A Bride For A Truce
A deep bone-melting groan vibrates from his chest. “I want to see you malyshka.Every inch of you.”
I shiver in anticipation as his fingers trail down my back, lowering the zipper of my dress, the fabric pooling at my waist. My tits come into view as cool air kisses my bare skin.
His sharp intake of breath makes my stomach flip.
“Damn,” the word is rough, almost reverent as his large hand cups my left tit, squeezing softly. “They look even better than I had imagined.” His grip tightens slightly. “A perfect fit for my hands.”
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Serafina had only one dream: to take center stage at the New York Opera.
But if wishes were horses, even beggars would have a ride.
Thrown into an arranged marriage, She is determined to hate him but soon discovers that there’s a thin line between love and hate.
Adriko has no use for love. His focus is power, his goal is revenge.But what do you do when your greatest threat is your most sinful desire?
A pawn in the game…
A Bride for a truce…
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Chapter: Long time no see friendSERAFINA’S POV The helicopter smelt of fuel and sweat. The sound of the rotors was so loud they rattled my teeth, but even with the noise, I could still hear my own heartbeat pounding in my skull. I sat wedged between two masked men,a shiver running down my spine as my hands shook. I glanced down at my wrists. They were sore and bruised due to the zip ties used to restrain me. I felt sick, really sick. Diana. God, where was Diana? I should have waited until we got home. Why did I push her to come to the restroom? Why now, of all times? If anything happened to her because of me— My stomach knotted. I tried to breathe, but the air in the cabin was stale. The last thing I remembered was going to the restroom with Diana and then the sudden appearance of two men, the sharp smell of chemicals as they placed a napkin over my nose. The man beside me , the one who’d shoved a knife to my throat on the tarmac, kept a gloved hand clenched around my upper arm as he said something i
Last Updated: 2025-08-24
Chapter: From fear or rageADRIK’S POV This was the second time tonight I’d ignored my gut and it had cost me. Badly. The Mercedes shot off the side street like a missile, the tires screaming as I jerked it onto the main road and Sergei’s hand shot out to brace himself.In the back seat, Marco and Vincenzo were still shouting over each other like angry crows. My pulse hammered against my chest as I thought of all the things that could go wrong. “Eyes left!” Sergei barked, pointing. “That’s them!” “I can see, I’m not blind!” I snapped. My throat burned from holding the panic that was trying to claw up. The first mistake was letting those two men get in my car in the first place. The second was not trusting my instincts at the warehouse. Now my men were chasing left, I was chasing right — and I had no clue which held Serafina. The lead car was already vanishing down the road. A second sedan had joined the chase and tried to block us, swerving like a drunk driver was behind the wheel. Sergei let out
Last Updated: 2025-08-20
Chapter: To save my wifeADRIk’S POV My fingers clenched around the tiny, blood-smeared diamond earring. For a second, all I could do was stare at it, my vision swimming, rage pounding through my skull. Serafina… My entire world had been taken. Then it hit me like a punch to the gut. I remembered fastening these earrings on her, telling her that they were custom made.What she didn’t know was that the diamond setting hid a micro-tracker. My breath caught. If this one’s here… the other one’s still on her. “Sergei!” I roared, already running as I shoved past panicked guests, who were heading towards the exit. He spun toward me, his hand hovering near his weapon. “Adrik?” “There’s a tracker in her earring! Have you seen my phone?” Sergei dug into his jacket and yanked it out, the same phone I’d dropped when the screaming started. I snatched it from his hand, my fingers slick with Vladimir’s blood as I unlocked the encrypted app. The screen lit up, and my heart kicked hard against my ribs. A pulsi
Last Updated: 2025-08-17
Chapter: Gone for too longADRIK’S POV Something wasn't right. Serafina had been gone for too long, five minutes, then six, then seven— and Vladimir still hadn’t responded to my last message. My mind told me I might be overreacting, but my gut told me I wasn’t. Serafina never ignored my calls. Never. Well except at the early stages of our marriage “So what do you say Adrik?” The man across the table was smiling at me in anticipation, almost like he already knew my answer.The other bosses were staring now, waiting for my answer. “Sorry, what was that?” My voice came out flat and distracted. “I said I'll be expanding operations to Russia in the next couple of months. I’m hoping we can partner together.” “Sure. Yes, definitely.” I nodded mechanically, but my attention was already elsewhere. My phone was still dark. No messages. No calls. I dialed Serafina again. Straight to voicemail. Something twisted hard in my gut. This isn’t right. “Gentlemen. Ladies.” I pushed back my chair. “Excuse me.”
