The Smiling Proud Wanderer

Rule number 3: “I can have your body whenever I want” Angelica Montez got into a contract marriage with the proud and arrogant Alexandre Dollarze in order to save her father's company, “As you're signing this contract you should bear in mind that this marriage is just for the benefit of our families, my parents will help revive your father's company while you marry me till I become the CEO of Dollarze Conglomerate. This marriage is strictly transactional and nothing more so don't expect any husband duties from me. Sometimes life and plans does not usually go as expected and that was the case in Alexandre and Angelica’s marriage cause what was supposed to be a contract marriage, slowly escalated when they made a dangerous deal of him being her doting husband, which resulted in feeling getting caught in, emotions interfering, and their life becoming messy. In their marriage which is more like a game of chess, who's going to win, Love or ego?

Three years ago, Alaric shattered all expectations. The proud Alpha heir of the Black Moon Pack, he defied the Elders and broke a thousand-year-old bloodline law. He chose to mate with me. A rogue Omega. When his childhood sweetheart, Rowena, humiliated me, he threw her entire family out of the pack. After we mated, Alaric’s love for me became an obsession. Everyone said he would tear the whole North apart if I even got a scratch. I thought I was special. The one rogue lucky enough to capture the future Alpha's heart. I thought our mate bond meant he'd be loyal forever. Until I discovered his betrayal. He had a pup with Rowena. And the mate mark he gave me? Our bond? It was all a lie. I turned to my best friend. "In three days, help me fake my death. I need to disappear from Alaric's world forever."

My husband, James Zeller, and I have established a common-law marriage. We did not have a formal wedding ceremony, nor do we have a marriage license. We also live separately, our lives barely intertwining, because he has a special profession. Therefore, despite being married to him for seven years, we've never met each other's friends and relatives. As his wife, I'm proud of being married to him despite how it pains me. I'm willing to give up the opportunity to study at the National Academy of Sciences to take care of things at home while he works. One day, my son, Jasper Chalder, comes home from elementary school crying. He sobs about not being a bastard child and requests to see James. Greatly distressed, I decide to take him to visit the military base over the new year for a family reunion. However, I don't expect this trip to turn my life completely upside down.

Ruthless CEO Felix Velasquez once treated his maid Lia with cold cruelty, mistaking his intense feelings for her as mere obsession and possession. Everything changed when he got hurt and Lia stayed to care for him, patient and gentle despite all the pain he caused her. He finally realized the truth, he wasn’t bad to her because he didn’t care,he was bad because he was already deeply in love, too proud and stupid to admit it. He confesses everything, telling her she’s the first thing he looks for every day and the only one he wants. But Lia, who also likes him more than she lets on, is too scared to trust him. Fear of getting hurt again and the gap between their worlds make her reject him. But Felix never gives up. He is determined to prove his love is real, no matter how long it takes to win her heart.

After the most wanted bachelor in Renowoods, Marvin Chambers, lost his memory, he began to pursue me relentlessly. I dated Marvin for three years and fell hopelessly in love with him. Just when I was about to tell him I was pregnant, I overheard a girl who used to bully me say to him, "Thanks for pretending to lose your memory and pulling 99 pranks on Serena just to avenge me. "Once you hit 100, I'll be your girlfriend." That was when I finally understood—Shirley Hunt was the one Marvin had always loved. And I was just the fool he used to make her laugh. Later, I died in a plane crash. Marvin lost his mind searching through the wreckage, only to find a single ring. Inside, it was engraved: [Hope You'll Love Me After 100 Pranks]. They say he collapsed crying in the debris and had to be rushed to the hospital after passing out. When he woke up, he turned against everyone who had helped him prank me. Meanwhile, I stood smiling in the snowstorm of Frontania, watching as my medical records went up in flames. He had faked amnesia to win my heart, so I faked my death to teach him a lesson.

"Did you just lie to me?" He asked in his lowly yet furious voice. She felt shivers running down her spine, as her heartfelt sinking. She tried to speak but couldn't find her lost voice, but she knew if she keeps him waiting, it could be dangerous for her, so she shook her head in a 'no'. But unfortunately, it was not convincing enough as he approached her, making her take a step back. Smiling sadistically at her whimpering body, he towered her. He licked his dried lip, sensing her fear and lowered to her level, purring in her ear, "On my lap, baby doll." ~ 𝐒𝐔𝐏𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃| 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐇𝐔𝐌𝐎𝐑| 𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐄𝐃 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 ~ LOONA, University of Heros was established by dark Queen herself, in order to protect the super-powered kids, until and unless they are capable enough to protect themselves but others as well. The school was known for its powerful attire and not only providing students with high-quality facilities or topmost security but also helped them use their powers as the elementals. Saving herself she, recognised as a psychopath, dominated the whole super-powered school, alone. But what if she gets someone from her competition? Will she be able to save herself from the darkness of the universe? Especially when he himself is interested in getting the girl? 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆: This story not only contain sex scenes but also have BDSM and DDLG elements. So VANILLA readers QUIET the story RIGHT NOW!

