Power, wealth, and control are the driving forces in Rasmus Dahlgren's world, but they are all powerless to stop his dying grandfather from giving him an Ultimatum: get married and have a child within a year, or else you will lose everything and I'll hand it over to your cousin. Rasmus makes a bargain with Natalie Sandstrom, a poor single mother, in an attempt to protect the family riches and inheritance. He proposed a one year agreement with Natalie, have one child, no affection and I'll give you financial security in return. Natalie accepts his proposal despite her secrets, a hidden past life and the fact that she is unable to conceive after Elliot's birth. Rasmus is pulled to Natalie and her son as their arrangement makes it difficult to distinguish between business and emotion. He never imagined that things could turn around so quickly. However, as the one year contract draws to a close a startling revelation surfaces: he finds out he is the father of her child from a forgotten one-night stand seven years ago. In order to recover the love he never believed he wanted, Rasmus must now face the mysteries and betrayals that tie them both before it's too late.
The rain was pouring down heavily and soaked Rasmus to the bones. He didn't mind at all as the rain seemed to mirror his inner torment. He stood in the dimly lit foyer of Écarlate, the most expensive and secretive brothel in Sweden, his Suit, was wet and clinging to his chiseled physique. The water dripping from his black hair into the lapels of his handcrafted Armani jacket was barely noticeable to him. His world was a blur of alcohol, sorrow, and anger.
Inside, past the velvet ropes and tinted glass, Natalie Sandstrom sat motionless on a couch, her heart racing wildly over her ribs. The air was heavy with perfume and sin, and the walls were lined with women who had learned to smile under the burden of expectation. But she was different from them.
She swallowed hard as her throat felt dry, even though she had taken some champagne earlier. She was not soothed by the gentle hum of jazz. She was drowning, and so was the man outside. He was smothered by loss, and she was suffocated by debt and medical expenses so high that she believed they would bury her alive. She had no power.
The bouncer nodded as Rasmus pushed by him, the strong odor of rain and alcohol clinging to him like a destructive aura. He didn't bother to speak, ignoring the other people in the room. To help him forget, he needed a body.
The woman who handled Natalie, on seeing him enter leaned in and whispered to her
"That one's yours, sweetheart."
She looked at the man who was now standing at the bar. His presence was a command, and his posture conveyed dominance. Even when he ordered his drink, he did not order a menu of women as the others did. The room paused to make place for him; he was simply there.
She made her move. If she didn't, she'd be back on the streets by dawn. If she said yes, she might just survive. She pushed her legs toward him, her heels clicking on the marble floor.
"Looking for companionship?" She barely sounded like herself.
Rasmus turned and looked into her warm brown eyes, and everything stopped for a moment. He handed her a large amount of cash without a word, his gaze unreadable as he looked at her face.
"No names, no small talk, I just need you to keep me warm."
Natalie had to come to terms with the fact. She was capable of doing this. Only for tonight as this will definitely be here last night here.
The bartender tossed him more whiskey. He shoved it aside and stood up, pushed some cash across the bar to him.
"Upstairs." His voice sounded hoarse from exhaustion.
She gave a nod. She ought to be terrified. She was, indeed. But something shattered in his eyes made her follow him. The suite was gold-washed and darkly lighted, with silk sheets and champagne in a bucket of ice. A place designed for fun, for forgetting. Rasmus tore off his tie and threw it on the dresser, moving slowly but methodically. He returned his gaze to her eyes.
"You shouldn't be here." His comments were abrupt. He seemed to know. She swallowed.
"Neither should you." She replied curtly.
The muscles in his jaw tightened. Something about her eyes seemed to draw him in and it stirred up something in him.
The air in the room thickened as he moved closer to her all the while staring into her eyes. His body felt warm all of sudden
He couldn't explain why he was feeling this way with her.
Natalie just stood there staring at him.
"Just this one night." She thought.
The room had become dark. This one night would become a mistake that would later catch up with both of them.
Present Day (The Ultimatum)
The view of Stockholm's skyline from Rasmus Dahlgren's office was unparalleled due to its tall windows. Like the empire he was destined to inherit, the glass walls seemed like a concrete jungle reflecting the city's boundless expanse.
With a grim attitude and sharp Nordic features, Rasmus stood behind a sleek black desk and observed the city below. He was the epitome of authority and a formidable presence in the corporate sector. His black, simple, fitted suit added to the authority he exuded. His grandfather Gustav Dahlgren's rich baritone voice broke the stillness of the room.
"You have one year, Rasmus," Gustav stated, his tone harsh and purposeful.
"One year to marry, to produce an heir, or this family empire will be lost to your greedy and power drunk cousin"
Rasmus didn't give the elderly man a look. He was well aware of Gustav's predicament and he knew that his cousin was capable of tearing down this empire in no time at all. His jaw was clenched when his fingers brushed the desk's glossy wood. Weakness was not an option, but the pressure was too great. This determined the name of his family, their heritage, and their wealth. Gustav's chilly, piercing blue eyes pierced Rasmus like broken glass.
"This is something you can't avoid, Son, you can either fulfill your obligations or watch as everything falls apart. Nobody is indispensable. Not even you." His grandfather said. Now he realized there was no turning back. Rasmus could not do anything except follow the rules that Gustav had established. His serene exterior was threatened by the fury that was building inside of him. As if reading the younger man's soul, Gustav looked at him intently, studying his face.
"Time is of the essence. Rasmus, you've got one year. One year."
