Nessa Steven is the rebellious daughter of a billionaire, living a life filled with indulgence - partying, defying authority, and pushing boundaries. But her wild behavior hides a deeper pain. She's been trying to escape her family's rigid expectations and the shadow of her successful but emotionally distant father. Her self-destructive actions are a way of asserting control over her life when it feels like everything else is decided for her. she just graduated from college, and now can do whatever she wants. But her dad has had enough. After a series of risky decisions, he threatens to cut her off from her trust fund unless she agrees to an arranged marriage. The catch? Her soon-to-be husband is Aaron Walker, a guy she bullied in high school - the quiet, nerdy, goody-two-shoes type who has always been the perfect student, following the rules. The exact opposite of her Aaron Walker, on the other hand, has always been the type of person who does everything right. He's working hard toward his dream of becoming a successful engineer to pull his family out of debt after his mother borrowed money for his father's medical treatment. But then gets a letter from multibillionaire CEO , marshal Stevens “marry my daughter and you don’t have to pay back the loan , and you’ll be given anything you want” now of course, this would have been a nice escape from all the debts he has on his head and focus more in college , but that wasn’t the case , because marshal stevens daughter was The one and only NESSA STEVENS, the girl who bullied and made his life a living hell in high school
View MoreAaron’s POV..I stepped out of the bathroom feeling like a new man. Bathing just hit different when you were in an expensive-looking bathroom. The three-way shower? Absolute heaven. I could live in there.I spotted a neatly folded grey jogger and a white T-shirt on the bed. For a second, I forgot billionaires actually wore normal clothes. I always thought they lived in suits, but I guess TV had been lying to me. The joggers fit perfectly, and while the shirt was slightly big, it was comfortable enough.I grabbed my phone and saw a few texts from my mom:Mom: Are you coming home for breakfast?Mom: If you’re with Justin, bring him along!Of course, she thought I spent the night at Justin’s dorm. That was the only reasonable explanation for why I didn’t come home. Either that or I was locked up in a library somewhere, studying like my life depended on it. I quickly typed back a lie, saying I had already eaten and was heading to a morning class. If I told her my real location, my phone
Aaron’s POV:Marshal: “Oh son, you can just call me father-in-law.”He beamed at me like I’d just handed him a winning lottery ticket. I half expected him to be furious seeing me crashed on his expensive couch, but nope—he looked damn pleased.Me: “Oh… uh, Father-in-law. Good morning.”Marshal: “That’s right! Good morning, son. How are you?”Me: “I’m… I’m good, sir. Uh—”Marshal: “Since you’re here, I assume you and my daughter are already getting to know each other better?”That huge smile again. God, this guy really wanted to believe we were some fairytale couple.I wanted to tell him the truth—that his daughter got drunk at a club and I was forced to play babysitter. That she was the reason I spent half my high school years being miserable. That I was only here because his brilliant idea of forcing us together left me no damn choice.But instead, I took a deep breath and forced a smile.Me: “Yes… uhm… we went on a date last night. She had a little too much champagne—uh, I did too—s
Nessa’s POV..Me: “Mm, you look so good on your knees.”I had no idea why I blurted that out, but I did. And I wasn’t lying.He did look good on his knees.Aaron had always been small, which made him easy to bully back in high school. Even now, with a bit more muscle on him, he still had that delicate, almost boyish frame. And his face? It didn’t help. Big, round eyes, a small nose, chubby cheeks, and soft lips—he still looked like a damn teenager.And me? I had a kink.One I had buried so deep I convinced myself it didn’t exist. A small, submissive man, kneeling, doing whatever I wanted. Begging. Yearning. And here I was, staring at one in real life, and suddenly, I realized… I hadn’t buried it deep enough.We locked eyes.I could tell I had thrown him off, and for some reason, that made me smirk. But the moment stretched too long, and a sharp headache pulled me back to reality. I let my head fall back against the couch, shutting my eyes as the moment faded.Aaron scrambled to his
I parked in front of the club, music blasting so loud I could feel the bass in my chest. I pulled out my phone and called her, but it just rang and rang. No answer.I sighed. Of course.Bracing myself for whatever fresh hell awaited me inside, I pushed open the car door and stepped out. The entrance was surprisingly empty—no security, no bouncers—just an ominous glow of neon lights welcoming me into what was probably a terrible decision.Inside, the air was thick with sweat, alcohol, and desperation. Strippers twisted around poles, and a few scattered dancers swayed to the music, but the club was nowhere near as packed as I’d imagined. The second I stepped in, people stared. Some with amusement, others with disgust.I ignored them. My eyes scanned the room, but there was no sign of her.Then I spotted a door marked "VVIP SECTION" at the far end. No security there either. I pushed it open and peeked inside.And there she was.Sprawled in a red velvet chair, head tilted back, an empty b
“You have to be kidding me! No, this has to be a joke.”Sam practically choked on his laughter, gripping his beer like it was the only thing keeping him upright. We’ve been best friends since childhood—our parents were high school friends, and somehow, the friendship passed down to us like some sort of weird inheritance. Through every phase of life, Sam was the one person who never bailed on me, even when it meant getting bullied alongside me. Unlike me, though, Sam had the whole package: book smart, tall, muscular, and blessed with rich chocolate skin that made people do double takes.Meanwhile, I was… me.Even though we didn’t end up at the same college, we always found time to catch up. And right now? I needed this. I needed to vent, to process the complete circus that my life had become.“Nessa? Nessa Stevens?” Sam wheezed between laughs. “The high school demon? Bro, where’s the hidden camera? You cannot convince me this isn’t a prank!”I ran a frustrated hand through my hair, tak
"I can't do this," I muttered, standing upI was done. This was a mistake."Sit."Her voice was sharp, commanding. And just like that, I was back in high school—back to being the insecure kid she used to torment. That boy I thought I had buried years ago suddenly clawed his way to the surface, shrinking under her gaze.I had convinced myself that I had changed. That I had grown. That I had become someone who wouldn't be affected by Nessa Stevens anymore.But the way my body acted before my mind could stop it—the way I sank back into my seat, avoiding her eyes—told me otherwise.She smirked. I hated that smirk."Good boy," she said, leaning back. "Now, let’s talk business."I exhaled slowly, forcing my hands to stay still on the table. "Fine."She crossed her legs, taking her time as she studied me. "We’re getting married in two months. My father expects me to ‘get to know you,’ but honestly? I have better things to do. So here’s the deal."She leaned forward slightly. "We’ll put on a
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