A Contract Marriage with My Professor

"Whether you like it or not, I'm going to marry you, Jillian," Sir Zach told me. His face was dead serious, as if he had already made up his mind. "What do you mean, marry me? Hey! Just because you're rich doesn't mean you can do whatever you want! There is no reason for me to marry someone like you!" I snapped at him. It felt like he was trying to dictate every single thing I did, even though he wasn't even my boyfriend. "I have a reason to marry you, Jillian. Something happened between us, don't you remember? You were actually the one who kissed me that night you were completely wasted," he reminded me, a smirk playing on his lips. I swallowed hard at his words. Right. Something did happen between us. But it wasn't intentional. Someone had drugged my drink, which was why I acted that way the night he pulled me away from the "friends" I thought were genuine. "So, there's no reason to say 'no,' my future wife," he said with a wink. It looks like there's no way out for me. I'm actually going to be the wife of Sir Zach-my professor and the one person I'm always at odds with.

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Chapter 3

CHAPTER 3:

JILLIAN'S POV

Three days had passed since I moved to the city. My stay was going well, mostly because Roxane had become my best friend. Enrollment at Gardon University was only a few days away, though classes hadn't started yet.

"Hi Roxane, have you eaten yet? I cooked breakfast. You might be hungry," I said to her.

She usually came home in the early morning, right when I was waking up at 5:00 AM. To thank her for being so kind to me, I had made it a habit to cook for her. We shared our food budget, so while I had no classes yet, I chose to do the cooking at the boarding house. I was used to waking up early back home anyway, so I did it every day.

"Thanks, Jillian, but I'm so sleepy. Maybe I'll eat later," she replied before throwing herself onto her soft bed.

Roxane's job was really tough. Working at a call center meant she never got enough sleep. You really need a lot of patience for that job if you want to earn your own income. Since she was tired, I ended up eating my fried eggs and garlic rice alone. I rarely got to eat with Roxane at this hour because she was always exhausted.

I decided that since school hadn't started yet, I would try to find a temporary job. I didn't want to spend all the money my parents had given me. I felt bad relying on them; we are not rich, and their budget was tight. I didn't want them to work so hard while I just waited for them to send money. I couldn't let that happen, so I went out to look for a part-time job.

After breakfast, I took a bath and put on a simple outfit: just a T-shirt and jeans. Even though my clothes were simple, I felt confident. Many people back home had told me I was pretty, so I kept that in mind to stay positive.

It was exactly 7:00 AM when I left the boarding house. I immediately smelled the exhaust from the cars. Smelling the city air made me miss the fresh breeze of the province.

"Where should I apply?" I asked myself. "Maybe a small shop? Or a fast-food place? Well, I'll see where I get lucky."

I walked around, keeping my eyes open for "Hiring" signs. While walking, I saw an old woman who was having a hard time crossing the street. I didn't think twice; I went over to help her.

"Good morning, Ma'am. I don't mean to meddle, but it's dangerous for someone like you to walk here alone. The cars drive very fast," I told her.

I felt a bit shy saying it, but I was worried about her. She was old and shouldn't have been crossing in this street by herself. The people around here didn't seem to care; no one else had offered to help.

"Thank you, dear. But I'm not crossing the street," she said.

I was shocked. I felt a little embarrassed. I had tried to be a hero, but she didn't actually need my help to cross.

"Oh? You're not crossing? Then what are you doing here, Ma'am?" I asked. This old lady had really given me a scare for nothing!

"I'm just waiting for my son. He's taking a long time, so I keep looking at the cars, hoping he sees me," she explained.

"I see. But please be careful. Don't stand too close to the road," I advised her.

"Thank you," she replied simply.

"You're welcome. Well, I'll be going now. Take care, Ma'am! And please tell your son he shouldn't leave you waiting like this. If I were your child, I would go with you everywhere," I said, waving goodbye.

I couldn't stand the thought of a parent waiting like that. Why couldn't the son just stay with her? In my mind, that son had a very bad attitude. But then again, why was I worrying about that? I was starting to act like a gossip.

As I continued my job hunt, I found a fast-food place. The manager was about to interview me, but there was a problem-the owners arrived. The staff had to hurry to serve their boss.

So, my interview was canceled. What a bad luck! I almost had a job, but it slipped away.

"Just come back and apply another time, okay? Maybe tomorrow. Our bosses are here, and we need to serve them. It's rare for the mother and son to visit," the manager told me.

"Sure, no problem," I replied.

