Sharon was a common college student who dreamed of being a journalist. Two years ago, her father had a car accident, and the expensive medical expenses almost drove her insane. Stanley, an overbearing president, helped her get rid of the predicament. After that, she married him, and he was in charge of all her father's medical expenses. Every night, he often got drunk and called another woman's name when he was making out with his wife. Who was this woman? And why did he marry her? It seemed she didn't have the right to ask these questions even though she was his wife. She didn't know these answers until the woman her husband called every night showed in front of her...

A sharp pull by my wrist bought me back to the wall. I hold my breath for a moment. "What the hell”; I cussed. "Shh, baby girl”; he exclaimed. I cringed with the endearment he used. He brought his face near to my face. His breath is fanning all over my lips. It raised my heartbeat to a different level. It must be heard by him also. His smirk face saying it all. His eyes are gazing at my lips and he started closing the small gap we have between our lips to be mingled into one. Sensing his intentions I closed my eyes, moved my face to the left. He stopped right away, increasing the gap between us which I really appreciate but the hold of his hand on my wrist is very tight. It started paining me slowly. "Now listen to me very carefully, we might be lawfully wedded husband & wife. But you are nothing to me. I have only married you because of my doll"; he said rudely to me. I forcefully release my hand from his hulk-like grip which resulted in breaking my bangles, a piece of glass cut into my hand. It hurt me like hell. There must be a big cut on my hand. Ignoring the pain in my hand. I showed my other hand finger towards him and said," Even I was not interested in this marriage. I am kind of forced into this", which I am not, my subconscious mocked me. But I won't give him that satisfaction. Although I was not forced but I had no other option than to accept this marriage._______________________ The story of two individuals with past baggage who are bound by vows in the sacred bond of marriage which was not on their to-do list. due to his doll and Payal was kind of forced into this. What is stored in their lifetime?

*Warning: Including violence and explicit mature content. ---------- "So? Will you? You let me fuck you, and I'll give your camera back." Zane repeated his offer. "Fuck yourself! Asshole!" Alaia's face withered as she pushed against his chest the hardest she could manage. Her nails scratched his arms as she fought him. But she didn't move an inch from the bed. Or Zane away from her. Instead, he caught her hands and pinned them above her head. "Easy, rabbit!" He smirked without a trace of softness in his eyes. His eyes were blue-gray. Alaia saw the shade clearly now. Such a pretty pair of eyes, yet so ice-cold, soulless. "Get your dirty hands off me!" Alaia roared and raised her head, getting into Zane's face spitefully. Dirty? Zane sneered. Alaia Jones was no longer the same princess he first met. Still, her eyes glowered at him with pride, nobility, and dignity. It made Zane's anger boil up. I will destroy all her pride. All her dignity! He promised inwardly. He first made that promise to himself a long time ago. And now was the time to keep it. "Hundred thousand dollars for one night!" Zane dropped it on the table. Alaia opened her mouth, but he didn't let her speak. "Your mother's hospital bills are due soon, right?" He continued, watching Alaia's face changing its expression. Then he got up, opening the nightstand's drawer. Alaia took a chance, getting up too. She stood in the middle of the room when he approached, handing her the photos. Alaia lowered her eyes, witnessing images of Vivi Brown passionately kissing David Green, a film director. Everyone knew David was married and had two young children. "You could kill two birds with one stone. You'll get these photos and 100K if you let me fuck you," Zane said. He didn't need to say anything more. Alaia knew what he meant. Her mother wouldn't get disconnected from the life support in the hospital. And she could give her uncle money to save his company. Those were the two birds. And the stone was her virginity.