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[ScenariosWithJane]

Part 18:

The silence stretched between you, heavy and charged. His body hovered over yours, his presence suffocating in the best—and worst—way. Every inch of you was aware of him, of the way his hands traced slow, deliberate paths along your skin, of the heat radiating from him.

"You’re so tense, " he murmured, his fingers brushing over your arm before sliding down to your wrist, where your pulse thrummed beneath his touch. "Still fighting me?"

You swallowed hard, refusing to answer.

A low chuckle rumbled in his chest. "You can fight all you want, " he said, tilting your chin up with two fingers, forcing you to meet his gaze. "But you're mine now."

The way he said it—so sure, so final—sent a shiver through you.

His other hand slipped beneath the silk of your nightgown, his touch featherlight, teasing. Your breath hitched, your body betraying you as you arched slightly at the contact.

He noticed.

A dark smirk played on his lips, and before you could even think of resisting, he lowered his mouth to your neck, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin there. He lingered, inhaling deeply, like he was savoring you.

"You smell like trouble, " he murmured against your throat, his voice rough with something unspoken. "And yet, I can't stay away."

Your fingers curled into the sheets, your heartbeat hammering in your ears.

He dragged his lips up to your jaw, his breath warm against your skin. "I watched you for so long, " he admitted, his voice dipping lower, more dangerous. "Every time I visited your school, I saw you. Do you know what that did to me?"

You barely shook your head.

"It drove me insane, " he whispered. "You, walking past me without a care in the world, completely unaware of what you were doing to me."

His grip tightened ever so slightly, as if grounding himself. "I wanted you then. I _needed_ you then. And now, " his lips ghosted over yours, "you have no choice but to be mine."

Your breath caught. "This isn't love, " you whispered, unsure why you even said it.

Something flickered in his gaze—dark, unreadable. Then, he smiled. "No, " he said. "It's _obsession_"

Before you could process that, he captured your lips in a slow, claiming kiss.

The last bit of resistance inside you wavered.

And as the night stretched on, there was no escaping him, no escaping the inevitable.

You belonged to him now.

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I am so sorry for late parts my exams were going on ;(

alright part 19:

His lips didn’t stop at your mouth.

They traveled lower, brushing over your jaw, tracing the delicate curve with maddening slowness. His breath was warm, sending a shiver through you as he moved lower still, his lips pressing soft, teasing kisses down your throat.

You gasped when he reached the hollow of your neck, his tongue flicking out to taste you before his teeth scraped lightly over your skin. The sensation sent a jolt through your body, a heat pooling low in your stomach.

"You don’t even realize what you do to me, " he murmured, his voice rough against your skin. His fingers ghosted down your sides, slow and possessive, mapping every inch of you like he had all the time in the world.

Your body tensed when he reached the thin straps of your nightgown, his fingers tracing the fabric before slipping one off your shoulder. The silk slid down effortlessly, baring more of you to his gaze.

His lips followed, pressing soft, deliberate kisses along your shoulder, then lower—like he was unraveling you piece by piece.

"You were made for me, " he whispered, his voice dark, reverent. "Every inch of you."

You sucked in a shaky breath as he kissed his way back up, his mouth lingering just below your ear. "Say it, " he murmured. "Say you’re mine."

Your lips parted, but the words wouldn’t come. Not yet.

He exhaled sharply, his patience thinning. His fingers tilted your chin up, forcing you to meet his gaze. His eyes burned into yours, filled with something raw, something dangerous.

"You _are_ mine, " he murmured against your lips before kissing you again—this time deeper, possessive, as if branding you with every touch.

And when you finally melted against him, your hands grasping onto him as if he was the only solid thing in your world, you both knew—

You had lost the fight.

But maybe, just maybe, you had never stood a chance.

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Part 20:
The room was swallowed by the heavy silence—the only sounds were your uneven breaths and the faint rustle of the silk sheets beneath you.

His lips were still on your neck, trailing lower, slower, leaving a scorching path down your skin. Each kiss was deliberate, like he was marking you, branding you as his.

Your fingers instinctively curled into his shirt, gripping the fabric like it was the only thing keeping you steady. But he didn’t stop—he only pulled back slightly, just enough to meet your eyes.

His gaze was dark, hooded with hunger, but it was the _certainty_ in them that made your stomach twist. There was no hesitation, no question. Only _intent._

His hands slid down your sides, slow and purposeful, mapping every inch of you. His touch was firm but reverent, like he was memorizing you. Like he had been _waiting_ for this moment.

When his lips found your collarbone, he lingered there, pressing a soft, open-mouthed kiss before trailing lower, making his way down your chest. Each press of his mouth against your skin sent a shiver through you.

"You’re shaking, " he murmured against you, his breath warm and teasing. His lips curled faintly. "Nervous, wife?"

You swallowed hard, your throat bobbing as your breath hitched.

His smirk deepened slightly, but his eyes softened, a dangerous tenderness flashing behind them. "You have no reason to be, " he muttered, his voice low and rough, brushing his lips against your skin with every word. "I’ll take care of you."

And he did.

His hands slipped lower, effortlessly parting your legs, spreading them just enough for him to settle. His grip was _firm, possessive_—but his touch was slow, almost gentle.

Your stomach fluttered violently as his fingers trailed along your inner thigh, his gaze locked onto yours the entire time, watching every reaction, every shaky breath you took.

"Look at me, " he murmured darkly.

You did.

And the second your eyes met his, he claimed you. He thrusted hard, a gasp escaped your mouth, but before you could even think about the sudden sensation.

His mouth slanted over yours, kissing you deeply, possessively, as his body pressed into yours. The heat of his skin seared you through the thin fabric between you, leaving you no room to breathe, no space to think.

He moved slowly at first, deliberate, as though he was giving you a chance to pull away. But when you didn’t—when your fingers dug into his back, clinging to him—his movements grew bolder.

And in that moment, you knew.