It was such bad timing. But who were these owners? They must have been very rich. The restaurant was beautiful and looked very expensive.

"Sir is here! Hurry, Madam is with him!" I heard the manager shout.

I wanted to see who they were, but it was too crowded. I didn't get a chance to see them, so I decided to just head back to the boarding house.

But as I walked out the exit, I accidentally bumped into a man. I hit my head against his chest. His body felt like stone-he clearly spent a lot of time at the gym.

"Ouch! Watch it! That really hurt. You should learn how to look where you're going!" I snapped at him.

I didn't know if he was just confused or being rude. I was clearly at the exit, and he had tried to come in through there even though there was a separate entrance! But the guy didn't even say sorry. He just walked straight inside.

Unbelievable! I didn't even get to see his face, and I didn't care to know him anyway. What a rude person!

"You're lucky I'm applying here tomorrow. If not, I would have punched you," I muttered angrily.

That was the second time I had met a man with no respect and no manners. I walked home in a bad mood, and Roxane noticed it immediately. She was awake and eating when I got back.

"What's the problem? Did you get into a fight?" she guessed.

"Not exactly. I just don't understand the men in this city! On my first day, a guy judged me and thought I was pregnant. Now, another guy bumps into me and doesn't even say sorry! It's too much!" I complained.

Roxane just laughed at my reaction.

"You're cute, Jillian. I don't know if I should feel sorry for you," she chuckled. "Anyway, I told you the city is different from the province. People here are different. You'll get used to it. If a man won't respect you, then punch him to wake him up."

I nodded in agreement. She had a point. The problem was, I didn't even see the guy's face.

"Fine. I won't let any man look down on me again. They'll taste a punch from a province girl. I have a strong grip," I said bravely.

My body was used to hard work, so I knew my punch would be strong enough to knock someone out. I wasn't a fighter back home, but here in the city, I was ready to show my tough side.

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On our anniversary, I was basting the roast when my husband’s encrypted laptop lit up on the kitchen counter. Alex Bradley, the ruthless Underboss of New York, never made mistakes. But tonight, he left a chat room open. The notification shattered my world: "Is the idiot eating the dog food yet?" It was from his mistress, Charlotte. They were betting on whether I would eat the red velvet cake she had spiked with her Rottweiler’s excrement. I realized then that my marriage was a long-con. I was just a "placeholder" wife to secure his promotion to Don. To survive, I had to play the part. Alex sat on the bed, feeding me the tainted cake with a loving smile. "Eat up, Jillian," he purred. "It’s to die for." I swallowed every bite of the filth, forcing myself not to vomit until he left the room. The humiliation didn't stop there. I found out our marriage license was void. He publicly bought me a twenty-million-dollar necklace at a gala, then abandoned me to face the debt, forcing me to hand over my grandmother’s earrings as collateral. He even watched calmly as his family beat me for a prank Charlotte orchestrated. But the final blow came when I overheard him planning our "romantic" getaway. "The blizzard hits Friday," he told Charlotte. "It’ll look like a tragic accident. Hypothermia." He thought he was taking a lamb to the slaughter. He didn’t know I had been counting down the days. When we arrived at the cabin and he went to prepare my "accident," I didn't cry. I tossed one of my boots over the cliff edge to stage my death. Then I climbed into the black extraction van waiting in the snow. Alex Bradley thought he had killed his wife. He had no idea he had just set her free.

Mafia Modern Romance

7.1

Bound by the Mafia Lord's Gilded Chains

7.1

One look was all it took for the Golden Wolf to mark his prey. To the glittering elite of Milan, Dante Moretti is a god among men, a billionaire mogul whose Midas touch turns every gold future into an empire. But beneath the bespoke Italian suits and the cold, amber eyes lies a monster. Sworn in as the new Capo of the Moretti Syndicate over his father's open casket, Dante is a man who rules with an iron grip and a heart of stone. He doesn't ask for what he wants. He takes it. Then he saw Bianca. Bianca Rossi is a creature of light, an innocent art student who finds beauty in the shadows of Milan's back alleys. She lives for her canvas and her dreams, unaware that a chance encounter in a midnight storm has placed her in the sights of the city's most dangerous predator. Dante doesn't just want her. He is obsessed. Using his billions like a silken web, Dante orchestrates a "gilded cage" for Bianca. From anonymous scholarships to lavish "chance" encounters, he draws her into a world of blood-stained gold and lethal power plays. But Bianca is no porcelain doll. Behind her soft beauty lies a fierce, indomitable spirit that refuses to be bought-or broken. As a brutal war with the Ricci family threatens to burn Milan to the ground, Bianca must choose: flee the man who stalks her dreams, or stand beside the Wolf and become his Queen. In a world where loyalty is paid in blood and love is a lethal weakness, will Dante's possessiveness be their salvation... or their ultimate destruction?

