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#contract marriage #royal prince #forced marriage #playboy love # one-night stand #CEO Romance "Don't you think you're responsible after stealing my first kiss?" he asked mockingly. "It's just a kiss, not virginity moreover you're a boy, why do you care that much for a kiss?" she replied with a shiver. "So you're planning to steal my virginity too?" he asked with a smirk. "No.. no" she replied with a stammering tone. "Then take the responsibility" he said with a straight face. "I hate you you're an emotionless bastard" she screamed while crying. She is hope while he is despair, with two drastically distinct backgrounds and personalities they become one and produce a vivid illustration He is a man of every girl's dream, he is a man of every man's inspiration A perfect role model to a country, whom the country respects he is a royal prince and CEO of a most popular MNC. No one knows his dark side, but the one who know his dark side is a little girl. She loved him from first sight for years, he loved her from first kiss the guy who never let any girl to approach him finally made a girl to stay in his side with force. She is the light in his dark world will she become light in his dark world? or will she also disappear in his dark world? The girl who loved him started disliking for his evil side now it's his turn to lock her with him will she ever know his true side behind his evil side. The marriage with a contract, the life with a lock of hate. She is the one for him, he is one she hate a love story of responsibility and motive destiny's games. NOTE: mature content, violence, drugs etc

I was five months pregnant when my husband, James Fletcher, allowed his mistress to invade our lives—on the very night of our wedding anniversary. But she didn’t just come to flaunt her presence. She came to take my life. Pregnant and vulnerable, I confronted her, desperately clinging to my dignity. But the fight ended with me tumbling down the staircase, my swollen belly crashing against the cold, hard ground. Blood seeped across the floor, vivid and unrelenting. James only arrived after hearing about his precious mistress’ ordeal. He stood there, staring at the pool of blood, at my broken body. But instead of helping me, he rushed to her side. She had nothing but a few superficial scratches, yet he swept her off to the hospital like she was the one dying. By the time he returned, my child was gone. The doctors barely managed to save me. And what did James do? He struck me in front of everyone, his words sharper than the sting of his hand. "Lisa only wanted to bring you a Christmas gift, and you attacked her out of nowhere! You shameless witch!" “She didn’t force her way in! What nonsense! I gave her the house key ages ago. You just can’t stand that she’s prettier and kinder than you!" “You didn’t just hurt her. You killed my child! You vile, despicable woman. Why couldn’t it have been you instead?” Lisa stood beside him, pretending to comfort him while flashing me a smug, victorious smirk. James’s vicious tirade didn’t stop there. He dragged my name onto the internet, painting me as a monster.