Marie Smith, a twenty five year old who found herself married to the man she'd dreamt of being with her entire life. She'd ended up with the celebrity of her dream, but then the marriage didn't end up being what she'd expected it to be. Henry Smith, a thirty year old successful billionaire who'd created his fame and wealth on his own. He's got the charm every female wants in a man, but lacks one thing. Being a good husband. --- "Henry, let's get a divorce." I'd said it. The word I'd wanted to say for a year already. His gaze shifted from the papers to mine, and he held it. "Please, just free me from this bondage you call marriage." I needed freedom, and I hoped he also felt the same need. He straightened his brows, checking the time on his obviously extremely expensive wrist watch, like he was late for somewhere and I was stopping him from leaving. He turned back to me, looking as uninterested as ever. As I stared at his features, I realized how easily it was to fall for such a handsome face. I mean, who on earth would not fall for his chiseled jawline and defined facial structure that exuded confidence. His subtly curved lips with his sharp cheekbones and straight nose always caught the attention of every single female on earth. It didn't help that he had to be born with beautiful green eyes, an unexpected contrast to his black hair which added to the beauty of his deep set eyes, adding depth and mystery. Broad shoulders and chest that seemed chiseled from granite filled out his athletic build, there was no way that saw him wouldn't end up drooling over him. I mean, he literally towers of everyone at six foot two inches with six fucking packs and an extremely hot stature. So yeah, I was also part of those female drooling over him till we actually got married- "No." His voice snapped me out of my admiration town. --- What happens when Henry asks her to wait a year till they get a divorce and she finds herself actually getting attracted to him again?

He was the strictest Dom, loves to control women and she was a free bird, didn't like to be controlled by anybody. He was into the BDSM and she hates it. He was finding a challenging submissive for himself and she was a perfect match for him but she wasn't ready to accept his offer because she lived her life without any rules and regulations. She wanted to fly high like a free bird without any limitations. He has a burning desire to control her because she was his perfect choice but she was a hard nut to crack. He was crazy to make her his submissive and control her mind, soul and body. What will be the spark between them? Will it end with Dom dropping the whip or the bird getting into the cage? To know these answers join the cute and intense journey of the hot and strictest Master and his cute little butterfly. *** "I flared up by looking at the person like you." "What do you mean by this?" "I mean you're a Dominant who controls people life and I hate it." "You don't know anything, butterfly. At least experience it, then hate it." "It will be better if I throw you out of the cafe by kicking your ass." His eyes widened a bit in shock. "This will also be a new experience for me." I grinned. "Butterfly, you will regret if you ever do this to me or even say this to me again." His tone became stern suddenly. "Oh, I'm so scared." I scoffed. "Fuck you and get the hell out of my cafe if you don't want me to kick your ass." He frowned and dragged me to the backside of the cafe by seizing my wrist. Then he pushed me into the party hall and hurriedly locked the door. "What the fuck do you think of yourself? You," "Shut up." He roared, cutting my words. He again grasped my wrist and dragged me to the sofa. He sat down and with a swift motion, he yanked me down and bent me over his lap. He pinned me against the sofa by pressing his hand on my back and locked my legs between his legs. What he is doing? Fear rushed down my spine.