Mafia Modern Romance

7.2

His Brother's Obsession, Her Mafia Throne

7.2

Elena stood flawless in her bridal gown. Five years of molding herself for Dante Moretti and a powerful mafia treaty culminated now. This dress was her only solace. Then her phone buzzed. A text from Dante: "Wedding canceled." Two cold words, no explanation. Her world shattered, heart a sledgehammer blow. Dante answered her call from a hospital, commanding her to leave, no apology. Her father and 500 mafia guests outside whispered of "humiliation." Marco then cleared Dante's things, revealing he was moving his long-comatose 'white swan,' Sofia, into their intended home. Her father's ultimatum: win Dante back in thirty days, or be married to a sadistic Russian boss. Discarded, betrayed, and trapped, Elena felt absolute humiliation. She despised five years wasted, facing a fate worse than death. But as tears blurred her vision, a dangerous thought ignited: Dante wasn't the only Moretti. She wouldn't cry or beg. Instead, she'd choose the most terrifying Moretti of all, and make Dante pay for his arrogance.

Mafia Modern Romance

7.7

Reborn: The Mafia Heiress They Abandoned

7.7

In my past life, the bullet chambered in the gun on the desk was less lethal than the indifference of the two men standing beside me. Dante and Matteo were supposed to be the future kings of Chicago, and I was their queen. But they threw it all away for Sofia—a liar with a pretty face and a fake sob story about a gambling father. They forced me into a gilded cage, making me serve Sofia like a maid while they played her saviors. They let me rot in isolation until I swallowed a bottle of pills just to escape the coldness of their neglect. They didn't even mourn me; they were too busy comforting the girl who would eventually destroy them. I died realizing that my loyalty was my fatal flaw. I had worshipped men who saw me as nothing more than an accessory, while they sacrificed their empire for a woman who played them for fools. But the universe has a sick sense of humor. It sent me back. Back to the day that sealed my fate. The Consigliere pushed the assignment papers toward us—the path to becoming Bosses. "We are not going," Dante said, looking at me with cold eyes. "Sofia needs us. She is fragile." In my past life, I begged them to stay. This time, I stepped forward and picked up the pen. "I will go," I said, signing my name in sharp black ink. "I don't need your protection anymore."

Billionaire Mafia Modern

9.2

Rising From Ash: The Mafia Queen Returns

9.2

To my husband, I was just a political bridge, a treaty with a heartbeat. While I sat alone in our cold estate, hiding the child growing inside me, Dante spent his days comforting his late brother's wife, Vanessa. He treated her like porcelain and me like furniture. The breaking point came the night I went into labor. Dante didn't hold my hand. He ran out of the clinic to comfort Vanessa over a fake emergency, leaving me and his unborn heir alone in the cold sterile room. So, I decided to give him exactly what he deserved: a ghost. I staged my death in the storm, leaving behind nothing but signed divorce papers and a tiny, mud-stained onesie. When Dante returned, he was told I died screaming his name. He spent months digging through the wreckage of the lighthouse with his bare hands, sobbing into the mud, finally realizing he had sacrificed his diamond for a stone. He discovered too late that I wasn't just a submissive wife—I was the secret daughter of Don Stefano, the most dangerous man in Europe. It took him three years to find me again. He fell to his knees at my feet, covered in grime, begging to meet his son. "I will fix this," he wept. "I will give you everything." I looked down at him from the steps of my private jet, flanked by my own army. "You can't fix what you broke, Dante," I said coldly. "If you ever come near my son again, I won't send a lawyer. I will send a war."

Mafia Modern Romance

8.2

Scars Of Love: The Boss's Misunderstood Ex

8.2

These are the last thirty days of my life. Four years ago, I secretly donated my kidney to save Falco, the mafia soldier I loved deeply. To ensure he accepted the surgery, I lied and said I betrayed him for money, selling myself to a rival family. Now, he is the ruthless mob boss of this city, and he has finally found me. He thinks my terminal illness is just another trick. "The sight of you makes me sick," he sneered. I bore his humiliation, quietly bought my own grave, and waited to pass away in peace. But when the underground doctor uploaded my surgical records to the mafia network, Falco completely broke down.

Mafia Modern Romance

A Contract Marriage with My Professor

Chapter 3

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