Contracted: The Billionaire’s Husband From The Commercial
They say love at first sight is a fantasy. He turned it into an obsession…and then a contract.
Drowning in debt and dodging loan sharks, Louis's only break is a one-time ad gig. He smiles for seven seconds, gets paid, and thinks that's the end of it.
He's wrong.
Across the world, reclusive billionaire Lorenzo Volterra sees the clip. A man who has spent his life never looking twice at another man suddenly cannot look away. In that fleeting glimpse, he finds his obsession. Within twenty-four hours, he's at Louis's door.
His first words: "You are my husband now."
Louis laughs. He's not for sale. But Lorenzo doesn't understand "no." Raised to believe money buys everything…including love…he's never been refused. Never been loved. He doesn't know the difference between possessing someone and caring for them.
When he offers to erase Louis's debt, it isn't kindness. It's a transaction. The price? A year of Louis's life, pretending to be the husband of a man whose love language is ownership, and whose broken English hides something darker.
Lorenzo has never wanted anyone like this. The gender should matter…but looking at Louis, it simply doesn't. The obsession doesn't care about labels. It only cares about him.
Now Louis is swept into ruthless luxury, where every desire is anticipated and every move watched. Lorenzo surrounds him with everything money can buy…because that's the only way he knows to keep something precious.
But is Louis a cherished partner, or a trophy the man on the screen simply took? Can someone never taught to love ever learn? And when Louis looks into those glacier-blue eyes…why does he feel like he's falling?
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Chapter: THE SECOND CHANCE.CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FOUR: THE SECOND CHANCE By midnight, the penthouse was suffocatingly quiet.Louis was sitting on the edge of the bed, staring at the wall. His posture was rigid, his jaw set in a hard line. He wasn't crying but was just waiting.The door opened. Footsteps across the floor. The rustle of a jacket, a watch hitting the nightstand."You're still awake," Lorenzo said."Couldn't sleep." Louis didn't look at him. "You're late today again, Lorenzo”"Meetings ran long." The bed dipped as Lorenzo climbed in beside him. He smelled like cold air and expensive cologne. His hand found Louis's hip, sliding under his shirt, drawing him closer. His lips brushed the sensitive skin of Louis's neck."I'm pausing all travels till after the wedding," Lorenzo murmured. "No more trips. Just you and me. I miss you so much baby”Louis didn't lean into the touch. He sat perfectly still, a statue of coiled tension."Lorenzo.""Hmm?" The kisses trailed lower."I was wondering," Lo
Last Updated: 2026-10-23
Chapter: THE SECOND CHANCECHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FOUR: THE SECOND CHANCE By midnight, the penthouse was suffocatingly quiet.Louis was sitting on the edge of the bed, staring at the wall. His posture was rigid, his jaw set in a hard line. He wasn't crying but was just waiting.The door opened. Footsteps across the floor. The rustle of a jacket, a watch hitting the nightstand."You're still awake," Lorenzo said."Couldn't sleep." Louis didn't look at him. "You're late today again, Lorenzo”"Meetings ran long." The bed dipped as Lorenzo climbed in beside him. He smelled like cold air and expensive cologne. His hand found Louis's hip, sliding under his shirt, drawing him closer. His lips brushed the sensitive skin of Louis's neck."I'm pausing all travels till after the wedding," Lorenzo murmured. "No more trips. Just you and me. I miss you so much baby”Louis didn't lean into the touch. He sat perfectly still, a statue of coiled tension."Lorenzo.""Hmm?" The kisses trailed lower."I was wondering," Lo
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Chapter: THE PERFECT FITCHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND THREE: THE PERFECT FIT The glass doors slid open, curtains parting like water as Lorenzo guided Louis into the bedroom. The penthouse was quiet, warm, lit soft gold from the lamps Lorenzo had left on. "How did it go, love?" Lorenzo's hand found the small of Louis's back, steadying him as they walked. "You must be so tired." Louis was already pulling away, shedding his coat, his energy a restless buzz. "You would not believe the way they treated my staff. The makeup artists… Lorenzo, they had them working fifteen-hour days with no breaks. Fifteen. And the lighting crew?” “They were drinking energy drinks like water because production refused to hire a second shift. I had to step in myself, I told them if they didn't fix it I was walking, and then…" "Oh really?" Lorenzo followed him, unbothered by the rant. "…and then the director had the nerve to say I was being difficult. Me. Difficult. Because I wanted my people to not collapse on set…" "Yeah?"
