The Substitute

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"Bella." Her name rolled off his tongue perfectly. Like it was meant to be, from the very start.

"You're mine and only mines. I guard what belongs to me." He whispered into her ears, nibbling her earlobes gently.

"But we are not in love, for God sake, Marco! How many times do I have to tell you that?" She said exasperatedly. And though she seem fine on the outside, it hurts her to say the painful truth.

The truth which they both perfectly know.

That man would be death of her. She thought.

"Oh that agapitós, you cannot be more wrong."

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A man-whore billionaire and a shy broken heiress. When their world clashed, will it cause trouble or a perfect love formulae?

Two different person, on a quest to find the love they thought they would never had.

He needs a bride and she was most unwilling to be the one.

Will the act stay loveless, or will it turn out to be what it always happened in fairytales?

Bitter yet sweet.

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**under serious editing x