You were _his._

Completely. Irrevocably.

And there was no escaping it.

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Guys if you all are interested please read my wattpad book ‘His Price, Her fate’ my acc is ‘Jane_imagines’

[ScenariosWithJane]

Ima do it <33

Okay so part 2 babes :

You sat stiffly, heart pounding as he took the seat across from you. His presence was overwhelming—commanding, yet eerily calm. He watched you for a moment, then leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees.

H/n: You’re hard to find, Y/n.

Your fingers curled against your lap. *Hard to find?* You had been going about your life as usual. There was no reason for him to be looking for you in the first place.

Y/n: Why are you looking for me?

His smirk deepened, though his eyes held something unreadable. He pulled out a small envelope from his coat and placed it on the table between you.

H/n: Your father owed a debt. A very large one.

Your stomach dropped. Your father? He barely spoke of his past, but you knew he had been involved in dangerous business before disappearing from your life completely.

Y/n: I don’t understand—

H/n: You don’t have to. Just know that his debt doesn’t disappear because he’s gone.

Your breath hitched.

Y/n: I don’t have that kind of money—

H/n: *I know.*

His voice was smooth, deliberate. He wasn’t here for money.

H/n: That’s why I’m offering an alternative.

You swallowed hard, gripping the edge of the bench.

Y/n: What alternative?

He leaned in, his voice dropping to something almost gentle.

H/n: You belong to me now.


Part 3:

Your breath caught in your throat.

Y/n: *What?*

He sat back, watching you with an unsettling calmness, as if he had just asked you to pass the salt at dinner instead of turning your entire life upside down.

H/n: You heard me. Your father’s debt is substantial—too much for you to ever repay. So, I’m giving you a choice.

He slid the envelope closer to you, tapping a finger against it.

H/n: Either you come with me willingly—belong to me, as my wife, the mother of my heirs… or you find a way to pay it back.

His meaning was clear. You *couldn’t* pay it back. Which meant this wasn’t really a choice at all.

Y/n: You can’t be serious.

His smirk remained, but there was something dark behind it.

H/n: Oh, I am.

Your hands trembled as you opened the envelope. Inside were documents—numbers so high they made your head spin. And at the bottom, a contract.

A *marriage contract.*

You snapped your gaze back to him.

Y/n: This is insane.

H/n: No, Y/n. This is mercy.

He reached forward, brushing his fingers lightly against your wrist.

H/n: I could take what I’m owed by other means. But I’d rather have you.

You flinched, your heart racing.

Y/n: Why me?

H/n: *Because I want you.*

The words sent a chill down your spine.

H/n: You can walk away right now, but if you do… you’ll regret it.

He tilted his head, watching you like a predator who had already decided his prey wouldn’t escape.

H/n: So, what’s it going to be?

Your pulse thundered in your ears. There was no way out.

No escape.

And the worst part? A small, twisted part of you feared what would happen if you said *no.*

Part 4:

Your hands trembled as you clutched the contract. The weight of his words pressed down on you, making it hard to breathe. This wasn’t a choice. It was a carefully laid-out trap, one you had walked into without realizing.

Your father had done this to you.

Y/n: If I sign this… You’ll leave my family alone?

H/n’s smirk faltered, his gaze sharpening.

H/n: Your father is the only reason I gave you a choice at all. I would’ve taken you regardless.

A chill ran down your spine.

Y/n: You were always going to do this…

H/n: *Yes.*

He didn’t even try to deny it. His honesty was more terrifying than a lie ever could have been.

H/n: I’ve been waiting for you. Watching you.

Your blood ran cold.

H/n: Every time I came to your school, I’d catch glimpses of you—laughing with your friends, walking through the halls, completely unaware of me.

He leaned back, studying you like a puzzle he had already solved.

H/n: Do you have any idea how *infuriating* that was? To see you, to want you, and to know you had no clue who I was?

Your stomach twisted.

Y/n: How long?

H/n: *Years.*

The confession stole the breath from your lungs.

H/n: I watched you grow into the woman you are now. Every little detail, every habit, I memorized it. And the longer I watched, the more I knew—no man would ever have you but me.

Your heart pounded violently against your ribs.

Y/n: That’s… That’s insane.

H/n: No, *Y/n.* That’s love.

His fingers tapped against the table, slow and deliberate.

H/n: You’ve been mine for a long time. You just didn’t know it yet.

Your stomach turned. He had been obsessed with you this entire time, lurking in the shadows, waiting for the right moment.

And now, he had you exactly where he wanted.

Y/n: And if I say no?

He chuckled, but there was no humor in it.

H/n: You won’t.

His confidence sent a wave of frustration and helplessness through you. But he was right. What choice did you really have?

Y/n: If I marry you… what happens then?

H/n: *Then, you’ll learn what it means to belong to me.*

He reached forward, brushing a strand of hair from your face, his touch featherlight.

H/n: You’ll live under my roof, under my rules. You’ll be my wife, my possession. And one day, the mother of my children.

Your breath hitched.

Y/n: You—You expect me to give you—

H/n: Heirs. *Yes.*

His voice was calm, but his eyes burned with something far more dangerous.

H/n: But don’t worry, Y/n.

He leaned in, his lips just inches from your ear.

H/n: You’ll learn to love me. *Even if I have to make you.*

A shiver ran down your spine.

You weren’t walking into a marriage.

You were walking into a cage.

Part 5:

Your hands shook as you clutched the contract, your mind racing. This wasn’t just about you anymore.

Y/n: *I—There has to be another way…*

H/n sighed, shaking his head.

H/n: If there was, do you think I’d be here offering you this deal?

His voice was eerily calm, but his next words sent a chill down your spine.

H/n: If the debt isn’t paid in a month—which, let’s be honest, is impossible—your father dies. And worse? They won’t stop there.

Your stomach twisted violently.

