The shocking proposal.
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Ethan Blackwood stood in his office, his hand clenched into a fist as he stared at Olivia.
The room was silent, except for the sound of her nervous breathing. She sat across from him, her fingers trembling as she tried to meet his cold gaze.
“You’re pregnant,” Ethan said, his voice sharp and heavy.
Olivia swallowed hard. “Yes… It’s true.”
The words struck him like fire. His pride burned, but so did his fear. A scandal like this could destroy him, and worse, Marcus would use it against him. He couldn’t allow that.
Ethan moved closer, his eyes dark and filled with something Olivia couldn’t read. “This changes everything. You belong to me now. No one else can touch you.”
Olivia’s heart pounded. She knew Ethan’s reputation. He was powerful, ruthless, and never took no for an answer. She had seen the world fear him, but now she was the one in his grip.
“Ethan, I don’t want to be controlled,” Olivia whispered. “I can raise this baby on my own.”
His jaw tightened. “Raise the child alone? And let the world destroy you? Let Marcus destroy you? No, Olivia. I will not allow it. If you carry my child, then you are mine. And I will make sure everyone knows it.”
Her eyes widened. “What are you saying?”
“I’m saying…” Ethan leaned forward, his voice low but fierce, “…you will marry me.”
Olivia gasped, her body frozen. “Marry you? But… not because of love?”
“No,” Ethan answered coldly. “Not love. A contract. A deal. I will protect you. I protect the child. And in return, you stand by my side as my wife.”
Her lips trembled. “A contract marriage?”
“Yes,” he said. “A marriage of power, not of hearts. You will be safe, the child will be safe, and no one—not Marcus, not anyone—will dare to touch you.”
Olivia looked down at her hands. Her heart screamed against the idea, but her mind whispered the truth. Could she really raise this baby alone? Could she fight the world without Ethan’s protection?
Tears filled her eyes. “Ethan… I don’t trust you.”
“You don’t have to trust me,” Ethan said firmly. “You only need to sign.”
The silence stretched between them. Finally, with trembling fingers, Olivia reached for the contract Ethan had prepared. Her signature sealed her fate.
Ethan’s eyes gleamed with victory as he took the paper. “Good. From now on, you are mine.”
The wedding was lavish. The world’s elite filled the grand hall, dressed in shimmering gowns and expensive suits.
Cameras flashed, music played, and whispers spread like fire.
“Can you believe it? Ethan Blackwood is marrying her?”
“She was nothing yesterday, and now she’s his bride?”
“She must be after his money.”
Olivia smiled weakly as she walked down the aisle, her white gown heavy with jewels. Beside her, Ethan stood tall and unshakable, his eyes fixed on her like a predator.
When the vows were exchanged, his grip on her hand was firm, almost too firm, as if reminding her that escape was no longer possible.
That night, behind the closed doors of their new life, everything changed.
Ethan pulled Olivia into his arms, his lips crashing against hers. She tried to resist, but her body betrayed her. The fire that had once consumed them returned, wild and unstoppable.
“Ethan…” she whispered breathlessly as he had s*x with her again and again.
“You are mine, Olivia,” he murmured against her skin. “Mine, forever.”
Her body responded, but her heart wept. Was this passion, or was it a cage?
Not everyone celebrated their union.
In a quiet corner of the Blackwood mansion, Victoria, Ethan’s mother, sat with a glass of wine. Her eyes were filled with worry. “He’s reckless,” she muttered. “This girl will bring him nothing but trouble.”
Meanwhile, Clara, Olivia’s own sister, seethed with envy.
She watched her sister’s sudden rise into wealth and power, her fists clenched. “It should have been me,” Clara whispered bitterly.
And Daniel… poor Daniel. He had always loved Olivia in silence. Seeing her in Ethan’s arms crushed him, but he forced a smile whenever she looked his way. Deep inside, his heart bled.
Yet the most dangerous shadow was Marcus. Hidden from sight, he smiled darkly. “So, Ethan has trapped her in a contract marriage,” he said to himself. “Good. That means I have even more power to use against them. And Olivia… she still carries secrets.”
Late that night, Olivia lay tangled in Ethan’s sheets, her body exhausted, her mind restless. She stared at the ceiling, her heart heavy.
Ethan’s arm was draped over her, his breath warm against her neck. He whispered, not words of love, but words of ownership.
“You are mine now. Mine to protect. Mine to keep.”
Olivia’s eyes filled with tears. She wanted freedom, but she had traded it for safety.
“Ethan,” she whispered, “what have I done?”
He didn’t answer. He only pulled her closer, as if she were his prized possession.
The days that followed were stormy. The media exploded with news of the marriage. Some praised Olivia’s beauty.
Others accused her of being a gold digger. Every headline carried her name, every photograph captured her beside Ethan.
She smiled for the cameras, but inside, her heart was breaking.
At night, Ethan would come to her, having s*x with the same fire. Sometimes she felt the heat of desire, the weight of a cage.
One evening, Olivia gathered the courage to speak.
“Ethan, do you ever think about love?” she asked softly.
His eyes hardened. “Love is weakness. I don’t believe in it. I believe in power, in control, in loyalty. That’s what keeps us safe.”
Her heart sank. “But what about me? What about what I feel?”
“You will learn,” Ethan said, his tone final. “You are my wife now. That is enough.”
She turned away, tears streaming silently down her face.
But Olivia was not the only one fighting feelings. Deep down, Ethan wrestled with something he didn’t want to admit.
He told himself it was control, possession, power. But when he looked at Olivia’s face, something else stirred—a softness he refused to name.
Still, he buried it. He could not afford weakness.
One night, as rain lashed against the windows, Olivia sat by the fire, lost in thought. Clara entered, her smile sharp.
“You must feel so proud,” Clara said sweetly. “From nothing to Ethan Blackwood’s wife. But tell me, sister… do you really think this will last?”
Olivia frowned. “What do you mean?”
Clara leaned closer. “Ethan doesn’t love you. Everyone knows it. And when Marcus makes his move, where will you hide then?”
Olivia’s heart raced. “Marcus? What are you saying?”
Clara only smiled and walked away, leaving Olivia shaken.
That night, when Ethan held her close, her mind replayed Clara’s words. What if Marcus truly was planning something? What if this contract marriage only made her a target?
She closed her eyes, her voice barely a whisper.
“Ethan… did I just trade my freedom for a cage?”
Was Olivia truly safe in Ethan’s arms, or had she just stepped into a prison built of power and secrets?
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