Last Updated: 2025-08-14
Chapter: Delivery for Mrs IvanovaSERAFINA’S POV I was seated in my bedroom being glammed up for the masked ball event. I had told Adrik that I could do my hair and makeup but he had cut short my protest, insisting that he wanted his wife to look exceptional. Staring at myself in the mirror as they worked their magic, my stomach knotted in anxiety. A soft knock on the door interrupted my thoughts as it opened to reveal Nadia holding a white garment bag that was embossed with an Alexander McQueen logo. “Delivery for Mrs Ivanova from Mr Ivanov,” she called out, a wide smile spreading across her face. Smiling back I rose from my seat and took the bag from her. I unzipped it slowly, my fingers trembling and my breath caught. The dress was a rich deep shade of midnight blue, like the ocean just before a storm. It was sleeveless, with a velvet bodice curved inward, while the skirt flowed in layers. Tiny sapphire beads were sewn into the fabric, catching the light. There was a velvet box inside the bag, I ope
Last Updated: 2025-08-12
Chapter: Cared about you.Serafina’s Pov. It had been five days since the dinner with Adrik Diana and Matteo. Five days since Adrik had killed Matteo. It still left a bitter taste in my mouth whenever I thought about that fateful night. The dinner from hell. Communication between Diana and I had gotten strained and I worried that she was mad at me. I felt it in the silences between our texts, in the way her usual cheerful voice had gone quieter on calls. She hadn’t said it often, but I knew. She had liked Matteo more than she wanted to admit. And she wasn't taking his death well. I stepped out of the car in front of the gated villa Diana had grown up in—it had tall white ivy columns climbing up the stone walls. The trees rustled, and the faint scent of lemon balm sifted into my nose from the garden. The environment felt familiar and safe. I used to have a lot of sleepovers with Diana here when we were kids. Yuri waited in the car as I walked up the heavily guarded front gates. The stationed gu
Last Updated: 2025-08-03
Chapter: Sexiest CEO Alive ZOELLA The restaurant that Lani and I had decided to meet at was a few blocks from my office building. So I walked, it was easier than fighting midtown traffic. Also, I figured I’d drive home later. She spotted me before I even cleared the door, waving like we’d known each other for years. She had on a beautiful sundress and a grin that said “spill-everything” “Finally,” she said as I slid into the chair. “Girl, I was two minutes from filing a missing persons report.” “Aww, you’re sweet.” I tugged off my sunglasses, pushing hair from my face. “No need for an Amber Alert. I just… started my new job today.” “Oh right, lil miss Career Woman.” She grinned as the waiter approached. “But first, food. I’m starving.” We quickly ordered pasta for both of us, sparkling water for me, something pink and lethal for her and a bottle of wine then she leaned in, elbows on the table. “Okay. Catch me up. Last time I saw you, you were tipsy and vanishing into your rideshar
Last Updated: 2025-08-29
Chapter: Damage Control LIAM’S POV You know that feeling when you’ve messed up so bad you can’t even tell which way’s up? Like every move you make could save you… Or blow everything to hell? Yeah. That’s where I was. Madison was already waiting when I walked into the restaurant ,her back was to the window, her hair catching the light. She was reapplying lipstick in a little compact mirror, and when she saw me, her face lit up with a smile. “There you are,” she said, snapping the mirror shut. “I thought you’d bailed.” She gestured at the chair opposite with two fingers, casual and possessive all at once. “Missed you, Liam.” I slid into the seat, ignoring the way her perfume curled around me. “We need to talk.” She leaned forward, her hair falling in a glossy sheet over her shoulder. “What’s wrong? How are things with Zoe? When do you plan on announcing that the engagement is off?” I exhaled through my nose. No soft landing for this. “The engagement isn't off Madison. She forgave me,” She
