Lahat ng Kabanata ng Will You Marry Me?: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

ANYA Valentine’s Day; The day of lovers, the day I had been waiting for with my heart in my throat and dreams in my eyes. Today was going to be my day. My perfect day. I rushed into the bar, my heart pounding in anticipation. The sight of Cross made my breath catch, as it always did. He was sitting there, looking effortlessly perfect. His hair was slightly messy, his smile casually charming, and his presence magnetic. I had loved him since high school, and even now, in college, that love hadn’t faded. If anything, it had only grown stronger. He was the guy all the girls wanted, yet somehow, he remained single. That was part of his charm...unreachable, mysterious, untouchable. But not to me. I believed I had a chance. I wasn’t supposed to school at Kings college. My parents had wanted me to attend a more prestigious one, but I had whined, begged, and complained until they sent me there.....where Cross was. To me, nothing mattered more than being near him. Yesterday, I had done

ANYA I couldn’t decide what was worse: the fact that Cross wanted nothing to do with me or that Hunter Steele, of all people, had decided I was going to be his wife. My chest tightened as the memory of Hunter’s kiss flashed through my mind. I wiped my lips again, as though I could erase the feeling. "Oh, Cross," I thought miserably. "What can I do to win you back? You were the one who told me to approach Hunter Steele. I only did it for you, but now I’m the one paying the price." My phone felt heavy in my hand as I scrolled to Cross’s number. Desperation gnawed at me. I just needed to explain, to tell him what really happened. Maybe if he listened, he would forgive me. But when I called, the automated voice informed me that my number had been blocked. The rejection hit me like a slap. My heart felt like it was being ripped apart. I still remembered the look on his face before he walked out of the bar....the disgust in his eyes, the finality in his voice. And the stares of e

ANYAI finally understood why people said Hunter Steele was ruthless. He didn’t just make threats; he acted on them without hesitation. The fear in my mother’s eyes, my father collapsing on the floor, my brother trying to stay strong....it was all my fault. I had dragged my family into this nightmare.As I stared at Hunter, who stood tall and unyielding, I hated him more than I’d ever hated anyone. But despite my hatred, a few hours later, I found myself standing beside him in court. His presence was suffocating, his control absolute.The ceremony was brief, emotionless. Before I knew it, the judge pronounced us husband and wife. My heart sank as the reality of my new life hit me. This wasn’t a fairytale. This was a cage.Once we stepped outside the court, Hunter pulled out his phone and made a call. “Send a hundred-billion-dollar contract to Blake Enterprise,” he ordered. “They’re my in-laws now.”I stared at him, shocked. A hundred billion dollars? My family’s company had been teete

ANYA I blinked several times, my heart pounding wildly in my chest. My brain was screaming at me to move, to run, to do anything....but I was frozen in place as Hunter Steele kept on holding me, his damp hair dripping water onto his shoulders, his chest bare, and a single piece of clothing—a pair of briefs—clinging to him. "Did he just take a bath?" I wondered, panicking. Then it hit me like a truck. "This is his bedroom. Oh no! How did I walk into the lion's den?" A shiver ran down my spine. Not because of the chill, but because of the way Hunter's cold, furious gaze bore into me. Then, to my utter confusion, his expression shifted. The anger faded, replaced by something else..... amusement. "I asked you a question," he said, his voice low and commanding. "What are you doing in my bedroom when I clearly warned you to stay away?" "I... I..." My voice trailed off. My mind, which should have been coming up with a brilliant excuse, decided to take a vacation. Great timing, brain

ANYA I suddenly pulled away from Hunter's arm, my head spinning. "What just happened?" I asked myself, my thoughts a chaotic storm. "How had the man I hated made me feel so wonderful?" I was shocked and embarrassed, my emotions tumbling over one another. For a brief moment, it felt like I had become someone else entirely, someone unfamiliar. Yet, no matter how much I tried to deny it, one thing was certain: I had never felt such overwhelming bliss and euphoria in my entire life. Hunter rose from the bed, his movements slow and deliberate. My eyes unintentionally darted downward, widening at the sight of the unmistakable bulge between his legs. Heat rushed to my cheeks, and I quickly turned away, feeling mortified. He chuckled softly, the sound deep and smug. Walking over to the door, he unlocked it with a soft click. Leaning casually against the doorframe, he glanced back at me. "Go down the hallway," he said, his tone even, "second room on your right. That’s the dining r