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Chapter: THE WOMAN IN THE ROOMCHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TWO: THE WOMAN IN THE ROOM The phone rang three times before someone picked up. "Volterra residence." Louis tucked the phone between his shoulder and ear, toeing off his shoes by the door. "Hey, it's Louis. Is Aunt Gia around?" The housekeeper hesitated. It was a small thing…a beat of silence that lasted a second too long….but Louis caught it. "Signora Gia is not available at the moment." "Not available?" Louis frowned, padding into the kitchen. "It's eight in the morning there. She's always up by six." "She took a trip, Signore. An emergency trip." "A trip?" He stopped at the counter, fingers drumming against the marble. "Where?" "America." "America." He repeated it slowly, like the word might rearrange itself into something that made sense. "Aunt Gia flew to America." "Yes, signore. She left last night." Louis pulled the phone away from his ear, stared at it, then put it back. "She's in her eighties. Isn't she a little old to be flying across t
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Chapter: SHE’S ALIVECHAPTER HUNDRED AND ONE: SHE’S ALIVE Louis pushed open the door to the penthouse, his body aching from a long day on set. His feet were sore, his shoulders tight, and all he wanted was a hot shower and a quiet night with Lorenzo. Then the smell hit him. Rich…warm and delicious. He stopped at the dining room , his eyes landing on the dining table. It was set for two…candles, champagne, plates arranged with care. The food was already on the table, steam rising from the dishes. Lorenzo looked up from the kitchen, a smile spreading across his face. "Finally, you're here." Louis blinked. "You cooked?" "I did." Lorenzo crossed to him, his hands finding Louis's waist. "I made all of this. For you." Louis's eyes swept over the table. "This is... a lot." "You deserve a lot." Louis laughed softly, leaning into the touch. "I would get a shower first. I smell like set." "I'll survive." Lorenzo kissed his forehead. "Go. I'll wait." Louis showered quickly, the hot water loosening the
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Chapter: FACE THAT FEAR ?CHAPTER HUNDRED: FACE THAT FEAR? The applause was deafening. Lorenzo stood at the podium, the lights hot on his face, the crowd on their feet. The new car…the most advanced model the company had ever produced…was displayed behind him, sleek and silver, catching every flash of the cameras. He didn't care about any of it. His eyes found Louis in the front row. Louis was smiling, clapping, his eyes bright with pride. The bandage on his arm was barely visible beneath his sleeve. Lorenzo didn't wait for the applause to die down. He stepped off the podium and moved through the crowd, his strides long and purposeful. People tried to stop him…handshakes, congratulations, questions…but he ignored them all. He reached Louis. "You did well," Louis said, his voice warm. Lorenzo didn't answer. He pulled Louis into his arms and kissed him…deep, hungry, full of everything he had been holding back. Louis laughed against his lips. "Lorenzo…people are watching…" "I don't care." Lorenzo ki
Last Updated: 2026-10-09
The Enemy's Obsession: Bound To The Mafia Boss
“Julian…don't trust him. He knows what he did. I didn't kill myself. They made me fake it. I'm so sorry”, Julian received a call from his supposedly dead brother.
Julian Hart, a 19 years old criminology student, begins investigating about his older brother death which was ruled as suicide. There is one character that all evidence keeps coming back to: Caesar Dominic, a ruthless Mafia heir known for his cruelty
Julian plans were to get close, gain trust to destroy him.
