Barbaric Proposal Novels & Stories

A clear delineation between what this was and what it wasn't. This wasn't love. This wasn't romance. This wasn't a fairy tale proposal in a parked car by a park I'd never seen before. This was business. A transaction. An arrangement that benefited us both. "Yes," I said, forcing my voice to stay steady. Forcing a smile onto my face that I didn't quite feel. "Yes, I'll marry you. Contractually." Something flickered in his expression. Something that might have been disappointment or relief or something else entirely.

I said and I can hear a sigh on the other side of the line. “Baron?” He groaned with his authoritative voice. Yes, the bear is back. “Justine,” I cheer up. “Don't play the dominant with me, you know it doesn't work.” I added “Baron, this is not the usual process.” “I didn't know there was a usual process.” I argued. “Can't you let things happen the way they should? Why are you going so fast? Next I know, you are going to propose to him a contract.”

Declan, the Alpha heir of the Nighthowl Pack and my arranged mate, proposed to me right after donating his Alpha marrow to his childhood sweetheart. In my past life, I said yes out of love and for the sake of our pack alliance. But after we mated, the weight of two territories fell entirely on my shoulders. Losing that marrow broke Declan’s inner wolf. He couldn’t fight. He couldn’t shift. He couldn’t even give me a strong heir. I had to run the crystal mines while fighting off rogues for him. Before I even turned forty, I dropped dead. Utterly drained. Worked to death. And Declan? He comfortably took all the territory resources I had bled for and marked his little sweetheart. They lived hap

Jasmine threatened and turned off the phone. Brave looked at the dark phone screen and wanted to scream loudly: "Okay, I quit, I won't do it anymore." Unfortunately, that was just his heart of words. In fact, his expression was as gloomy as a family, thinking to himself: "Life is so boring.” He did not know that his misfortune had just begun. His wife - Bright in a pink apron, with a cute bear print on her chest, holding the long big chopsticks, angry bullet-shaped eyes looking at him questioningly.

His clothes were well cut but not the very latest fashion like Oliver. “Well, I believe we can make a good night of it still Baron Fairfax, I say we call over that miserable gentleman with the book, inform him that I shall be signing onto your account and then we go and play some baccarat? Or is vingt-et-un more your game?” Oliver could not believe his luck, “What have you to gain by doing such a thing?” Milo gestured him to lean towards him and with a heavy hand on his shoulder murmured. “I am an entrepreneur of a different kind. I spy those on a run of bad luck, due to turn good and all I ask is that I take ten percent of your winnings going forward. That pays back your debt, and even some

“I appreciate your honesty. It’s refreshing to see a couple so united in their vision.” He took a deep breath, his expression softening. “Frederick, I sincerely apologise for my previous actions and the threats I made. I want to make amends.” Frederick was taken aback by his apology. “I appreciate that, Mr. Te-Sumi,” he replied, his tone sincere. “It means a lot to me that you’re willing to make things right.” “ Yes. I have a fantastic business deal in mind for you, and to show my goodwill, I’ve booked you both a grand VIP room at my finest five-star hotel in Seoul for tonight.”

“I need you to believe that I would never abandon you.” “I know you’ll never abandon me Papa, but why are you talking like this?” Her eyes were already clouding with tears. Something must have happened when she gone. “And I’ll never do anything that will put you in harm’s way.” “You’re making me worried-” With a deep breath he finally looked at her, stroking the back of her palm that was still on her cheek. “You got a marriage proposal today.” “That hardly seems like a reason to worry. We both know I’m not ready for marriage. Besides, I’m not going to leave you all by your self.”

"Oh, it is about business, Olivia. But my business is with you." He leaned forward, his gaze was on hers. "I have a proposal, one that will clear all your debts and secure your future. But it’s not just about art. It’s about you, Olivia. I want you to be mine, and I’m willing to pay any price to make that happen." Olivia's breath caught in her throat. His words were so calm yet possessive, which sent a shiver in her body. She met his gaze, but there was a hint of fear in her eyes now, a fear that he could indeed make her an offer she couldn’t refuse.

he said, taking the chair across from me. “It’s nothing,” I replied too quickly, willing my shoulders to loosen. “Just…York business.” His brow lifted, but he let it slide. “Then let’s talk about something better—like the Barrowman arbitration. I’ve drafted the initial counterproposal.” Relief flickered through me. Work. Safe ground. I pulled the file toward me and skimmed the top page, already sliding back into the rhythm that always steadied me. We debated clauses and strategy for several minutes, until a sudden pause broke the flow.

Barbson. "Let's get down to why we are here, shall we?" Deila asked politely in a surprisingly relaxed voice. "Mr.Martin?" she nodded to my dad. And we went down on it. The meeting was a smooth one, as smooth as a delegation could be. The Barbsons were proposing an exchange of company percentage. My dad dragged a little for %10 for %5, as expected of a typical businessman he proposed to give five percent of his company to them if they would give ten percent of theirs. I saw it as unreasonable and selfish of him.