Y/n: *What do you mean?*

H/n: They’ll come for your entire family. Your mother. Your siblings—if you have any. And when they’re done with them? They’ll come for you.

He leaned in, his dark eyes locking onto yours.

H/n: Do you know what they do to daughters of men who can’t pay?

Your breathing grew unsteady.

H/n: They sell them. Or worse, they use them for fun until there’s nothing left.

Your vision blurred as panic set in.

Y/n: *Stop—*

H/n: No. You need to understand what’s at stake.

His hand came to your chin, tilting your face toward him.

H/n: *This* is the only way. Marry me, be mine, and I’ll make sure no one ever lays a hand on you or your family.

His fingers brushed against your skin, almost gentle, but there was no mistaking the steel in his voice.

H/n: But if you refuse… you already know what happens next.

Tears burned at the back of your eyes.

This wasn’t a choice. It never had been.

Y/n: *I…*

Your voice broke.

H/n: *Say it.*

His thumb grazed your lip, his touch soft in contrast to the control laced in his tone.

H/n: Say you’ll marry me.

You swallowed hard, chest rising and falling with uneven breaths.

Y/n: *I’ll marry you.*

A slow, satisfied smirk spread across his face.

H/n: Good girl.

His grip tightened ever so slightly before he pulled away, standing.

H/n: The wedding will be soon. Start preparing.

And just like that, your fate was sealed.

Part 6?
I have such a slay tea god! Hehehehe,
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If anyone is interested please read my wattpad book ‘His price, Her fate’ by ‘jane_imagines’

[ScenariosWithJane]

Part 11:
Your breath hitched as you tried to push away, but his grip was unyielding. His hands were firm on your waist, *holding you there, * as if you belonged exactly where you were—pressed against him.

"Let me go, " you muttered, heat rising to your cheeks.

He tilted his head slightly, his smirk deepening. "And if I don’t?"

Your pulse quickened. The amusement in his voice sent a chill down your spine, but it was the *hunger* in his eyes that made your stomach flip.

The wedding planners awkwardly cleared their throats, pretending not to notice, but you could feel their stares—watching, waiting.

You shoved against his chest, your fingers brushing against the expensive fabric of his suit. "People are staring."

"And?" His grip didn’t loosen. If anything, he pulled you *closer.* "They should get used to it. After all, you *are* mine now."

Your stomach clenched. *Mine.* The way he said it, as if it was an undeniable truth, made something inside you twist.

"Not yet, " you whispered defiantly.

His smirk remained, but there was something darker beneath it now. "You signed the papers, sweetheart. Whether you wear a white dress or not, you already belong to me."

Your breath caught.

Before you could say anything, he finally loosened his grip, letting you step back, but not before brushing his fingers against your wrist—*slowly, deliberately*—as if reminding you that he could hold on whenever he pleased.

One of the planners cleared her throat again. "Shall we continue?"

You forced yourself to straighten, ignoring the way your body still felt the *ghost* of his touch.

H/n leaned back lazily in his chair, watching you with *far too much satisfaction.* "Go on, " he said, waving a hand. "Let my fiancée pick her fairytale details."

You shot him a glare before turning back to the planner. "Fine. Let’s get this over with."

H/n chuckled, low and knowing. "Oh, sweetheart, " he murmured. "We’re just getting started."

Part 12:
The fitting room was suffocating. Dress after dress, fabric after fabric, nothing seemed to please him.

You stood in front of the mirror, another gown clinging to your frame, the lace intricate, the design elegant. The bridal stylist adjusted the skirt before stepping back, waiting for his reaction.

H/n sat comfortably on the plush chair in the center of the room, one arm resting lazily on the armrest, the other tapping his fingers against his jawline. His gaze dragged over you—calculating, unreadable.

You swallowed hard, already knowing the answer before he even spoke.

“No.”

Your shoulders stiffened. The stylist nodded quickly, ushering you back into the dressing area.

“Maybe something softer?” she suggested as she helped you out of the dress.

You barely had the energy to care. Each gown felt like a different version of the same trap—beautiful, suffocating, *not yours.*

The next dress was brought in—satin, sleek, the back plunging lower than you were comfortable with. But you stepped into it anyway, letting them zip you up.

When you stepped out, H/n barely glanced at you before shaking his head.

“No.”

Frustration bubbled inside you. “Well, *what do you want?*”

The room fell silent.

His gaze lifted to yours, sharp and amused. “I want *perfection.*”

You exhaled slowly, turning away before you said something you’d regret.

Another dress. And another. *And another.*

Each time, the same rejection.

Until—

You stepped out in the *last* gown.

The room fell *still.*

The heavy silence sent a shiver down your spine. You hesitated, fingers twitching at your sides as you finally dared to look at him.

His gaze was locked onto you, something dark flashing in his eyes.

Slowly, *so slowly, * he leaned forward in his chair, his elbows resting on his knees.

“Turn around.”

You hesitated before doing as he said, the delicate fabric brushing against your skin as you turned in place.

When you faced him again, his smirk was gone. In its place was something deeper, something almost… *obsessive.*

“This one, ” he murmured, voice firm. *Final.*

Your breath caught.

He had *decided.*

And just like everything else in this marriage, *you didn’t get a choice.*
Part 13:

The wedding happened *faster than you could process.*

Within *days, * your world blurred into a whirlwind of fittings, meetings, and preparations you barely had a say in. Everything had already been planned—*his way.*

Before you knew it, you were standing in front of a massive mirror, a team of stylists fussing over your hair, your makeup, the delicate lace of the *wedding dress he chose for you.*

"You look beautiful, miss, " one of the women whispered, fastening the final touches.

Beautiful.

The word felt foreign when your stomach was *twisting with dread.*

Your eyes flickered to your reflection, the white dress hugging your figure, the veil cascading over your shoulders. You looked like a bride. But you *felt* like a prisoner.

There was a soft knock at the door before it opened—one of his men. "It’s time."

