Prologue

Rosaline POV

As I tried to focus my vision onto that person through the crack of the curtains, my whole world shattered in a few minutes. The room was dark, but the light from the lamp on the side of the bed made me believe my eyes were not lying.

The echoes of his groaning dripping into my ears made me weak in my knees. My chest felt the pain as if bullets were being shot right into me. My heart suddenly felt suffocated, and tears were effortlessly rolling down my cheeks with my unbearable pain.

"Wider— open your legs fucking wider, bitch,"

His words made me feel a lump in my throat, ready to throw up, which I immediately prevented by putting my palm over my mouth.

“Aaaaannhhhhhhh, yessssss, thereeeee, fuckk meee, Kellen,”

The girl on his fours, taking him from behind, moaned back in response. Her hair was tied in a tight ponytail, her breast falling out of that revealing black corset, and his hand on her butt with his fingers hooking in the lining of her panty to keep it aside from her vagina, enough to tell me who she was.

A Whore.

"Isn't your wedding dayyyyy tomorrowww aaahhhhhh?"

Her words tightened my stomach, and more tears started falling from my eyes. 

How could he even do it? Was he playing all the time? Those roses, those texts, those dates were all just to make me and my family a fool?

He landed a tight spank on his butt cheeks, and she winced in a painful moan.

"Ahhhhhhhh,"

My feet shook as I tried to escape the room's window. 

"It is, but who cares about that little damsel in distress,"

He groaned and held his ponytail in his fist to pull his head back while thrusting harder into her.

"Cum for me, you little bitch, tell me you are all mine,"

His words were the last thing that I wanted to listen to now.

"Ahhhh, yessss, I am all yourssss,"

She moaned back, and I broke into a thousand more cries. I moved my feet around, not knowing what I would do now. My father's condition had worsened. We did not have any more days.

And, I could not marry this man knowing what was ahead for me.

My future was clear before my very eyes. In these five minutes, I realized what Kellen was taking me for. In these six months, all he was after was my Billion-dollar heritage.

What a clever man he was. He had his own billion-dollar company and only wanted to direct the funds through my father's company to his through this alliance.

And he used the situation of my father's failing health. The marriage proposal, the drama of falling in love with me. How could I be such a fool to fall into that trap?

How could you be such a fool, Rosaline?

How could you be such a bait for him? And how the hell am I going to tell my father?

I did not know, but I had to do something to protect the years-old lineage of my family. I wanted to run away from him, but where would I go now?

With my tearful vision, I stumbled upon a man while running from there.

"Careful!"

His voice caught my attention, and I immediately pulled myself back and started to wipe my tears off.

"I am sorry, I am sorry, I am so so sorry,"

The tears turned into a river, and I did not know why I felt so heavy in my chest and my voice shaky and scared.

"Hey, calm down; what happened? Are you okay? Are you looking for someone? Where are your parents?"

I felt his hand on my shoulder and immediately pushed it away.

"What do I look to you? A child?"

My voice was shaky and breathless, and I fell to my knees, suddenly, all broken. And burst into cries.

I could feel my whole life ruined into thousands of pieces.

"Calm down,"

His voice traveled down in my ear, and I hiccuped uncontrollably. My tearful gaze landed upon the handkerchief he forwarded, and I hesitated to take it, shaking my head slowly.

"Come with me,"

He said and held my wrist gently to help me stand up on my feet, and I felt even more vulnerable.

"You found him cheating on you, right?"

His words escaped through the painful silence of the gallery, and I felt a frightening shiver running down my spine. 

How the hell did he know?

I lifted my gaze to look at his face, only to notice and drown in his gray eyes looking back at me. 

"How do you know?"

The words escaped through my lips effortlessly while staring at his thick and long eyebrows, his sharp jaw, and beautiful fuller lips of dark pink color. 

"It is my party, and he is my biggest competitor,"

He informed, and I felt a knot in my stomach with his low, deep, hoarse voice. My brows thinned in a line as I tried to remember his background a little, and he said.

"Dominic Martinez,"

I lowered my gaze to look at his hand, waiting for my hand for a handshake, and suddenly I felt all smaller. 

Smaller in size, minor in wealth, more petite in power, and small in every fucking sense available.

Inhaling a sharp breath invisibly, I forward my hand, sweating due to nervousness and fright. I looked at him, turning my hand a little, rubbing his thumb slowly on the back of my hand, and leaning in to kiss my knuckles.

