I Left My Billionaire Groom At The Altar &Married His Enemy
So, Mrs. Knight,” he said, voice dripping with mockery, “do we have a deal?”
I stared at his hand. Then at his face. Then at the empty shot glasses.
I slapped my palm into his.
“It’s not Mrs. Knight anymore,” I said, squeezing hard. “And you, Mr. Arrogant, just hired the most vindictive assistant you’ll ever have.”
His fingers tightened around mine, warm and strong and promising all kinds of chaos.
“Welcome to the dark side, Isabella.”
Behind us, Kayla whispered to herself and few people in the coffee shop, “Y’all, I’m literally witnessing the start of a mafia romance…”
Lucian’s eyes never left mine.
Something electric and dangerous crackled between us.
And in that moment, drunk off tequila and vengeance, I signed my soul with the Devil.
I said no to Alexander Knight at the altar.
Then I said yes to Lucian Voss in the rain, still wearing my wedding dress... Because my fiancee betrayed me twenty minutes before we tied the knots.
With Lucian, it was a fake relationship stringed with mind-blowing nights.
Until I found out the man warming my bed is the “dead” heir Alexander tried to kill,
and the baby I’m carrying could destroy them both.
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Chapter: Chapter 9**Lucian's POV** I watched as Isabella yanked her hands off from mine and Alexander's, her eyes flashing with a mix of anger and frustration. "I'm out of here," she said, her voice firm as she headed straight outside of the coffee shop. Alexander's face twisted with rage and disappointment. "Fine, walk away," he spat, his eyes following Isabella out the door. He turned to me, his gaze cold and menacing. "You think you've won, don't you?" he sneered. I scoffed, rolling my eyes. "Won what, exactly?" I asked, my voice laced with sarcasm. But Alexander didn't respond. Instead, he turned and headed to the bar, grabbing a bottle of alcohol on his way. I watched him go, a mixture of amusement and disdain on my face. The coffee shop patrons were still buzzing with excitement, their cameras flashing as they tried to get a shot of the drama that had just unfolded. But I didn't care. I was already heading outside, my eyes scanning the crowd for Isabella. I spotted her standing by the car,
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Chapter: Chapter 8**Isabella's POV** I took a sip of my coffee, feeling the warm liquid slide down my throat. Lucian and I were sitting at a small table by the window, enjoying a rare moment of peace after a chaotic day at work. Kayla, our friend and barista, had offered us free drinks, but Lucian had politely declined, insisting on paying. "Thanks, Kayla, but we've got this," Lucian said with a little smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners. Kayla beamed and patted Lucian on the back. "You're a lifesaver, Lucian. I'll make sure to put it on the house." As Kayla walked away, I turned to Lucian and asked, "So, what's your story? You always seem so...mysterious." Lucian raised an eyebrow, his expression unreadable. "After you," he said, his voice low and smooth. "ugh...you always do this " I groaned at him He was quiet, still staring at me. That's not new I took another sip of my coffee, feeling a little self-conscious. "Okay...well, I'm from a middle-class family. My parents are nice,no
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Chapter: Chapter 7 **Alexander's POV** I stormed into the board meeting, my anger and frustration palpable. The room fell silent as I took my seat at the head of the table. "Alright, let's get started," I said, my voice low and menacing. "I'm not pleased with the current state of our stock exchange. Our demand has plummeted, and it's all because of this ridiculous marriage saga." My board members shifted uncomfortably in their seats. "Boss, we're doing everything we can to mitigate the damage," one of them said. I slammed my fist on the table, making them jump. "Mitigate the damage? You're not doing enough! I want to see a turnaround in these numbers, and I want to see it now." My marketing department head, a timid-looking woman, spoke up. "We're trying, Sir, but the public perception of you is—" I cut her off, my voice rising. "Public perception? You think I care about that? I'm Alexander fucking knight, for crying out loud and I won't let this company crumble because of some petty PR issue." Th
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Chapter: Chapter 6 **Lucian's POV** I stared at Isabella, expecting her to open the black box, because I figured she's very inquisitive. Instead, she turned around, her face almost touching mine, and said, "Before I open that box, I've got a lot of questions." I opened my arms as if I expected her to search me. "You're free to ask, but your questions have boundaries. I may not answer all of them." She raised an eyebrow. "Why?" I leaned back in my chair, steepling my fingers together. "Because a few days ago, you were the fiancée of my enemy, and there's a high possibility that you still love him and can turn around to help him anytime, any day." Her expression turned chilly, and she took a step back. "So, you don't trust me?" I shook my head. "That's not the issue. The issue is that I don't know you well enough to trust you with sensitive information. You're still a stranger to me, Isabella." She bristled at that. "A stranger? I've moved in with you, agreed to help you destroy your rival, and you
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Chapter: Chapter 5**Isabella's POV**I didn’t sleep.How could I?Every time I closed my eyes I saw that Polaroid burned onto the inside of my eyelids: a younger Lucian laughing with a man who wore Alexander’s face like a Halloween mask.By 6:00 a.m. I was pacing the kitchen in one of Lucian’s black dress shirts (because apparently my own clothes had mysteriously disappeared into the laundry void) and nothing else. The marble was cold under my bare feet. The city outside was still bruised purple with dawn.I had my phone in one hand and a mug of coffee strong enough to wake the dead in the other.Google was useless.“Lucian Voss family” = zero results.“Voss Enterprises founder” = only press releases from the last decade.“Lucian Voss father” = a single obituary from 2010.Jonathan Knight, beloved father, tragically lost at sea.My stomach flipped.Knight.Not Voss.I stared at the screen so hard the letters blurred.“Morning, stalker.”I yelped and spun around, coffee sloshing over the rim.Lucian sto
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Chapter: Chapter 4**Isabella's POV** I had officially moved in with Lucian, and the penthouse felt like a palace built for secrets. Three floors, matte-black marble, smoked glass, and windows so tall the city looked like a toy set beneath us. Everything smelled like Lucian: cedar, smoke, and something darker I couldn’t name. There were no family photos, no books with cracked spines, no cozy throw blankets. Just sharp edges and shadows that moved when you weren’t looking. My “guest room” was bigger than my old apartment. Walk-in closet already stocked with clothes in my exact size (tags still on, all black, white, or blood-red). Creepy? Yes. Convenient? Also yes. Day one of pretending to be Lucian Voss’s girlfriend started with him handing me a black Amex and the words, “Buy something that makes Alexander want to gouge his eyes out.” I saluted. “On it, boss.” He caught my wrist before I could leave, thumb pressing against my pulse. “Tonight we’re photographed leaving Per Se together. Wear t
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