Caesar plays along. Caesar became obsessed with Julian at first sight, he wanted to own him, control him, break him.
Julian desperation for answers make him stuck in Caesar's world of power, blood, obsession,desire and love for the man which could possibly be his brother's killer.
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Chapter: HE IS ALIVECHAPTER NINETY EIGHT: HE IS ALIVE The penthouse felt too big now and quiet with a crushing silence. Julian stood by the window, watching the city lights flicker below, but his mind was somewhere else. Somewhere he couldn't quite reach. He should go back to Germany. That was the logical thing to do. Business was wrapped up and the joint venture was moving forward. There was no reason to stay. But if he came back too early, Friedrich would ask questions. Would want to know why he cut his trip short and Julian didn't have an answer for that. Not one he could say out loud. His hand drifted to the back of his head. His fingers found the scar without thinking…the ridge of raised skin hidden beneath his hair. Friedrich had told him about it, of course. A bullet. Surgery. A past life he couldn't remember and didn't want. You were someone else, Friedrich had said, holding his hand in that hospital room two years ago. Someone with enemies. Someone who almost died but that pers
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Chapter: Memories in PicturesChapter Ninety Five: Memories in Pictures Caesar had been thinking about it for days. About how to get close enough….how to get what he needed without Kohler Jnr knowing. But their meetings had been strictly business lately. Nothing more. Kohler Jnr had been professional, distant, polite. The kind of polite that built walls instead of bridges. Every time Caesar tried to steer the conversation toward something personal, Kohler Jnr steered it back. Every time Caesar lingered a moment too long, he would find a reason to leave. Today, Julian stood by the window, looking out at the city. His back was to Caesar. His guard was down, just a little. "I really have to thank you about this," Julian was saying, rambling a bit, filling the silence. "You've been a lot of help, Caesar. More than I expected, honestly. The contacts you've introduced me to, the way you've smoothed things over with the local officials…" Caesar wasn't listening to the words. He was watching the way the light hit
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Chapter: Wave of Hope.Chapter Ninety Four: Wave of Hope. The penthouse was ridiculous. Julian stood in the middle of the living room, slowly turning in a circle, trying to take it all in. Floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the Manhattan skyline. Furniture that probably cost more than most people's houses. A kitchen that looked like it belonged in a magazine. And Caesar, leaning against the doorway, watching him with that little smile. "So?" Caesar spread his arms. "What do you think? I tried to secure something better but time wasn't on my side." Julian shook his head, laughing softly. "I think you're insane. I'm not surprised at the structure…of course I live in a better place…but just that you would put so much effort into me coming here. I feel so welcome." "It's just a place to stay." Caesar pushed off the doorway, walking further into the room. "Three months, remember? You need somewhere comfortable. Secure." He gestured vaguely. "Plus, the view's not bad." "Not bad," Julian repeated, l
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Chapter: Love Business Proposal.Chapter Ninety Three: Love Business Proposal Four months had passed since that night in Berlin.Four months of watching from afar. Four months of planning, of digging, of waiting for the right moment. Caesar had become obsessed…checking Kohler's calendar like it was scripture, tracking every public appearance, following every rumor about where the mysterious heir would show up next.Enzo said he was losing it. Peter said he was just in love. Caesar didn't care what either of them thought.And finally, finally, there was another event. A charity gala in Vienna, smaller than the Berlin affair, more intimate, which was perfect for Caesar. Caesar had found someone inside Julian's circle…a junior assistant with gambling debts and a loose tongue. A few thousand euros changed hands. A private moment was arranged. Five minutes, maybe ten. That was all he needed.The balcony was elegant, all white stone and twinkling lights overlooking the city. Vienna sparkled below them, beautiful and i
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Chapter: The Perfect Heir.Chapter Ninety Two: The Perfect Heir The penthouse hotel room in Berlin felt too small for the energy bouncing off Caesar's skin. He paced like a caged animal…from the window to the door, back to the window, again and again. His hands moved when he talked, sharp gestures that cut through the air. Enzo had already sighed a million times. He was about to make it a million and one. "I have to see him again." The words tumbled out before anyone could speak. "I have to talk to him properly. Without Kohler standing there like a guard dog." Peter shifted on the couch, thoughtful. "What if Kohler was just being protective? I mean, the guy's heir comes out of nowhere, some random man walks up calling him by a different name…any father would step in." "I'm not anyone." Caesar's voice was sharp. "He knows who I am. He would have heard of me. He could have at least introduced me properly instead of shooing me away like some paparazzi." Enzo leaned against the wall, arms crossed.
