Previously known as Married to my sister's fiancé "Are you......Emily Jones? The biological daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Jones?" The lawyer asked and I nodded. He let out a sigh of relief and continued. "Well, there are some things you need to know." "Go on," I said and he continued. "Before you Grandfather and Grandmother die, they sign a contract with the Stephano family, that the first daughter of the Jones family will be given to the first son of the Stephano family as a wife" "What?!" ... Emily Jones was a very normal girl living a wonderful life but one bad day she was fired then came home to catch her boyfriend cheating with her friend so she decided to go see her parents and then found out her grandparents sign a contract with the most wealthy family in the country, the Stephano family. Can her day get any worst? Follow Emily on this journey to find out what will happen... ... #1 in billionaire [May 10, 2019] #1 in marriage [May 10, 2019] #4 in romance [May 10, 2019] [WARNING!!! This book is not edited. Please read at your own risk!]

Poem dedicated to the one I admire and have hidden feelings for. She isn't aware that a sort of being (me) is deeply and limitlessly in love with her; the reasons being infinite but I am unable to explain not even a mere one...

He needs a place to live, she needs a baby daddy. Pietro Santangelo and Marguerite White are students at prestigious Columbia University in New York City. She is a fun-loving, free spirit who finds herself in a bit of a familial bind, he is an exchange student with a chronic case of poverty. They concoct a plan that they think will work, not realizing how much changes with two simple words... Pete merely looked at her and opened a box of books. He took some out and began placing them on the shelves, bending and stretching at his task. He had a nice back, broad shoulders and muscles that could be seen clearly under his light blue T-shirt. Daisy watched for a minute, fascinated. "Like what you see?" he asked without turning around. She jumped at the sound of his voice. "Well, you're the only thing in the room that's moving, you know?" she said by way of explanation. He turned around to look at her, books in either hand, a small grin on his face. "Of course, what was I thinking?" he asked rhetorically. "And look. We're both adults here, hm?" He looked carefully at her. "The couch we just brought up here cost fifty dollars at the second-hand store, and has to be at least thirty years old. I don't want to sleep on it, and I don't think you're going to want to sleep on it, either." She shook her head. "So the bed is nice and big," he continued. "I think we can manage, don't you? We can share the bed." He watched her for her reaction. "I give you my word this is not going to be a problem for me. At all. Is this going to be a problem for you?" She looked at him. "Really? At all?" She recovered from the unintentional meaning of his words quickly. "No, it won't be a problem for me, either," she said firmly. "We can share the bed." Content warning: This story contains mature sexual content, and themes of premarital sex and sexual assault.

CURRENTLY IN THE PROCESS OF BEING REWRITTEN!

In the era where swords rule, where women consider their modesty their greatest virtue. Where a man would kill to find his wife warming another mans bed, a time when women would consider it the greatest of adultery or fornication to warm a bed other than her husbands. A time when an honorable man guards his gaze, for his gaze is solely for his wife alone, as well as his heart. He's feared, ruthless, cold, heartless, manipulative, cunning, a rake. Or so they assume... She's beautiful yet silent, not by a defect, she simply dislikes to mingle with gossip.Yet she has emotional scars that no one sees behind her smile, but a few. Cover by @forcade