Indecent Proposal Novel Novels & Stories

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"A proposal?" "Yes, a proposal that would be in your favor from every aspect. You would be gaining precious things and opportunities you didn't even think of till now if you accept my proposal." His twisted words had my mind running a marathon at the fastest speed and at every angle. I don't know why but I found something fishy. "What is it?" "I'm proposing my niece, Evelyn's, marriage with you!" There he dropped the bomb on me. **** Writer's POV:- In some distant part of the city:-

He leaned to whisper something in her ear and only then did she rise and scurry past me, leaving behind her perfume and cheap desperation. “Don’t you have any dignity?” I asked once she was gone, my disgust obvious. “She’s your employee. I thought you were getting married.” His smirk only widened as he pushed up from his chair and perched on the edge of his desk, facing me. “You see me after all this time and the first thing you do is judge me?” His tone dripped with sarcasm. “And yes. I’m getting married.” I scoffed, shaking my head. Married? Whoever that woman was, she had no idea what kind of man she was tying herself to. Matthew didn’t settle. He didn’t commit. He used women like he used

We looked like we were running away. The caption read: Billionaire's Mystery Fiancée: Gold Digger or True Love? I scrolled through the comments. My hands started shaking. She's so pretty! This is like a real life Cinderella story! Are you kidding? She proposed to him after catching her boyfriend cheating. Total gold digger move. I'd do the same thing if I had the chance lol She doesn't even look like she belongs in his world. This won't last. Someone had posted side by side photos of me and Diella. The comparison was brutal. Diella looked perfect in every shot. Designer clothes, professional makeup, confident smile. I looked like I'd borrowed someone else's life.

"Nah, let's just keep it casual, or Diane will get hurt." "Diane? She's been following me everywhere, and it's driving me crazy. But I've got a plan to make her quit. Just watch." Maggie laughed heartily, asking about the details. Livio's voice came through playful and smug. "Her birthday is in a week. I'll throw her a party, fake a proposal, and humiliate her in front of everyone. Then she won't have the nerve to chase me again." Maggie's eyes crinkled with amusement, while I stood in the shadows, feeling a chill down my spine. It felt like an invisible hand was squeezing my heart, the dull throb making me shake all over.

I grabbed the pillow and smothered my squeals as I rolled over. It was hardly possible. I was having a hard time believing it was happening in reality. The way my body ignited in his presence was enough for me to accept his proposal without any monetary additions. In fact, I knew I could dissuade him from giving me exorbitant amounts of money. That part of his proposal was outrageous. After I had settled down, I opened my luggage and pulled out a pair of night clothes. I wandered into the bathroom, admiring the gleaming marble and exquisite fixtures before going through my unimpressive nighttime rituals.

The whispers about my sexuality weren't just rumors–they were vultures circling, ready to pounce. Shareholders has started asking questions, clients were hesitant, and the media, as always, thrived on chaos. One headline stood out among the rest: “Is New York’s Most Eligible Bachelor Really Gay?” I clenched my Jaw at the memory,my fists tightening. It wasn't the accusations that bothered me–it was the implications. Nexus, my company couldn't afford to lose investors or credibility all for baseless gossip. And so here I am. Married–or at least about to be–Julianna Adams. A woman who hated me as much as I hated her. A woman whose stubbornness matched my control. A relationship with no strings

“Mr. Aiden, will you marry me? Aiden's eyes widened in shock, his eyebrows shooting up in surprise. His face froze, his lips parting slightly as if he was about to speak, but no words came out. His gaze locked onto Rose's, his eyes searching hers for any sign of jest. As the shock began to wear off, a mixture of emotions flitted across his face: confusion, curiosity, and a hint of intrigue. His eyes narrowed slightly, his gaze intensifying as he studied Rose's determined expression. He chuckled slightly and asked, “Why? “I have a proposal for you, and it will benefit both you and me,” Rose said, still looking determined to get what she wanted. Aiden's eyebrows scrunched up in surprise, and h

“This isn’t about headlines for me. It never was.” She nodded once. Unsure. But she didn’t let go. --- Camille’s Apartment – That Evening Camille slammed her laptop shut as the conference ended. “They’re playing the love story card?” she snapped. Declan, lounging on her couch with a whiskey glass, didn’t flinch. “Let them. The public eats that up—until it bites back.” “You better have something better than edited video, Declan.” He smirked and slid an envelope across the table. Camille opened it—pages of internal documents, board meeting notes, and confidential memos.

Just the pull between a stranger and the hunger he stirred in me, dark and reckless, asking to be answered. He caught the back of my neck and pulled me in, our mouths clashing as we traded breath and heat, tongues sliding together while soft moans slipped free. Nothing had really happened yet, but my body already knew, this was going to ruin me in the best way. “I’m going to enjoy fucking those tits,” he growled, flinging my bra across the room. I pulled back and reached for his belt, the buckle still loose from the last time I’d had him in my mouth. I dragged it down with his underwear, and his length spilled free, heavy and warm, brushing between my thighs.