[18+ | Mature Content | Dark Romance]

After slaving away for years as Ares King's sole overworked secretary, Catherine has finally had enough of his domineering and heartless attitude. She wants to quit and use the severance pay to settle her family's debts, and spend more time with her long-term boyfriend.  

But soon after she hands her resignation letter, she finds out that her boyfriend cheated on her. He claims she's a wreck with no future, and he's better off without her.

Heartbroken and devastated, Catherine is grasping at the last straw when her boss, Ares King, proposes a contract out of the blue.

"Become my wife for one year."

"Why me, Mr. King?"

"Because we work, Ms. Lane.”

The last thing she wanted was to make a deal with the devil. But this offer is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

Sell your soul to the devil for one year. How hard can that be?

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Excerpt:

"How many?"

I froze. Did he expect me to count?

"How. Many?"

"I-I don't—Ah!"

Ares spanked me again, continuously. My eyes stung, and sweet pain overtook me. I should feel sick from deriving pleasure from this, but strangely, I wasn't.

"Two?" I teased, purposely getting the numbers wrong.

"You shouldn't have done that."

Just as I thought, he started again, but this time he drove each hit with more force until my ass was burning.

"Fifteen!" I yelled, shaking.

"Wrong."

My heart momentarily stopped. "I got it right!"

"You missed one." He pressed his hand on my searing bottom, and I moaned.

I tried to squirm away, but he trapped my hands behind my back, his voice dark with warning. "Move again, and you'll regret it."

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A/N: This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or real events is purely coincidental.

I was surprised by how my voice came out stronger.


My entire nerves were out of place, and it was certainly a welcome development that I wasn't freaking the fuck out.


Ares kept his gaze on my hand, and his observation was becoming too dubious.


"How was work?" I asked to distract him.


Was a shootout the usual? Jesus! I underestimated the lengths of the underworld. Something like this was just a normal Monday for him, while it felt like I was fighting for my life.


I wonder what could have happened if I hadn't smashed the decanter on the assailant's head and run away.


Well, I know one thing... My husband would have caught me, and God knows he would have recognized me at first glance.


I don't think any amount of makeup or contacts would keep Ares King from figuring it out, not to mention when I talked, even if I try to mask my voice, he would still know.


Chapter 285 - Close Call [1]