Your pulse pounded as you stood, your legs unsteady. *No turning back now.*

The walk down the aisle felt surreal. The grand venue was *exactly* how you’d expect *his* wedding to look—luxurious, extravagant, every detail *perfect.* The guests, high-profile figures, powerful men and women, all turned to watch as you approached.

And at the end of the aisle stood *him.*

H/n.

His dark gaze locked onto you immediately, *devouring* you with an intensity that sent shivers through your body.

You should’ve been terrified. *You were.*

But the way he was looking at you—*as if he had been waiting his entire life for this moment*—made it hard to breathe.

When you reached him, he extended his hand. *Waiting.*

Your fingers trembled as you placed yours in his, his grip instantly tightening, *possessive, claiming.*

The ceremony passed in a blur. Vows you barely processed. A ring, *his ring, * sliding onto your finger. And then—

"You may kiss the bride."

You barely had time to react before his hands cupped your face, his lips crashing onto yours. *Firm. Unyielding. Owning you in front of everyone.*

The guests clapped, but all you could hear was the pounding of your own heart.

When he finally pulled away, his smirk was back, *satisfied.* "Mine, " he murmured, just for you.

Your fate was sealed.

You were his *wife.*

Part 14:
The wedding reception was a blur—congratulations from strangers, clinking champagne glasses, the weight of *his* hand on your lower back, *always touching, always reminding you who you belonged to now.*

But none of it compared to the moment you stepped into *his* car.

The second the door shut behind you, trapping you inside with him, the air shifted. The hum of the city faded into the background as the tinted windows separated you from the rest of the world.

Silence.

You sat stiffly in your seat, your wedding dress pristine despite the whirlwind of the night. You could still feel the heat of his lips from the forced kiss at the altar, still hear the murmurs of guests whispering about how *beautiful* the ceremony was.

Beautiful.

They had no idea.

Across from you, *he* sat—legs spread, tie slightly loosened, watching you with an unreadable expression. The wedding band on his finger glinted under the dim car lights, *matching yours.*

You forced yourself to speak. “Where are we going?”

His lips curled into that same smirk that made your stomach tighten. “Home.”

The word sent a shiver down your spine. *Home.* His mansion. *His territory.*

Your fingers curled into the fabric of your dress. “I want my own room.”

He chuckled, low and deep, as if your request *amused* him. “Of course.”

Relief almost hit—until he leaned closer, his voice dropping to something *dangerous.*

“For now.”

Your pulse quickened.

The car pulled up to the grand estate—larger than you remembered, its looming presence swallowing the night. The doors opened, and before you could even think about moving, he was already there, offering his hand.

You hesitated.

His eyes darkened slightly, patience thin. “Don’t make me *carry* you inside.”

Your breath hitched, and with no other choice, you placed your hand in his.

His grip was *firm, unrelenting, * guiding you up the grand staircase and through the halls until you reached a set of double doors.

He pushed them open.

Inside was a stunning bedroom—elegant, spacious, *yours.* For now.

You stepped inside cautiously, your fingers trailing over the silk sheets of the massive bed. It was too perfect, too untouched.

The door clicked shut behind you.

You turned sharply, finding him leaning against the frame, watching you like a predator watching its prey.

“Sleep well, *wife, *” he murmured, smirking.

And then he was gone.

But even with him out of sight, you knew—

*You were never truly alone.*
Part 15 in another comment

[ClaraIsnew]

Yk what ima try and do it myself.


Y/n - Your name
H/n - His name
Bsf/n - Best friend's name


You sat on the chair, keeping your nervous gaze down as he pulls a chair beside to sit infront of you.

H/n: “I suppose you've already... seen me yesterday.” He says slowly, leaning in to rest his elbows on his knees.

“Look up, Y/n.” He adds when you look anywhere but his eyes, his voice suspiciously soft.

You reluctantly look up, your mind wandering to the night before and bsf/n's warning,

And when you do look at his face, a mysterious smirk was etched on his face.

H/n: “Don't be so scared, I don't bite...” He says as his voice lowered.

"What a lie-" You thought to yourself as last night flashed your memories. He was killing someone.

No mercy, no hesitation, just pulled the trigger, and boom. You're only grateful for your sober best friend to drag your half-drunk self away from the scene.

Should I continue? Idk I don't really like this one..

[ScenariosWithJane]

Part 7:

Your fingers trembled as you stared down at the contract. The black ink blurred in your vision, your body locked in place.

H/n leaned back, completely at ease, watching you with unreadable eyes.

H/n: *Sign it, Y/n.*

Your stomach twisted. This wasn’t just a marriage contract. It was a binding agreement—one that handed your life over to him.

Your family’s safety depended on your signature.

With a shaky breath, you grabbed the pen. Your name looked foreign as you scrawled it across the paper, sealing your fate with each stroke.

The moment you lifted the pen, H/n’s fingers wrapped around the document, pulling it toward him. He barely glanced at it before tucking it inside his coat.

H/n: *Good girl.*

The way he said it sent an unsettling shiver down your spine.

He stood, straightening his sleeves.

H/n: Come.

Y/n: *W-Where?*

H/n: Home.

He didn’t give you a chance to argue. His hand found your wrist, his grip firm but not painful as he guided you away from the table. Your mind was spinning, but your feet moved anyway, following him outside.

A sleek black car waited at the curb, a driver already holding the door open.

The moment you slid inside, the scent of leather and expensive cologne surrounded you. H/n got in beside you, the door shutting with a quiet *click, * locking you in.

As the car pulled away, you forced yourself to breathe.

Y/n: *Is this really happening…?*

H/n reached into his pocket, pulling out a velvet box.

H/n: *Yes.*

Your heart pounded as he flipped it open, revealing a breathtaking diamond ring. The size, the brilliance—it looked like something straight out of a royal collection.

H/n took your hand, slipping the ring onto your finger without hesitation. The weight of it was heavy, both physically and metaphorically.