Last Updated: 2025-08-25
Chapter: Enemy on the first day. ZOELLA’S POV Damien’s voice interrupted, effectively shattering the moment. “Oops. Forgot my watch.” I jerked back, my cheeks flaming, scrambling to my feet like the floor had just turned to lava. Perfect. Nothing like being caught kneeling in front of your boss, very appropriate. Julian straightened in his seat, that cool mask sliding neatly into place. Damien, who either didn’t notice or didn’t care about the tension in the room, sauntered in with his usual smug grin, his hands shoved in his pockets. “Well, well,” he said, glancing between us. “Didn’t mean to interrupt anything.” Julian pinned him with an icy stare, his expression not wavering. “You’re not interrupting. Grab your watch and go.” Damien chuckled, scooping his Rolex off the table. “Relax, Hart. Just picking up what I left behind.” He winked at me as he left. The door clicked shut behind him with a finality that made me all too aware of the fact that I was alone again with him. The silence in the ro
Last Updated: 2025-08-25
Chapter: Give the wrong impression JULIAN’S POV The moment the door clicked shut behind her, I ran a hand through my hair, leaning back in my seat. The night we met, I had thought the alcohol was to blame for her wit but seeing her today made me realise I was wrong. She had the same quick mouth, the same spark in her eyes, and the same inability to stay upright, apparently. I smirked, shaking my head as I rose and crossed to the cabinet for a glass of water. I’d kept my face neutral when she tripped, but watching her try to cover her fall by admiring the flooring… that was new. And ridiculous. And oddly… charming. It was definitely the highlight of my morning. For the last forty-eight hours, I’d been thinking about her way too much — her laugh, her sass, the way she whispered “ruin me please” like she knew I would. I’d told myself that morning would be the last I saw of her. I was wrong.
Last Updated: 2025-08-21
Chapter: Mr. Icy Heart, Meet Ms.Sass ZOELLA I have done a lot of things in my life but stalking has never been one of them. But right now as I sat across from Julian, it sure felt like I was stalking him. Come to think of it, he had called me a stalker when I slipped into the backseat of his car. Life really knew how to make a girl look desperate. “Look, Mr. Hart,” I began, sitting straighter in the ridiculously expensive leather chair. “I think there’s been some sort of—” “You don't have to waste your breath explaining Miss Monroe.” His tone was icy as he cut me off. He didn’t even look up from the folder in front of him, flipping through my resume like he was skimming a menu he didn’t particularly like. I clenched my teeth, forcing a calm I didn’t feel. Okay, cool. He’s going for ‘arrogant bastard CEO.’ Classic move. Breathe, Zoella. “I just thought I should clear up the misunderstanding,” I tried again, keeping my voice even. “I didn’t even know who you were when I applied. This job w
Last Updated: 2025-08-18
Chapter: Miss Monroe,Please Take a Seat ZOELLA’S POV. I was already pulling the zipper up the side of my fitted navy blue dress when I heard Liam’s voice from behind me. “You’re really going through with it?” Here we go. I muttered inwardly as I rolled my eyes. I didn’t turn around. I just adjusted the sleeves of my blazer and reached for my perfume. “It’s just a job interview Liam.” “You say that like it’s a little thing.” He said, wandering in shirtless, like we weren’t on shaky ground, like he hadn't messed up less than forty-eight hours ago. His hair was still tousled from sleep—or whatever the hell he did while I stayed up last night reworking my CV. I had slept in the guest room despite his constant pleas for me to come to our bedroom. “I mean,” he added, hi
Last Updated: 2025-08-01
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