Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 59827 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 299(@200wpm)___ 239(@250wpm)___ 199(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59827 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 299(@200wpm)___ 239(@250wpm)___ 199(@300wpm)
"Do you want a taste of it?"
Her stunned gaze flew up to Ryu...and his lips curved in the slightest of smirks.
"You do want it. Don't you, wife?"
Oh yes, I mean, no, no, no!
"Come here and taste it then."
No!
But already she was taking her first step with legs that threatened to turn into jelly at any moment.
Absolutely not!
And yet she was taking another step.
And another.
And another.
Until her legs finally folded at the perfectly right time, and she found herself kneeling right in front of him, and she was at eye level with...that.
GulpGulpGulpGulpGulpGulpGulpGulpGulpGulpGulpGulp
Her entire body shook at the sudden feel of Ryu slowly driving his fingers through the locks of her hair.
And then he was gripping her head—-
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And she found herself gasping as he slowly guided her head to his throbbing length—-
GulpGulpGulpGulpGulpGulpGulpGulpGulpGulpGulpGulp
And finally, oh finally...
"Mrs. Harcourt?"
The Rancher's Unloved Wife
By Marian Tee
A Marriage of Convenience Romance
Copyright 2026 by Marian Piñera
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All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
The Bride
YOUR MARRIAGE IS YOUR best cover-up story.
And your wife, your strongest witness.
But only if you marry the right woman.
The wise words of Ryu's mentor played in his mind as he studied the profile reports he had ordered from the matchmaking agency.
Hmm.
Only one girl caught his eye: twenty-year-old college student Summerine Chan, and it had everything to do with what she was not.
Zero job experience.
No particular achievement in academics or sports.
Parents frequently disparage their own daughter for not having a backbone.
Even better, his investigator managed to unearth evidence of George Chan's debts, which Ryu could then use as leverage to prevent his future in-laws from interfering in his marriage.
The life he wished to maintain required the utmost secrecy, which could only be provided by the illusion of a perfect marriage.
Pretending to be a fairytale prince was something he was used to. But Ryu also knew that such a role could only go so far.
Sooner or later, people would start wondering and asking questions...unless of course, he chose to pre-empt this by giving everyone something new to talk about. And was there anything more entertaining than news of a billionaire falling in love with a girl society least expected to catch his attention?
Ryu reached for the profile report he had been studying for the last hour.
Summerine.
Her name matched her delicate features, but why did he have a feeling that she was not at all like everyone assumed her to be?
Now or Never
I'M SORRY TO DO THIS.
But I have to.
I'm twenty, not two.
I'm a full-fledged adult with a fully functioning brain, and I respectfully decline to marry just because you want me to.
The words sounded good in Summerine's mind, but the moment she faced the mirror and allowed herself to imagine saying the exact same words—-
I can't.
Her courage dwindled into nothing in a nanosecond.
"I'm t-twenty, n-not t-two."
And it had her stammering like she often did when confronting her parents.
You have to say this, she reminded herself forcefully.
Because if you don't...
Bile rose from her stomach as she tried to envision the future her parents had cold-bloodedly arranged for her.
Their arranged marriage might have worked for them, but...
You need to make a stand!
It's now or never!
So speak up!
Summerine she took a deep breath—-
KNOCK, KNOCK.
But it was too late.
"I need you out." Her mother's tone was imperious.
Summerine contemplated never opening the door.
"I'll drag you by the hair if need be."
And since Annie had never been the type to make idle threats, Summerine reluctantly stepped out of the powder room and was immediately subjected to a frosty glare.
"Why must you always be so slow?"
Because you scare me to death.
The older woman's gaze raked over her from head to toe. "You'll do." Her mother swung away with a decisive snap of her Louboutins, and Summerine followed behind her mother even as a voice inside of her head started taunting her.
(Coward!)
Oh shut up, she mentally snapped back even though she knew talking to herself would only make things worse.
(Why do you even bother dreaming when you don't have the guts to make it come true?)
(Just accept it. You'll always be under their thumb.)
(And you'll be doing their bidding until the day you—-)
Summerine shoved her Inner Troll into an imaginary closet and kicked the doors shut. The last thing she needed was a nonexistent entity pointlessly pointing out the obvious. She would be better off spending her last precious hours (minutes?) of freedom devising a way out—-
Or not.
Summerine could feel her lungs working overtime at the sight of her father impatiently waiting for them in the living room.
Her father, who was supposed to be thousands of miles away.
Her father, who was even more terrifying than Annie.