H/n: *Perfect.*

His fingers lingered on yours, his thumb brushing against your skin.

H/n: *Now, there’s no mistaking it.*

You swallowed hard, staring at the dazzling symbol of your imprisonment.

You were no longer just *Y/n.*

You were *his.*

Part 8:
The drive to his estate felt endless, the weight of the ring on your finger an unbearable reminder of what you had just agreed to. You barely spoke, staring out the tinted window as the city lights faded into darkness, replaced by the vast expanse of a secluded, private road.

Then, you saw it.

A mansion—no, a *fortress.*

It loomed ahead, bathed in soft golden lights, its sheer size and luxury making your breath hitch. Iron gates opened as the car approached, revealing an elegant stone driveway lined with towering hedges and marble statues.

This wasn’t just wealth. This was power.

The car came to a smooth stop, and before you could react, the door was opened for you. H/n stepped out first, then extended his hand.

H/n: *Come.*

Your hesitation made his gaze darken, but he said nothing as you finally took his hand, stepping onto the cold stone beneath you.

The moment you entered the mansion, the air changed. Everything about it was grand—the towering ceilings, the chandeliers dripping with crystals, the sprawling staircase made of black marble. It was breathtaking.

And yet, it wasn’t warm.

This place wasn’t a home. It was a kingdom. And H/n was its ruler.

A man in a suit approached, bowing his head slightly.

Man: *Her room is ready, sir.*

Your room.

So, at least for now, you weren’t expected to sleep in his bed. The thought gave you a brief moment of relief, but you knew it wouldn’t last.

H/n’s fingers brushed against your lower back as he guided you down the hall, past more doors than you could count, until he stopped in front of one. He pushed it open, stepping aside.

H/n: *This will be your room. For now.*

You stepped inside cautiously.

It was beautiful—too beautiful. The massive four-poster bed was covered in soft silk sheets, and the balcony doors opened to a breathtaking view of the gardens below. Everything inside was lavish, from the plush rugs to the custom-designed furniture.

It was everything a girl could dream of.

And yet, it felt like another cage.

H/n: *You have everything you need here. Clothes, jewelry, anything you want. If you need something, ask.*

Your throat was dry.

Y/n: *And… how long will I be in here?*

He smirked, stepping closer.

H/n: *Until we’re married.*

You sucked in a quiet breath as he reached for your hand again, lifting it so the massive ring on your finger glinted under the chandelier’s light.

H/n: *After that, this won’t be your room anymore.*

His voice was soft, but the promise behind it sent a shiver down your spine.

H/n: *Then, you’ll sleep in mine.*

Your heart pounded, but before you could say a word, he released your hand and stepped back toward the door.

H/n: *Get some rest, Y/n.*

And with that, he left, the heavy door clicking shut behind him.

You were alone.

But you weren’t free.

Part 9:

The next morning, when you finally gathered the courage to leave your room, the sight that greeted you stopped you in your tracks.

H/n stood in the grand hall, his posture relaxed yet commanding as he spoke with a group of people—wedding planners, designers, and what looked like personal stylists.

Your stomach twisted.

This was real.

He noticed you instantly, his sharp gaze cutting through the space between you. A slow smirk played on his lips as he gestured for you to come closer.

H/n: Finally awake.

You hesitated but stepped forward, your fingers unconsciously tightening around the fabric of the silk robe you had found in your room.

One of the women, impeccably dressed and holding a sleek leather binder, turned to you with a professional smile.

Planner: Good morning, miss. We’ve begun preparations for the wedding. There are a few details we need your input on—dress fittings, floral arrangements, guest lists.

Your heart pounded as your eyes darted back to H/n.

Y/n: Isn’t this… too soon?

H/n tilted his head, his expression unreadable.

H/n: No.

Just one word. Firm. Final.

Planner: We’ll ensure everything is perfect, of course. Your fiancé has spared no expense.

Fiancé.

The word felt foreign, suffocating.

H/n reached out, his fingers grazing your wrist before gripping it gently, yet possessively.

H/n: You’ll cooperate, won’t you?

It wasn’t a question. It was a warning.

You swallowed hard and nodded.

There was no way out of this.

Part 10:

The tension in the air was suffocating as the wedding planners continued flipping through fabric swatches and floral arrangements. Their words blurred together, your mind unable to process anything except the firm grip of H/n’s fingers on your wrist.

"Sit."

His voice was smooth yet commanding, and before you could even think to protest, he guided you to a chair at the long dining table. His touch lingered a second too long before he finally let go.

One of the planners smiled professionally. "Now, let’s start with the dress. We’ve arranged for a private fitting this afternoon. Your fiancé has already approved a selection of gowns."

Your head snapped toward him, disbelief flickering in your eyes. "You picked my wedding dress?"

He smirked, completely unbothered. "Of course."

Your stomach twisted. You had no control over anything. Not the wedding, not the guest list, not even the dress you’d wear when you became *his.*

"We also need to discuss the guest list, " another planner chimed in. "It will be an exclusive event, naturally, with high-profile attendees. Your fiancé has already determined most of the invites, but is there anyone you’d like to add?"

You hesitated. Your family? Your friends? *Did you even have a say?*

Before you could answer, H/n leaned forward, his presence overwhelming. "She won’t need to add anyone."

Your hands clenched into fists under the table. "What about my family?"

His expression remained unreadable, but something in his eyes darkened. "They’ll be there."

You exhaled shakily, unsure whether to feel relieved or even more trapped than before.

"Perfect, " the planner said, flipping a page in her binder. "Now, for the venue—"

"It’s already decided."

You turned to him sharply. "Do I get a say in anything?"

He chuckled, reaching out to brush a stray strand of hair behind your ear. The touch was *intimate. Possessive.*

"No."

Your breath caught as he leaned in slightly, voice lowering so only you could hear. "The only thing you need to do is walk down the aisle to me."

