtong quickly understood and was about to leave when Shen Jin glanced at the honey water in his hand. Tentatively, Ye Tingtong offered it, “Uncle, would you like some?” Shen Jin took the glass and left with a remark, “Call me Shen Jin.” Later, when Shen Minghuai couldn’t find Ye Tingtong anywhere, he knocked on the study door, “Uncle, is Tingtong here?” Ye Tingtong was pressed against the door, his hazy consciousness briefly clearing, “Shen Jin…” Before he could finish, his lips were gently kissed. Then, he heard Shen Jin’s deep, husky voice. “He’s not here.”
Not_a_Saint · 7.4K Views
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