When Rasmus turned at last, his gaze met Gustav's. He answered in a tight voice,
"I will find a way, Grandpa."
Without sacrificing anything else he had to figure out how to satisfy his grandfather's requests. It was easier said than done, though.
As the gravity of his grandfather's command sunk in, his mind started racing. He needs to find a woman, marry her, and have a child within a year.
The thought of being stuck in a marriage, out of family obligation rather than passion, made his stomach churn. As he stood there, deep in thoughts, the only sound in the room was the ticking of the wall clock as if it was reminding him that he did not have time.
Nothing can be compared to the feeling of being hated and despised by the very person you love. Ayla would do anything to make CEO Jaxon love her and change his opinion about her but nothing seemed to change him. Forced to perform her wifely duties even though he didn't love her, Ayla was getting fed up of lying to herself that she could change him and that he would love her if she kept trying. " I can't do this anymore," she cried silently as she rubbed the bump on her stomach. She knew she had reached her limits when she became pregnant with his children, that only meant their divorce was around the corner. Choosing not to be dumped and separated from her children, she flees to give them a better life while doing the thing she loves most. She was no longer going to sacrifice her life to please anyone else, only then does the stern CEO realize the value of what he had lost. Now, he has to win her back.
"Sign the divorce papers and get out!" Leanna got married to pay a debt, but she was betrayed by her husband and shunned by her in-laws. Seeing that her efforts were in vain, she agreed to divorce and claimed her half of the properties. With her purse plump from the settlement, Leanna enjoyed her newfound freedom. The constant harassment from her ex's mistress never fazed her. She took back her identities as top hacker, champion racer, medical professor, and renowned jewelry designer. Then someone discovered her secret. Matthew smiled. "Will you have me as your next husband?"
"You're a creepy bastard." His eyes smolder me and his answering grin is nothing short of beautiful. Deadly. "Yet you hunger for me. Tell me, this appetite of yours, does it always tend toward 'creepy bastards'?" **** Widower and ex-boss to the Mafia, Zefiro Della Rocca, has an unhealthy fixation on the woman nextdoor. It began as a coincidence, growing into mere curiosity, and soon, it was an itch he couldn't ignore, like a quick fix of crack for an addict. He didn't know her name, but he knew every inch of her skin, how it flushed when she climaxed, her favourite novel and that every night she contemplated suicide. He didn't want to care, despising his rapt fascination of the woman. She was in love with her abusive husband. She was married, bound by a contract to the Bratva's hitman. She was off-limits. But when Zefiro wanted something, it was with an intensity that bordered on madness. He obsessed, possessed, owned. There'd be bloodshed if he touched her, but the sight of blood always did fascinate him. * When Susanna flees from her husband, she stumbles right into the arms of her devilishly handsome neighbour with a brooding glare. He couldn't stand her, but she needed him, if she was ever going to escape her husband who now wanted her dead. Better the devil you know than the angel you don't. She should have recalled that before hopping into Zefiro's car and letting him whisk her away to Italy. Maybe then, she wouldn't have started an affair with him. He was the only man who touched her right, and the crazy man took no small pains in ensuring he would be the last.
Five years ago, Alessia La Rosa's life took a drastic turn when, suffering from memory loss, she wed to Dominic Carter under her grandfather's mysterious arrangement. But their marriage was a facade, bringing her only humiliation and heartache as Dominic showed no love, and she couldn't conceive. Upon discovering Dominic's infidelity, Alessia sought liberation through divorce. Yet, fate had more in store for her. Five years later, spurred by an anonymous email hinting at her lost child's whereabouts, she returns to the city with her twin babies in tow, determined to uncover the truth. As she navigates the tangled web of her past, a surprising twist awaits. Dominic, upon meeting her again, finds himself drawn to the woman she has become, unaware of her true identity as his former wife. Little does he know, the woman he's falling for is not only his ex-wife but also a powerful Doctor and Master Hacker.
Rumors said that Lucas married an unattractive woman with no background. In the three years they were together, he remained cold and distant to Belinda, who endured in silence. Her love for him forced her to sacrifice her self-worth and her dreams. When Lucas' true love reappeared, Belinda realized that their marriage was a sham from the start, a ploy to save another woman's life. She signed the divorce papers and left. Three years later, Belinda returned as a surgical prodigy and a maestro of the piano. Lost in regret, Lucas chased her in the rain and held her tightly. "You are mine, Belinda."
Kaelyn devoted three years tending to her husband after a terrible accident. But once he was fully recovered, he cast her aside and brought his first love back from abroad. Devastated, Kaelyn decided on a divorce as people mocked her for being discarded. She went on to reinvent herself, becoming a highly sought-after doctor, a champion racer, and an internationally renowned architectural designer. Even then, the traitors sneered in disdain, believing Kaelyn would never find someone. But then the ex-husband’s uncle, a powerful warlord, returned with his army to ask for Kaelyn’s hand in marriage.
Charlee was left at the altar and became a laughingstock. She tried to keep her head high, but ultimately lost it when she received a sex tape of her fiance and her half-sister. Devastated, she ended up spending a wild night with a hot stranger. It was supposed to be one-time thing, but he kept popping up, helping her with projects and revenge, all while flirting with her constantly. Charlee soon realized that it was nice having him around, until her ex suddenly appeared at her door, begging for another chance. Her tycoon lover asked, “Who will you choose? Think carefully before you answer.”