Something about the way he said it—so calm, so sure—made your skin prickle. You shot up from your chair, intending to put some distance between you, but in your rush, you bumped into the edge of the table.

Your foot slipped.

Before you could catch yourself, you tumbled forward—straight onto *him.*

A sharp gasp left your lips as your hands landed on his chest, his arms catching you effortlessly, holding you firmly against him. You could feel the warmth of his body, the steady rise and fall of his breath, the unmistakable strength in the way he held you.

Silence.

His smirk widened, amusement flickering in his dark gaze. "If you wanted to be in my arms, all you had to do was ask."

Your face burned as you struggled to pull away, but his grip only tightened, keeping you flush against him.

"Careful, sweetheart, " he murmured, voice dripping with something *dangerous.* "Wouldn’t want my bride getting hurt before the wedding."

Your heart pounded against your ribs. *Damn it.*

He was *enjoying* this.

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[ScenariosWithJane]

Part 15:

The wedding reception was a blur—congratulations from strangers, clinking champagne glasses, the weight of *his* hand on your lower back, *always touching, always reminding you who you belonged to now.*

But none of it compared to the moment you stepped into *his* car.

The second the door shut behind you, trapping you inside with him, the air shifted. The hum of the city faded into the background as the tinted windows separated you from the rest of the world.

Silence.

You sat stiffly in your seat, your wedding dress pristine despite the whirlwind of the night. You could still feel the heat of his lips from the forced kiss at the altar, still hear the murmurs of guests whispering about how *beautiful* the ceremony was.

Beautiful.

They had no idea.

Across from you, *he* sat—legs spread, tie slightly loosened, watching you with an unreadable expression. The wedding band on his finger glinted under the dim car lights, *matching yours.*

You forced yourself to speak. “Where are we going?”

His lips curled into that same smirk that made your stomach tighten. “Home.”

The word sent a shiver down your spine. *Home.* His mansion. *His territory.*

Your fingers curled into the fabric of your dress. “I want my own room.”

He chuckled, low and deep, as if your request *amused* him. “Of course.”

Relief almost hit—until he leaned closer, his voice dropping to something *dangerous.*

“For now.”

Your pulse quickened.

The car pulled up to the grand estate—larger than you remembered, its looming presence swallowing the night. The doors opened, and before you could even think about moving, he was already there, offering his hand.

You hesitated.

His eyes darkened slightly, patience thin. “Don’t make me *carry* you inside.”

Your breath hitched, and with no other choice, you placed your hand in his.

His grip was *firm, unrelenting, * guiding you up the grand staircase and through the halls until you reached a set of double doors.

He pushed them open.

Inside was a stunning bedroom—elegant, spacious, *yours.* For now.

You stepped inside cautiously, your fingers trailing over the silk sheets of the massive bed. It was too perfect, too untouched.

The door clicked shut behind you.

You turned sharply, finding him leaning against the frame, watching you like a predator watching its prey.

“Sleep well, *wife, *” he murmured, smirking.

And then he was gone.

But even with him out of sight, you knew—

*You were never truly alone.*

Part 16:
The tension in the room was suffocating.

You had barely taken a step toward the bed when you heard it—the slow, deliberate sound of the door locking.

Your breath hitched.

You turned sharply, finding him still there, leaning against the frame with that same *dangerous* smirk playing on his lips.

“I told you, ” he murmured, stepping closer. “You’re my *wife.* Did you really think I’d let you sleep alone?”

Your heart pounded. “You said I’d have my own room.”

His eyes darkened, amusement flickering behind them. “And you do.” Another step. “But did I ever say I wouldn’t be *in it*?”

Your pulse raced as he reached you, towering over you, his presence suffocating. You stepped back instinctively, but your legs hit the edge of the bed.

Trapped.

He reached for your hand, his fingers brushing over your ring—the proof of your new reality. “You signed the papers. Said your vows.” He lifted your hand, pressing a slow, deliberate kiss to your knuckles. “Now it’s time to *act* like my wife.”

Your breath caught as he tugged you forward, guiding you toward the bed.

“I—I need to change, ” you stammered, grasping for anything, *any* distance between you.

His smirk remained, but there was something darker beneath it now. “Go ahead.”

You hesitated. “Alone.”

His head tilted slightly, as if considering your words. Then, to your surprise, he stepped back, watching you with an amused glint in his eyes.

“I’ll give you five minutes.” His voice was smooth, laced with *warning.*

You swallowed hard before turning quickly, stepping behind the dressing screen. Your fingers fumbled with the intricate layers of your wedding gown, heart hammering in your chest.

Five minutes.

You weren’t naive.

When you stepped out in a silk nightgown—*the only option he had left for you to wear*—he was already in bed, one arm resting behind his head as he watched you with predatory amusement.

“Come here.”

You froze.

His expression darkened slightly. *Waiting.*

With no other choice, you moved toward the bed, cautiously pulling back the covers before slipping beneath them. The space between you felt *dangerous.*

Then—*warmth.*

His arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you against him with ease. Your breath hitched as you felt the firmness of his chest pressed to your back, his grip *unchallenged.*

“This is where you belong now, ” he murmured against your ear. “Get used to it.”

Your stomach twisted, every nerve on edge.

He didn’t move.

He just held you there, *possessive, unyielding, * as if making sure you understood—

There was no escape.

Part 17!

I tried some spice! Hehehe

The soft glow of the bedroom cast long shadows across the walls. The air was thick with tension, the kind that made it hard to breathe. You stood near the bed, your heart hammering, hands clenched at your sides.

Behind you, the door clicked shut.

Slow, deliberate footsteps approached, and you could feel his presence before he even touched you. Heat radiated off him as he stopped just behind you, his breath a whisper against your ear.

“You’re trembling, ” he murmured.

You swallowed hard, refusing to turn around.

A hand, warm and firm, brushed along your arm before trailing up to your shoulder, his touch barely there—yet it burned.

“You knew this was coming.”