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Chapter: His Face.Chapter Ninety One: His Face Two Years Later Two years. Seven hundred and thirty days. Seventeen thousand five hundred hours. Caesar had stopped counting after the first year. It hurt less that way or at least, that's what he told himself. The apartment hadn't changed. Julian's jacket still hung on the back of the chair where he'd left it. His toothbrush still sat in the bathroom, right next to Caesar's, like he'd just stepped out and would be back any minute. His books still piled on the nightstand…the one he'd been reading, a bookmark halfway through chapter seven, waiting for him to come back and finish it. Caesar had the mansion cleaned every week. Couldn't stand dust, couldn't stand the thought of Julian's things getting dirty. But he'd warned the maid strictly. That jacket? Don't touch. Those books? Don't move. The bathroom? Leave everything exactly where it is. She probably thought he was crazy….Maybe he was. He couldn't let go. Couldn't move on. Couldn't do any of
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How To Love A Murderer.
He promised to protect him from a killer. He never said he was one.
When journalist Ian Parker witnesses a brutal murder, he should have been the killer's next victim. Instead, he wakes up in the hospital, saved by Zhedya Hunter…a brilliant forensic pathologist, a reclusive CEO, and a man with chilling grey eyes that feel hauntingly familiar.
Charismatic and dangerously possessive, Zhedya offers Ian shelter in his opulent penthouse, a gilded cage where every comfort is a chain.
As Zhedya's obsession deepens, Ian's career skyrockets, with damning evidence against the city's most wanted criminals mysteriously falling into his hands. But each exclusive story comes with a price: a fractured memory, a drugged haze, and a growing pile of bodies connected to anyone who threatens their twisted paradise.
Now, Ian is trapped in a nightmare of luxury and lies, unraveling a truth more terrifying than any headline: his savior is a predator, his sanctuary is a crime scene, and the man who claims to love him is the most prolific murderer he will ever interview.
Learning how to love a murderer is easy. Surviving him is the real story.
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Chapter: The End.Chapter One Hundred and Forty Five: The End A massive property in the Swedish countryside. The house looked like something from a fairy tale..old stone, tall windows, ivy climbing the walls like it had been there forever. It sat on acres of land, green fields stretching to the horizon, a forest in the distance that seemed to hold secrets. Horses grazed in a fenced pasture. A vegetable garden grew near the kitchen. This wasn't just a house but this was a home. In the middle of a large field, a horse walked in slow circles, guided by an instructor. On its back, a ten-year-old girl with blonde hair grinned like she was flying. Lily had grown so much. She was tall and confident now, her grey eyes bright with joy in a way that made Ian's heart ache every time he saw it. She gripped the reins with practiced ease, laughing as the horse picked up speed, her hair streaming behind her like a banner. On the edge of the field, Ian stood watching, one hand shielding his eyes from the
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Chapter: My RewardChapter One Hundred and Forty Four: My Reward. (Three Years Ago) Elena's apartment was small and cluttered, the kind of place that showed someone was struggling without them having to say a word. Empty takeout containers on the counter, growing stale. Unpaid bills scattered on the table like confetti from a party no one wanted to attend. A box sat on the kitchen counter…small and discreet, the kind that came from a clinic, the kind that held decisions too heavy for one person to carry. Elena jumped when she saw him standing in her doorway. Her hand flew to her chest, heart pounding so hard she could feel it in her throat. "How did you get in here?" Zhedya walked past her like he owned the place, calm as still water. "The door was unlocked or better still, broken." "I don't want you here." Her voice shook. "Get out." Zhedya ignored her completely. He strolled slowly through her living room, taking in the mess, the evidence of her life falling apart piece by piece. He sto
