"But all these scars, they will always remind you of the beast that I am." He said in a hushed tones, caressing the scars on her face. "Not when they can be turned into beautiful scars." Her response echoed with confusion and incredulity to him. How could all the pain he had inflicted on her turn into something good? A broken and desperate, depressed Billionaire, and the poorest of all naive girl who just lost everything in a blink of an eye, and her mother just traded her like a piece of trash. They are to be bound together by a contract as husband and wife for just five months. Everything seems to be under control, until one night of total madness that complicates everything. She had done and sacrificed so much for him, asking nothing in return or ever complaining. In return, he asked for one night to treat her like the loving wife she is supposed to be. One night they surrendered and lost their souls to each other, marking the beginning of their unquenchable thirsts for each other. In the short run, a bond is formed. What happens if the two of them break the major rule of the contract? Who will bear the blame? What's the punishment for such an offense? When feelings arise, can they embrace them? But what happens when his real love returns? His crush. His first love. The one he once went insane for. She doesn't return empty-handed. She is seven months pregnant with the son he thought she lost. What will he do? Wait... His passionate nights with his contract wife bore fruits too. She is expecting his child. Will he marry both of them, or who will he choose?
View MoreA month later!Stamping my imprints on the red carpet as I start down the aisle, I am beyond enthusiastic. Things have been nothing but blissful for the past one month.Grego has ascertained his devotion to being a son and a brother that he has never been since birth. He has authenticated the worth of the second chance he was given. He is now working for his parent's insurance company as a marketer. Yes, he said he will take things from the bottom up. Not receiving favors from anyone for anything. He is dedicated and aggressive in working his way up. His relationship with his family has amplified remarkably. Their parents are so happy and contented. And Jerol, he is no less happy. Well, and Ellie?Ellie... Ellie... Ellie!!!She is just there, happy with her child which is due next month, and happy with Grego too. Her relationship with Jerol is just, gross. They exchange nothing more than pleasantries and that too, only when it's necessary. Well, I haven't gotten close to her as well,
"Listen, Jerol. I take all the blame for what has occurred. I planned it all, and she tried talking me out of it several times. Don't hold anything against her, please." Grego pleads.Would you look at that power couple of the century! For better or for worse, huh? They are both covering up for each other. Amazing! I am annoyingly loving this. At least they have something admirable!"Unfortunately, I can not pretend that I don't find her guilty. I am willing to let this go for the sake of Father and Mother. But if you two try anything funny, anything at all, I will personally drag your asses to the jail cells!" Jerol roars, and as if that was not a threat, everyone breathes out their suppressed breath which I hadn't noticed.It's like, the decision all lay in him! "Thank you, little brother!""What am I? Ten years? Call me that again and I will break your nose!" My! My husband looks so dangerously cute when throwing tantrums."You broke it two days ago already, bro! You want to turn
"Woow!!! You look spectacular! My goodness!" Mrs Mcall can't help the amazement of seeing me all dolled up in style.Well, I can't blame her. Today, I want to feel fit in this circle. I said I will learn from her how to conduct myself like them. If she grew up poor and now she looks like she grew up in a palace, why can't I adjust? So I went the extra mile and made an effort today. I got myself a classy white silky dress that hugs every inch of my curves perfectly, leaving nothing accentuated. The V-neck line is not deep on both sides. Nothing revealing. Modesty is key for me. I matched it with an inch-and-a-half high pink stilettos. I can't handle anything higher than that unless I want to start cursing the night before the supposed dinner is even halfway. Then I got myself a makeup artist and a hairstylist. I did light makeup. They are not even my thing, but as I said, circumstances called for this. With my hair cascading loose past my shoulders unlike my usual tight bun signature
I wake up draped tight and encompassed by Jerol's sweet arms. There is no doubt that right in his arms, is the sweetest and safest place I would want to dwell all my life.The night was crazily sweet, wild, intense, and everything that pleasure depicts. It was long and rough at some point, and my poor pot of honey can attest to that. The friction I am feeling, the tight muscles, the soreness... I still feel so filled up, like a piece of his member got stuck in there. My!What a night it was! Ooh, what a night!"Good morning!" He lifts up his face, searching for my lips which I gladly direct to him as we share a beautiful morning kiss. "Did you sleep well?" He asks me after the kiss, nuzzling my cheek with his thumb as he buries his orbs deep into mine.Did I sleep well? How can someone not sleep peacefully after such a mind-boggling night, huh? I slept like a baby. I still feel so raw, and a little bit horny. With the memories of last night clogging up my not-so-holy brain, I can't he
"We are here." Jerol says, waking me up. I am becoming so prone to sleep nowadays. I hope I am not becoming a lazy bone. Eyes roll!I wake up, yawning as if I have been napping for a whole decade, and stretching my stiff and fragile muscles. A little slumber and I wake up feeling like crap, yet I still have eight whole months! My!Shooting my eyes outside, I try to scan and take in the ostensibly exotic atmosphere which does not seem familiar at all. Not the environment, not the place itself, nothing rings a bell. Where did Jerol bring me? Even the aura bleeds so distinctly. But then again, I should actually smirk at myself for mocking myself. Where do I know? Heck! I have been to no other place aside from that disgusting shitty home. Jerol's place was the second place I got a chance to know. All the same, wherever that my sweet husband brought me, I am sure I am gonna have the bliss to core here. The white fences, no, hang on! It's the white theme! The white fences, the sparkly whi
"Do you feel any better now?" I ask."I do. I will be completely fine if you are okay. If we are okay. Are we? You are not angry with me? You don't feel like strangling me?" He implores, reaching for my hands across the table and hugging them tight in his warm ones.I won't deny it since it's not even a secret. I missed his touch. I don't know how long it had been but it feels like we were at odds for eternity. I missed this closure."Drinking is and never will be an exception for me, Jerol. No matter your reasons, it will still be wrong for me. I grew up with a drunkard, I can't handle another one." I sincerely explain."I am sorry. I just felt like I had messed up in the worst way. I was so ashamed of facing you and my desperation led me to a bar and I thought of drowning all the combo of sentiments I was feeling in alcohol. Again, I am sorry. I failed you. Sorry, love. I won't try that shit again." He says."You didn't fail me, Jerol. You know I would have listened to you even afte
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