"Since this marriage have become a success, I should let you know that in this marriage there will be rules." Rules? Rules in marriage? Sasha wondered. "Obey these rules, abide by them and we won't have issues" he continued, not caring about the look on her face, "three rules: Don't talk to me, Don't touch me, Stay out of my business." Hearing that from her supposed husband on their wedding, Sasha couldn't help but wonder what kind of marriage they will be having, for what is a marriage without all those? Being married to the handsome billionaire, Michael Brown. Sasha couldn't express her joy for as fate will have it, she had been crushing on him since their school days but couldn't pursue him because of the fact that it was known in their school that he is gay.

"Hey, don't move!" I was robbed by a stranger. But what he wanted was not money. He tore my clothes off, kept kissing me hard, not to rape me. He wanted me to cover his blood and track from his enemies. I saw blood running out of his stomach. He said thank you after he fooled his enemies. I let him come into my place to get the bullet out of him. I was a doctor. He gave me a kiss the next morning and disappeared from my life. It felt like a dream, I couldn't help thinking about the night making out with him. Until one day, I saw him again in the hospital. I learned that he was a soldier and that he had looked for me and loved me for a very very long time... But I had no memory of him, until...

*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.