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Chapter: I’m So Lonely Without HimChapter One Hundred and Forty Three: I’m So Lonely Without Him Three Years Later Morning light streamed through the windows, warm and golden, the kind of light that was supposed to feel hopeful. Ian's apartment was lived-in, messy in that way that meant children lived here and not just adults with their clean lines and empty spaces. Lily's artwork covered the fridge like a gallery of a growing up. Baby toys scattered on the floor, waiting for little feet to trip over them. A toddler's high chair sat in the corner, still crusted with yesterday's breakfast because Ian hadn't had the energy to scrub it last night. Three years. Three years of this life and of building something new. Ian moved through the apartment with practiced ease, a two-year-old boy on his hip. Mateo had dark hair and curious eyes, the same eyes as his biological father, but his smile was all Ian's. He babbled something incomprehensible and patted Ian's face with sticky fingers, leaving behind a smear of s
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Chapter: The PushChapter One Hundred and Forty Two: The Push Ian and Lily walked out of Elena's apartment building in the late afternoon, Ian carrying a bag of groceries he'd helped bring in. Lily skipped ahead, her little legs full of that endless energy only kids have, completely oblivious to the weight her father carried in his chest. By evening they were buckled into the car, Ian's hands steady on the wheel even as his mind churned in a thousand different directions. Elena had been struggling hard this pregnancy, even worse than with Lily, and Ian had spent the afternoon helping her organize, cleaning up, making sure she had food she could actually keep down. It was the least he could do. Lily bounced in the back seat, her usual endless energy on full display. "Daddy? What's wrong with Mama?" Ian glanced in the rearview mirror at those grey eyes, curious and concerned in the way only children can be when they sense something they don't understand. "She's just tired, bug. Grown-up stuff."
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Chapter: I Would Never Lose To You.Chapter One Hundred and Forty One: I Would Never Lose To You. Morning light streamed through the windows, warm and golden, the kind of light that made everything feel possible. Lily sat at the kitchen table, eating breakfast with the single-minded focus of a child who had discovered that jam on toast was the greatest invention ever. Ian watched her from across the table, his hand moving unconsciously to his pocket where the passports sat heavy against his thigh. He'd made up his mind. He was going to Sweden with Zhedya. Him and Lily. A new life and a fresh start. He thought about Zhedya's words, about Miller circling like a shark, about Elena working against them. None of it mattered anymore. They were leaving. Lily looked up, catching him staring with those grey eyes. "Daddy, why are you looking at me like that?" Ian smiled, warm and real. "I was just thinking, bug. How would you like to go on an adventure?" Lily's eyes went impossibly wide. "An adventure? Like the ones in
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Chapter: Positive Lines.Chapter One Hundred and Forty: Positive Lines. A plain package sat on the kitchen counter. No return address or identifying marks. Just a box that had arrived that morning with a delivery guy who shrugged and left. Ian stared at it like it might explode. He turned it over in his hand to find nothing. Just his name printed in neat letters. He opened it carefully. Inside were two passports. One for him and another for Lily. He flipped through his…new photo. Everything was there, perfect and complete. His hands started shaking. A small note fluttered out…he caught it. "Trust me, Angel. This is for us. - Z" Ian stared at the words, heart pounding so hard he could feel it in his throat. Sweden. Zhedya wanted them to go to Sweden. He was planning something, moving pieces on a board Ian couldn't see. Pieces Ian didn't even know existed. "What are you thinking?" Ian whispered to the empty room. "What are you planning?" He looked at the passports again. New names. New lives. Ne
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