"Ros…Rosaline Anderson,"

I managed to say and tried to pull my hand slowly as the touch of his lips made me feel even weaker in my knees. 

"Come with me,"

He said, and I felt him wrapping his warm coat around my shoulders. I inhaled sincerely, trying to calm my crying hiccups down.

I was stranded through the gallery with him leading to the balcony; the night had grown darker and the weather chilly. I looked at him, pulling the chair for me. And I slowly lowered myself to sit. My fingers were literally shaking at his moment. I had just seen my fiance cheating on me just a day before our wedding.

My father was bedridden, waiting for me to get married and see his billion-dollar empire going to the right hands before he finally gave up on his cancer.

"It is your wedding tomorrow,"

His voice caught my attention, and I saw him sitting across from me.

"Yes, thank you for reminding me,"

I said and let the fresh tears roll down my cheeks. What the hell would I do now? Should I tell my father that I could not marry him? But it would make him furious, and he would lose the leftover hope in me.

He pushed the glass of water towards me, and I gulped, wrapping my fingers around it. Slowly and nervously.

"You have to calm down,"

He said, and his words were making me only more tense. I nodded slightly and thought of the possibilities available to me now.

I could not marry him, not after seeing that side of him. He did not care about me. He only managed for the company all this while and no doubt he would be a suitable heir for the company, but that does not mean I would be able to make babies with him knowing that he might be fucking someone after fucking me.

That only meant I needed someone else to marry me and take over the company. But finding someone required time, and I did not have the fucking time. The doctors had told me many times that my father was not ready to sign the will until seeing my husband.

I needed a Husband.

My nerves swelled up with desperation, and suddenly, his voice caught my attention.

"Should I drive you home? Miss Rosaline,"

He asked while checking out the time on his mobile phone, and I looked at the stars shining bright. Exhaling deeply, I tried to think of anything workable.

And suddenly, the thought hit my mind.

"Will you marry me?"

I asked bluntly and looked at him, widening his eyes at me.

"What?"

He questioned, and I immediately palmed my face with shame.

"I am sorry, I am sorryyyyyy, I am so sorrry. I shouldn't have said that,"

I started to apologize while shaking my head.

"I am sorry. But my father is dying and is desperate to pass the heritage to someone who can handle this. I am sorry for sounding so… desperate,"

I tried to say, and he replied dryly.

"I don't do marriages,"

My voice hung in my throat, and my lips moved inside between my teeth; feeling ashamed of what I said, I shook my head.

"I am sorry. Consider as if I had not said it,"

I tried to say and stood up, but he inhaled deeply and proposed.

"We can negotiate,"

His words made absolutely no sense to me, and I slowly sat back and asked.

"What do you mean?"

He clicked his tongue and leaned forward, placing his hands on the table while undoing his cufflinks and rolling his white shirt to his forearms.

"Kellen Sinclair is my enemy in the business. I want to rule the industry, and you want to ruin his life. His business is his life. With you pulling out the investments by not marrying him will strengthen my position. And, in return, I will pass on your father's whole heritage to you. That means you get your company, and I get what I want,"

He said, and I inhaled deeply after listening to him carefully.

"But, you said you don't do marriages,"

I reminded him, and he nodded.

"Yes, that's why we can sign the contract and get rid of each other after six months. You will be free with your company, I will be free of my competitor, and Kellen Sinclair will be ruined. That means if you want, I can marry you but just for six months as I am not so busy in these six months,"

He said, and I shook my head a little.

"I cannot run a company. My education is not yet completed,"

I tried to say it slowly, feeling embarrassed to accept it.

"Wait! How old are you?"

He asked, lifting his brows, and I blinked nervously while answering in a shaky voice.

"Nineteen in two months,"

I looked at his eyes turning from neutral to dark in a matter of few seconds, and he inhaled deeply while leaning back against the chair and looking away from me with a slight smile.

"Fuck! you are a child,"

He said, and I felt weak in my knees.

"I am not a child. I am a teenager. I am going to be an independent woman. It's just for the sake of the company; I am getting married at an early age,"

I tried to say, and he brought his gaze back to me, leaned forward again on the table, and looked intensely into my eyes while shaking his head slowly.

"So, you agree?"

He asked, and I felt my heartbeats racing wild and my body feeling colder than before. I gulped, looking into his gray eyes, feeling smaller than ever. His aura screams authority, power, and destruction. And, I tried to say.

"I have three 

questions,"

He inhaled deeply and nodded.

"Bring it on,"

Sucking on my lower lips, I asked the first one.