Your breath hitched.

His fingers curled under your chin, tilting your head back just enough for you to meet his gaze. His eyes were dark, unreadable, but the way they roamed over your face—your parted lips, the rise and fall of your chest—left no doubt about what he wanted.

What he _intended._

“You’re mine now.”

The words sent a shiver down your spine.

Before you could protest, his lips brushed against the pulse at your throat, lingering, _teasing._ Your body betrayed you, a sharp inhale slipping past your lips.

He noticed.

His smirk deepened as he pulled back slightly, watching you. Then, his fingers trailed down, grazing over the thin strap of your nightgown before slowly slipping it off your shoulder. The silk slid down your arm, pooling at your elbow.

Your skin prickled, every nerve heightened.

“You look beautiful like this, ” he murmured. “Unraveled. _Mine._”

You tried to step back, but there was nowhere to go.

His arms caged you in, his body pressing against yours. “There’s no need to fight me.” His voice was smooth, teasing—but underneath, there was something else. Something _dangerous._

His lips hovered just above yours, waiting.

You hated that your body responded, that your breath hitched, that heat coiled in your stomach despite your mind screaming at you to resist.

He didn’t rush.

He wanted you to _break first._

And when you finally did—when you gave in and pressed your lips to his, fists curling into his shirt—he let out a low, satisfied hum.

“There’s my good girl.”

The words sent a jolt through you, but you had no time to react. His arms wrapped around you, pulling you onto the bed with him.

You gasped as he shifted over you, pinning you beneath him with ease. His fingers trailed down, igniting sparks in their wake.

“This is where you belong now, ” he murmured, voice dark with possession. “_With me._”

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[KimJaehyeon]

DAMNN I WONDER WHAT WOULD’VE HAPPEN NEXT ACTUALLY, I love dangerous man like them👀

[Tessa-zl]

Part 2

Sorry if this isn’t good it’s my first time.

Y/n=you
H/n=him


“You gonna look down all day or what” H/n said his voice sharp. I slowly avert my gaze up into his soft, brown eyes. “What do you want H/n” I say. “I need you to do me a favor okay” I give him a weary look “Why me? I don’t even talk to you” I say sharply. “You’re the only girl I can tolerate” H/n says with his hand, scratching his neck, looking down at the floor beneath us. I’m taken aback but just sit there silently. “I need you to be my gf” h/n finally says. My mouth falls wide open before I realize I look stupid my eyes widen as I realize what he just asked me. To be his gf!? Real or fake? Does he even know who I am? After a minute of silence, H/N finally speaks “please it doesn’t need to be real just believable. I need to find a gf within 24 hours or I loose everything”. Now I’m just sitting confused. “What does that even mean” I say. “Y/n I can’t tell you everything, now can you?” He is attractive and this is tempting. I haven’t ever dated anyone before. But I deserve a chance even if it’s only temporary. Which is the only reason I said “okay I’m in”.

PART 3

Y/n=you
H/n=him
R/n=Retard

Later on, I was doing my homework for trigonometry. God I hate school. I have no idea what to do in this fucking clas- my phone buzzes when a random number texts me. It was H/n. How tf did this man get my number. In less than 2 seconds H/n calls me. “Hello?” I say. “ Meet me here in 20 minutes. That work?” I get an address link from him. “What? Where are we going? What do I wear? And how did you get my number?” This guy is harder to solve than my trig problems. “Party. Black dress. Don’t worry about that.”

I look in my closet to find a black dress the only one I have is this short tight dress from sophomore year of high school. It’ll do. I do my hair in a curly slick back bun. And slid the dress on. Shit! It’s a lot shorter than I remembered. If I bend over the whole party would see my womanhood! But it’s the only thing I have. Plus I’m going with my fake bf so it’s not that big a deal.

I walk in to the party. All eyes land on me but only one looks like they have fire and ice in them at the same time h/n. It’s a normal collage party beers, smoking, beer pong, even a few skinny dippers. I’m taken aback whenever I get slammed into the walled and pinned by H/n. “What are you wearing?!!” I swear he might just be the most dangerous and beautiful man I’ve ever seen. “.. a dress” I shy away scared of what he’s going to say next. “ Do I not look good or something?” I ask with sass now growing confidence. “Baby I’ve never seen a more perfect thing in my life. But all of these men are going to eat you alive. You’ve never even been to a party” Slowly he pulled me into a hallway by my wrist. “How would you know?” I should be allowed to wear whatever the hell I want to. “Y/n I know everything about you.” He slowly inches closer to my face with a tiny glint of something warm and soft in his eyes. “Just let me have some fun okay?” After that I break loose and walk away to the dance floor.
Now as I’m under the dance light I wonder if he ment it. I wanted to know everything about him so abruptly it scared me. Why did he want this relationship and why did he know things about me? As I look up a tall broody man has his hand out. “Come on dance with me my name is R/n”, “No thank you” suddenly I’m dragged to the middle of the floor back against R/n his hands are on my hips as he shimmy’s my dress up. I try to get away but his other hand is on my wrists holding me there. His hands grind my waist against his growing hard on. God it looks like I’m grinding him. “Hey let me go asshole” I look for H/n but he’s already here. H/n grabs r/n hands releasing me from him. H/n lands a nice knuckle on r/n jaw and gets ready for more when r/n pulls out a gun. H/n grabs my hand and runs me to the last door down the hallway. Shit it’s a closet. Gunshots echo. “Y/n get in the damn closest” as I squeeze in H/n joins followed by a lock of the door. “Shit it locked.” Now we’re stuck face to face body to body in a closest that’s locked. How the hell did I end up here.

Omg you guys are so fast and asked for 🌶️ so I delivered
PART 4🌶️🌶️🌶️

The police opened the door from R/n whole master plan to bring a gun to a college party. H/n brung me to his house his hand on my thigh riding higher ever mile until he was in me.

You guys are so fast thank you guys so much.