Everyone in the social circle of Kingsford said I was nothing more than a lapdog raised by Charles Mankin. I was always at his beck and call. I did every filthy, ludicrous thing for him under the sun. When he street raced, I rode shotgun. When he drank himself senseless, I made him hangover soup. When he chased girls, I prepared protection for them. Over time, everyone knew: Charles had a dog who never ran, never bit back, no matter how hard he kicked. They all said I must be madly in love with him. Even Charles started to believe it. So he pushed further, more freely, more cruelly, crossing lines as if they never existed. Then came my twenty-fifth birthday. He, in a rare stroke of mercy, said he'd celebrate it with me. But instead, what he got was the news that I was leaving the country. He went berserk, charging through the airport like a man possessed. I peeled his fingers off my wrist one by one, smiling like I'd never been happier. "Don't be stupid," I told him, still smiling. "That was never love." That night, Charles smashed apart his family home like a rabid dog.

I waited for Alex for over five years. I endured the whispers of the clan, the mocking gazes, the judgment from his family who never thought I was good enough. Still, I waited—because I loved him. I believed in him. I trusted that he would choose me in the end. But the truth shattered me. One evening, I saw his laptop left open. And on the screen—countless photos of Elsa. His childhood sweetheart. His first love. It felt like a knife twisting in my chest. While I was drowning in problems, silently begging for his support, he was smiling by her side. All those years I gave him... all that waiting… I got nothing. So I left. Broken. Exhausted. Done pretending I was okay. I traveled far from our pack, seeking solitude under the excuse of pack relocation. But the truth was, I was trying to stitch myself back together—one breath, one step, one bitter tear at a time.But now… he’s gone mad looking for me. Why, Alex? Why do you search for me now, after crushing me so completely? When I stood by you, you looked past me. Now that I’ve finally let go… Why do you care?

Sylvia White was desperate for her eighteenth birthday to arrive, so that she could finally move away from her mother. She was exhausted of moving homes because of her mother's changing lovers. However, Sylvia was shocked to learn her mother will be getting married this time! And the marriage wouldn't only result in a stepfather but a stepbrother too! The very stepbrother that got her heart racing at first sight! But at the same time, she wanted the marriage to last, so that her mother wouldn't have to move again. Blake Knight was deemed dangerous by most; he was like a ticking time bomb. He made decisions without concern for anyone, and the only person he ever loved was his mother. Having someone taking his mother's place aggravated him, and he was ready to let this relationship fail. More so, he felt annoyed by the smiling Sylvia who made him feel all sorts of desires and wanted to destroy her to see how pathetic she was. Would Blake be successful in doing so or would he succumb to his desires? Will Sylvia be able to handle her feelings for her brother? Will she be able to break away those walls around him or scared away by him?

Yselle Morel is watching her family's glassworks collapse—unpaid wages, angry suppliers, a bank ready to shut the gates. When Renaud Valois, a feared billionaire financier, offers a rescue, it comes with a cruel condition: marriage. He says it’s business. His eyes say it’s revenge. In Valois’s riverside estate outside Paris, Yselle plays the obedient wife—smiling, thanking staff, acting harmless. She calls it "wife camouflage." Then she finds a locked room behind the library wall: a war room filled with files, photos, and timelines about her father’s life… and a folder stamped with Yselle’s name. Renaud didn’t choose her. He planned her. As “accidents” start closing in—tampered brakes, poisoned tea, a near fall on a dark stairwell—Yselle realizes the marriage isn’t only punishment. It’s protection. Someone wants her silent before the Day 30 board vote that will decide her family’s future. And the closer she gets to the truth, the more she fears the man who raised her. On the eve of the vote, Yselle opens the last drawer in the war room and finds an envelope addressed to her—in her mother’s handwriting. The ink looks fresh. Then the lights go out, and a voice behind her whispers, “Don’t trust your husband.”