Accidental Jackpot: I Scored A Billionaire

Chapter 1 Nora’s POV Today was not just any night. Not just his birthday. It was going to be the night. The night I finally gave myself to the boy I’d loved since high school. Seven years of holding hands, movie dates, forehead kisses and promises. Seven years of soft-spoken "I’ll wait for you" and me believing every single one. I stared at my reflection, running my fingers nervously over the neckline of the red satin dress I’d almost put back on the hanger three different times in the store. It hugged my body in all the right places, made me look like I knew what I was doing when in reality, my hands had been shaking since morning. Behind me, Selene let out a low whistle, arms crossed and leaning against the wall like she was about to start rating me out of ten. “Damn, Nora,” she grinned, popping her gum. “You sure you’re just giving him cake tonight? Or are we finally popping that cherry?” I blushed, turning away and pretending to fix my earrings, even though they were fine.

Chapter 3 Nora’s POV “Mmm... Austin?” My voice was thick with sleep, echoing through wherever room I currently laid, I reached out blindly, fingers brushing across warm sheets, soft pillows, and… A Hard, solid and muscular chest. My heart rate spiked, that was definitely not Austin's. I frowned, still not opening my eyes. Maybe I was dreaming. Maybe Austin had finally been hitting the gym like he swore he would every New Year. I curled closer, wrapping an arm around him, pressing my cheek to the warmth. But something else was wrong. Austin’s chest didn’t feel like this; his was soft, warm with a layer of gentle flesh I’d always found comforting. This… this was sculpted and firm. Quite similar to a rock. Wait a minute… I blinked slowly. The light streaming through unfamiliar cream-colored curtains made me squint. This wasn’t Austin’s room. This wasn’t my room either. My lashes fluttered open fully, and that’s when the world exploded. I screamed, jerking back so fast I fell

Chapter 5 Nora's POV The room was too white and bright. Too loud with so many guests as if we were holding a press meeting. It was like walking into heaven if heaven had a bad sense of humor. Chandeliers the size of horses dangled from the gold-embellished ceiling, catching every glint of light and flinging it into my eyes like a taunt. Roses; no, not just roses; imported roses in obnoxiously perfect arrangements spilled across the pews and trailed along the aisle like someone thought this was a royal coronation. Who organized this wedding, holy mother. This is wealth. “Move,” one of the maids assigned to me to ensure I don't run away whispered behind me, nudging my arm harder than necessary. I stumbled forward slightly, the ridiculous weight of the gown and veil dragging my body like chains. Three other maids flanked me, all dressed in ivory like angels assigned to escort me straight to hell. Or maybe prison. I wasn’t sure which I preferred anymore. The music played softly. A