
When Trouble Meets Mr. Perfect
Pia · Ongoing · 62.2k Words
Introduction
Humiliated. Betrayed. Disowned by her own mother. Krystalina is left with nothing, no dignity, no home, not even a single penny to her name.
Just when she thinks life cannot be cruel, London's richest and most ruthless lawyer offers her a lifeline.
A marriage contract. A surrogacy agreement.
Strict rules : No emotions. No s****l intimacy. No attachment with the baby.
But rules are meant to be broken.The moment passion blurs the lines, secrets begin to unravel and the truth behind his cold proposal threatens to destroy them both.
Can a relationship born out of betrayal survive their love?
"You've been a very bad girl, Mrs Ashton. Always disobeying me." His thumb brushed over my lower lip, possessive, stealing my breath. "I don't want my baby to be ill-mannered, like you," he said calmly.
Tears welled in my eyes at his audacity. "Then you should terminate the contract."
Chapter 1
"Will you marry me Nancy Lockwood?"
I watched my boyfriend getting down on one knee holding out a ring in front of my friend.
And she is wearing red.
The exact same shade that Morgan told me I look unforgettable in. I put a hand on my chest and put pressure to ease the pain that was making my heart contract.
I watch him slide a familiar ring into her dainty finger, and she gasps like she was not expecting it. Tears of joy streamed down from her eyes, and a smile broke into her red lips.
This has to be a joke, or maybe she is just helping him with rehearsals. She called me today, saying that Morgan is going to propose to me and I should be here in a red dress.
It is an act. I know it is because she is my friend and he is my boyfriend. They are just rehearsing so that he does not mess up the big proposal.
Her name must have slipped out by mistake.
This is just a rehearsal.
But they do not have to pretend anymore. I am here.
I smiled and walked towards them with a hammering heart. I tried to put a smile on my face and tapped on Morgan's shoulder to gain his attention, which was on Nancy.
He turned his head to look at me, his olive green eyes widening in shock as if he had seen a ghost. "Hi," my voice trembled.
I thought he would pull me into his arms and say that he was just waiting for me. But the frown between his brows deepened.
"Kristie, what are you doing here?" he asked, and the ache in my chest deepened. Before I could speak anything, I watched Nancy claim his lips in front of me, and he kissed her back like he never kissed me.
Nancy looked at me over his shoulder, her eyes sparkling with mockery as she deepened the kiss with my boyfriend.
What is happening?
The people around me cheered and applauded the act while I stood there in disbelief and in shock.
I feel like someone has pulled ground beneath my feet. My knees buckle and I let out a painful gasp.
"Won't you congratulate us, Kristie?" Nancy flashed the ring before my eyes, a grin stretched on her mouth.
"Kristie, babe, I can explain. It's not what you think…"
I raised my hand and slapped him so hard that my palm stung.
It was not a rehearsal, it was not a prank, it was not a bad dream. My boyfriend of two years proposed to my friend in front of the world, in front of me.
He was betraying me while I was dreaming about our future. They played me, and I was a stupid fool to trust them.
She planned it all long before.
A lone tear escaped from my eye, my chin wobbling, unable to control a sob that spilled from my mouth. I cannot breathe.
"Kristie, let's not create a scene here," he said and grabbed my arm, trying to pull me away from the crowd which witnessed him proposing and getting slapped.
I released my hand from his grip and grabbed his collar. "I did everything for you, forgave you when you treated me like shit and you cheated on me. How could you do that?" I yelled at the top of my lungs.
I tried not to break down in front of him. He has hurt me enough.
I raised my hand to slap his disgusting face again, but a sudden shove on my chest made me stumble back and fall on my butt.
Humiliation burned inside me.
He came forward to help me, but she held his hand and he stopped. He freaking stopped.
"You think he loved you, Kristie. You were nothing but a side chick to him," Nancy spoke, and I smiled bitterly.
I got up and sneered, "So, he needed a side chick because you could not satisfy him?"
Her face fell, and at this moment I pity her. What does she think? That he will not hurt her?
"Morgan, it's time you show her her real place," she whined like a bitch and hugged my cheater ex like her life was dependent on it.
I still wished that he would push her away and say sorry, but he did not. He pulled her close, wiping her fake crocodile tears.
My heart contracted in pain. How long has it been going on that he did not think twice to hurt me like this?
They are not even guilty of what they did. She schemed against me by bringing me here so that she could degrade me and she succeed.
But Morgan… I didn't know he would betray me, after what we have been through. Doesn't my love matter to him at all?
"Yes, baby, I will, and she wasn't even a good fuck," he said in a low voice but loud enough for me to hear. A tear slipped from my eyes at his sheer audacity.