PART 5


Hey another cliff hanger thank you guys so much for all the support I will definitely write more of these so check back on this chanel
Should part 6 be 🍬, 🌶️, or😢
I have a good thought for all three
Part 6 at 200 likess

[deepikaandbooksyoutubechan]

Ok....my try!!
Ref: I'll use he and she


He said, " So.... I've talking to the principal about you...She raised an eyebrow, but continued looking down. He said, " Don't worry. I'm the principal's nephew. He said you were the smartest girl on campus."

To be continued

She muttered, " Thank you....sir." He said, " No need for formalities, dear." She simply nodded. He said, " But... I'm not here about your grades, I'm here because of your father." She said, " I don't have any information about him, he's been missing in my life for a long time. The only good thing he's done is create a fund for my education and I'm making the fullest of it...you have the wrong person, if you'll excuse me, sir." She stormed off. He said, " One recommendation....it could get you to the university of your choice, all you have to do is listen to me." She turned back with a sudden burst of rage. Her voice trembled, " I will work my way up to any damn university....how dare you try and bribe me into serving you." She stormed off. He licked his lips, " Feisty and Just, I like it."


That night

She was in her dorm with her best friend. Her friend asked, " Girl, what are your plans for your masters? Please tell me you are not slumming it through here." She laughed, " Would you believe it if I said I received a scholarship offer?" Her friend asked, " From that creepy but hot dude?" She nodded. Her friend asked, " What did you say?" She replied, " That I have dignity."

The next day

She went into her first class. The principal arrived as he said, " My nephew will be joining this course to refresh his memory. Please welcome him." She bit her tongue, he needed no refresher. He needed her, that was clear as day. He smirked as he asked, " Is this seat taken?" The girl in front of her said, " No...she usually sits alone, to avoid.... distractions in class. Honestly.... focus goals." He smiled as he sat next to her. He mumbled, " You should have heard me out, dear, you didn't know what I was asking....all you knew was it sounded like a bribe...." She hissed, " I don't make deals with rich brats." He pushed a flier towards her, " Safe haven....a shelter for abandoned kids and adults in need."


She followed him at lunch. She yelled to him, " What's the flyer about?" He said, " The project I needed help with ....one you cruelly refused to do." She said, " I am not cruel." He said, " Save your righteousness dear." She warned, " Don't you call me that!!" He jerked her close, " Do you prefer baby instead?" She punched his chest and walked away. After a few minutes....she realised, her necklace was missing. Her dad's last plopped next to her friend and mumbled, " I lost it...just like I lost my dad." Her friend said, " It's a sign....you don't need that man, your father, in your life....even in thoughts."

Meanwhile

He was walking. How was he ever going to convince that stupid but utterly attractive woman to forward his agenda? His eyes suddenly caught something sparkly on the floor. He recognised it, her necklace. He wrapped the necklace around his fist and saw the To my baby....love you." He rolled his eyes, so original.
He decided to return it like a decent human being. He found her in class. He smirked, " Hello, dear." She snapped, " Stop obsessing over me, you freak!!!" She went to sit elsewhere. He caught the eyes of her friend. He friend said, " She just lost something, give her a break dude." He gave the necklace to her friend, " I only wanted to return this, but your friend is too busy hating me." Her friend said, " Ok....yeah thanks." He rolled her eyes, " Any reason why you look scared?" Her friend said, " You are a creepy have a right to be afraid." He asked, " If I was that creepy, wouldn't I have kept the necklace and leveraged instead of returning it?" She came back, " Stop harrassing my friend." He waited for her friend to say something like, " No....he was just returning your necklace and stuff...." But, her friend said, " Thanks girl." She bit her lip, " Should I retrace my steps to find the necklace...." Her friend said, " No....you are better off without it. Trust me." She nodded, glared at him and left.
He said, " You are the biggest traitor alive." Her friend said, " She doesn't need the necklace....it gives the false idea that her father loved her when he left her like she was nothing." He nodded, " That doesn't give you the right to take what's hers.... moving on is her damn choice." Her friend said, " Yes...but I'm speeding up the inevitable, because....her father will never show up!!" He suspected, " You seem awfully sure.." Her friend sighed and said, " I know who her father is.... he's one of my uncles....he messed with her mom and she was born...then he left abroad, married someone and had three children, he's not coming back."

He asked, " And...none of this seems relevant for you to tell her, she deserves to know, you are trying to make me look like a villian." Her friend said, " I'm not willing to lose my only friend.." Her friend's voice cracked. His eyes softened a bit, " The more you delay....the worse sting she'll feel." Her friend nodded, " I know.... doesn't make it easier." Her friend walked off. Suddenly, her friend turned around, " You're not so bad."

One week later


She sat on the table next to him. She said, " My friend suggested I talk to you." He said, " Alright....look, I run a non profit...and I was looking for someone to help tutor them, and hiring a teacher.... isn't in my allowance I receive for this, I try not to use my dad's fund...so, I was hoping you'd tutor in the evenings in exchange for your scholarship...but if that seems illegal to you.... anyways, I don't want you there anymore. I don't want the kids learning your awful attitude." He walked off. She muttered, " Shit!!! He wasn't asking me to sleep with me? I'm a distilled idiot." Suddenly, it hit her, he never once called her dear. That hurt her, she didn't know why....and did he say awful attitude...her heart raced. She was secretly thrilled that someone admired her...but this... hearing him say it out....

[minjee.stay_]

Im way too early, someone please make part 2 🙏🏻

[ottrulyhee]

I want to read onee, someone make it pleasee💗

[Buety_]

Please tell me when there is another part two I've read two but i want

[leung_ying]

So we don't know what's gonna happen next?! 😭

[ClaraIsnew]

OMG I wanna know who he is!! Let's check comments for pt2😭❤️

[darkmoonprincess]

I wanted to contact you about your cars extended warranty

[lydddeditss]

part two.







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