Something inside me broke at his cruel words. How could he discuss our private life in front of everyone?
I wiped my cheek and strode towards them. They cannot break me.
I held Nancy's hand and stared deadly into my ex-boyfriend's eyes, whose face was red and my fingers were imprinted over his cheek.
"Your begging won't melt my heart, Kristie. Morgan is mine. He has always been," Nancy spoke, and a bitter chuckle left my mouth.
Suddenly, a painful cry escaped from her as I twisted her hand behind her back and pulled out the ring from her finger.
It was the ring my nono gave me, and like a stupid girl I gave it to him because he needed money for the repair of his Mercedes.
But I did not know he would use me like this.
Another cry escaped from her mouth as I pushed her away. "What the fuck is wrong with you, Kristie?" Morgan yelled while consoling the love of his life.
"You are marrying the man who proposed to you with his ex-girlfriend's ring. Good luck with my unwanted leftovers, Nancy."
I turned around and walked away from them. I could hear the laughter from other people.
As I walked out, I did not even realize tears were slipping down my cheeks.
I should have listened to Daria, my best friend, who warned me again and again not to trust Morgan, but I did not listen to her and pushed her away from me.
I slid against the alley wall and sob after sob tore through my chest. I do not know how to survive this.
How did it happen? I did everything for him. Dressed the way he preferred, became what he wanted me to be.
Forgave him when he slapped me for the first time just because he lost a hefty amount in a poker game. I told myself it was stress. I thought he raised his hand because I had done something to make him angry.
And all I got was betrayal and humiliation for loving him. And was she not my friend? Then why?
I stayed in the dark alley until a sudden wave of shiver rolled down my spine, goosebumps rising over my body as I felt someone's eyes on me.
Someone was watching me.
I turned my face, but there was no one. I wiped tears and shot to my feet.
What I did not realise was someone had been following my every step.
Last Chapters
#50 Chapter 50
Last Updated: 4/29/2026#49 Chapter 49
Last Updated: 4/29/2026#48 Chapter 48
Last Updated: 4/29/2026#47 Chapter 47
Last Updated: 4/29/2026#46 Chapter 46
Last Updated: 4/29/2026#45 Chapter 45
Last Updated: 4/29/2026#44 Chapter 44
Last Updated: 4/29/2026#43 Chapter 43
Last Updated: 4/29/2026#42 Chapter 42
Last Updated: 4/29/2026#41 Chapter 41
Last Updated: 4/29/2026
You Might Like 😍
What the Heart Wants (Book 1 of the Alpha Faros Series)
Not loving him will cost more.
Derek has one goal: survive high school without drawing too much attention or pissing off his pack’s alpha.
As the youngest son of the alpha, his life is governed by lycan hierarchy, tradition, and politics. With no signs of awakening a lycan spirit, his only value is what he can do for the pack’s image. He knows he’s only ever one misstep away from exile… or worse.
Then, he finds a boy trapped in a locker on orientation day, and everything changes.
Derek shouldn’t want Nikolias. He’s off-limits. A risk Derek can’t afford.
So why does it feel like he’s the only thing worth fighting for?
Nikolias has just lost everything: his parents, his home, and any sense of peace. Sent back to the town his family left years ago to live with his prejudiced and controlling uncle, who wants nothing to do with anything—or anyone—not human, he’s trying to do everything in his power to get out quickly.
But then he meets Derek again, and all of his plans vanish in the soft, yearning flecks of gold in Derek’s green-hazel eyes. He’s drawn to Derek in a way that’s impossible to deny, and he thinks Derek feels the same way, despite the danger their relationship holds for him.
As Moonshadow's politics turn deadly, Derek and Nikolai are caught in the crossfire of a war that had started long before they were born, and their bond becomes a threat and a lifeline that neither can afford to sever.
Because the heart wants what it wants….
And it never asks permission.
TW: Graphic Violence, Suicide Ideation, Suicide Attempt, Child Abuse, Cult-Like Behavior
From Substitute To Queen
Heartbroken, Sable discovered Darrell having sex with his ex in their bed, while secretly transferring hundreds of thousands to support that woman.
Even worse was overhearing Darrell laugh to his friends: "She's useful—obedient, doesn't cause trouble, handles housework, and I can fuck her whenever I need relief. She's basically a live-in maid with benefits." He made crude thrusting gestures, sending his friends into laughter.
In despair, Sable left, reclaimed her true identity, and married her childhood neighbor—Lycan King Caelan, nine years her senior and her fated mate. Now Darrell desperately tries to win her back. How will her revenge unfold?
From substitute to queen—her revenge has just begun!
Avery and the Cursed Alpha
Then a mysterious billionaire offers her a deal that sounds too good to be true.
Alexander Ravenswood is powerful, wealthy, and feared throughout Tenebrous City. Behind his perfect public image lies a deadly secret. He is the Alpha of the Nocturne Pack, cursed by an ancient bloodline that is slowly driving him toward madness and death. His only hope lies in finding the legendary Aethon Orb—or the prophesied mate destined to save him.
When Alex discovers that Avery can draw symbols connected to the long-lost artifact, he offers her a contract she cannot refuse: become his fake fiancée for six months in exchange for enough money to erase her debts and save her home.
What begins as a business arrangement quickly becomes something far more dangerous.
As they search for the missing Orb, Avery is drawn into a hidden world of werewolves, ancient prophecies, and deadly pack rivalries. Powerful enemies want Alex's throne. A jealous Alpha heiress wants Avery gone. And a ruthless rival Alpha will stop at nothing to claim the Orb for himself.
But the greatest secret of all may be Avery herself.
Because the closer she gets to Alex, the more impossible truths begin to surface about her past, her strange abilities, and the destiny that has been waiting for her all along.
With a curse threatening Alex's life, enemies closing in from every side, and a forbidden bond growing stronger by the day, Avery must decide whether to walk away from the dangerous Alpha who needs her—or risk everything for a love written by fate itself.
In a city where secrets kill and destiny cannot be escaped, can a fake engagement become a love powerful enough to change the future?
The Alpha's Stripper Mate
"What?" It was out of my mouth before I could stop it. I did not wait for him to answer me, I walked toward him.
"Dance on my lap."
My head screamed at me to turn around and run. But my whole body responded to his command.
"Yes, Alpha," I pulled my dress over my body, it dropped over my head and fell to the ground behind me. I was left in nothing but my matching bra and thong. My hands covered my chest on reflex.
"Let me see."
My hands dropped to my sides.
I lowered myself into his lap, facing him. His eyes peered into mine, and I could feel his hot breath fan my face. His dick responded to all my moves, hardening against my now-moist vagina. I swallowed hard, allowing my lips to part in a ragged breath. His hands trailed up to my waist.
"No touching."
At the tender age of eleven, JoJo Wyatt was forced to grow up far sooner than she should have. Born to a cruel father and a weak mother, she quickly realized she had to become the breadwinner for herself and her sister. Nothing else mattered to her, not even the hottest men. In fact, she despised them. After one horrific night, she swore never to have any contact with the male species again. That was, until she started working for him as his stripper.
Meanwhile, Alpha Lake Rush, thirty, was the most feared Alpha in the country. Burdened by his own share of life's struggles, he had learned only to be cruel and reckless, rejecting not one but two mates. But what happens when he discovers yet another mate, and she turns out to be his stripper?
A pack of their own
From Sacrificed Slave to the Dragon King's Obsession
His fangs glinted as he gripped my chin, forcing me to meet his gaze. Dragon scales shimmered along his neck, breath scorching my skin.
"Your Majesty... I beg—" He shoved me onto the bed. Silk tore with a sharp rip, cold air rushing over my exposed body.
"Scared?" He smirked, palm sliding down my waist, fingers tracing slow, burning circles. "Yet you shiver... not from cold."
I lunged for the candlestick, but he caught my wrist, pinning it overhead. His knee forced my legs apart.
"When your father gave you to me," his lips brushed my ear, voice a dark rumble, "you were already mine."
On the eve of freedom after ten years of servitude, Lina Valeria stood one night away from reuniting with her betrothed. But Dragon King Augustus condemned her to the Abyss Mines on false charges—a trap forged from obsessive desire.
Augustus Ashenwing, Supreme Sovereign of Skyhold Citadel, is ruthless and feared by all races. His obsession stems from ancient grudges and dragonkind's most dangerous instinct: possessive desire. He demands her submission, binding her to his throne as his consort.
From prisoner to queen, Lina battles him through court intrigue and twisted passion—fighting for her mother, her freedom, her dignity.
Yet this cold-blooded tyrant reserves all tenderness for her alone. He indulges her temper, bends his pride, compromises without limit—anything to see her smile. Gradually, her heart wavers. But loving him means betraying Kain, who waited eleven years. Torn between duty and desire, she drowns in agonizing guilt.
Love and hatred intertwined—a forbidden dragon romance in a realm of oppression.
The Shattered Moon King
Lena is a survivor. For years, she has weathered the harsh, post-apocalyptic landscape by following one rule: trust no one. But when she finds an amnesiac man near death in the wilderness—a man with kind eyes and a strength that is anything but human—she makes a choice that will unravel her solitary existence.
She calls him Cain, but the shattered-moon tattoo on his back brands him as Kaelen, the long-dead Alpha of the powerful Sky-Fall pack. His return triggers a brutal civil war with the usurper who stole his throne and his fated mate. Hunted by Lycan assassins and a fanatical human commander desperate for the secrets locked in Lena's own past, their only hope lies in embracing the very power Kaelen can't remember and Lena has always feared.
As they uncover a conspiracy that threatens not just the pack, but the future of every living thing, Kaelen must fight for a kingdom he doesn't know and Lena must confront a legacy she tried to bury. In a world of broken thrones and fated bonds, they will discover that the greatest choice is not between love and duty, but between who you are told you must be, and who you choose to become.
They'll Regret This
My fiancé didn't just dump me—he proposed to her that same night. My so-called family handed me bus fare and a one-way ticket to the countryside.
Perfect. Let them think they won.
They don't know who I really am. The anonymous genius surgeon who saves lives when elite hospitals give up. The legendary artist whose paintings sell for millions at auction. The undefeated shadow queen of the underground fighting circuit. And the true heiress to a fortune that makes theirs look like pocket change.
Now my ex-fiancé begs on his knees. My fake sister's jealousy is eating her alive. And that cold, arrogant CEO who once threw our engagement contract in my face? He's hunting me down like a man possessed, desperate for one more chance.
They threw me away like trash to upgrade their lives.
Joke's on them.
I was always the upgrade.
Accardi
“I thought you said you were done chasing me?” Gen mocked.
“I am done chasing you.”
Before she could formulate a witty remark, Matteo threw her down. She landed hard on her back atop his dining room table. She tried to sit up when she noticed what he was doing. His hands were working on his belt. It came free of his pants with a violent yank. She collapsed back on her elbows, her mouth gaping open at the display. His face was a mask of sheer determination, his eyes were a dark gold swimming with heat and desire. His hands wrapped around her thighs and pulled her to the edge of the table. He glided his fingers up her thighs and hooked several around the inside of her panties. His knuckles brushed her dripping sex.
“You’re soaking wet, Genevieve. Tell me, was it me that made you this way or him?” his voice told her to be careful with her answer. His knuckles slid down through her folds and she threw her head back as she moaned. “Weakness?”
“You…” she breathed.
Genevieve loses a bet she can’t afford to pay. In a compromise, she agrees to convince any man her opponent chooses to go home with her that night. What she doesn’t realize when her sister’s friend points out the brooding man sitting alone at the bar, is that man won’t be okay with just one night with her. No, Matteo Accardi, Don of one of the largest gangs in New York City doesn’t do one night stands. Not with her anyway.
The Rogue King II
Under the weight of his grief and pain, along with of the uncertainty of the new mate bond forged between Silas and Nate, Silas decides that he needs help. The weight of being Alpha that nearly just lost his pack if his little sister hadn’t been there, Silas decides to push everything away to be a better and stronger Alpha. Using magic is father gave him, Silas loses so much more than his way.
Nate, struggling with the mate bond, what the bond means for him, has continued to fight Silas, his Alpha, his best friend, and now his mate. When their fight goes too far, both Silas and Nate must deal with the consequences. It both pulls them together and tears them apart. Eventually leading to a full break in any relationship they had ever had.
On his own, Silas has to navigate through the next chapter alone. Coming to realize his actions, the consequences, and just how much it’s going to take to repair the damage he has done.
Nate, also on his own, works through what it means to step up in more ways than one. Somehow, even after her death, Aelia is still reaching out and helping Nate navigate the world on his own. He vows to grow and step up into the wolf that she knew he could be.
Book 2 in The Rogue Kings following immediately after The Rogue Kings I - Solaris' Reign. Trigger Warnings. Rated 18+.
The CEO's Unspoken Love
Before I could answer, he moved closer, suddenly looming over me, his face inches from mine. I felt my breath caught, my lips parting in surprise.
"Then this is the price for speaking ill of me to others," he murmured, nipping my lower lip before claiming my mouth in a real kiss. It began as punishment but quickly transformed into something else entirely as I responded, my initial rigidity melting into compliance, then active participation.
My breathing accelerated, small sounds escaping my throat as he explored my body. His touches were both punishment and pleasure, drawing shudders from me that I thought he felt reverberating through his own body.
My nightgown had ridden up, his hands discovering more of mine with each caress. We were both lost in sensation, rational thought receding with each passing second...
Three years ago, to fulfill the wish of his grandmother, I was forced to marry Derek Wells, the second son of the family that had adopted me for ten years. He didn't love me, but I had secretly loved him all along.
Now, the three-year contractual marriage is about to end, but I feel that some kind of sentiment has developed between Derek and me that neither of us is willing to admit. I'm not sure if my feelings are right, but I know that we can't resist each other physically...












