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I Left My Billionaire Groom At The Altar &Married His Enemy

I Left My Billionaire Groom At The Altar &Married His Enemy

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last updateآخر تحديث : 2026-04-14
بواسطة:  Deeمكتمل
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Dark Romance

First-Person POV

Steamy

Intelligent

Mafia

Secretary

Office Relationship

Runaway Bride/Groom

Twisted

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. I gave him my body He offered me revenge Neither of us expected to give our hearts... Or that the enemy warming my bed every night ...was the brother everyone thought died fifteen years ago. Now I'm pregnant and only one knight get's to keep the empire and me

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Dee
Dee
Hello everyone, your author here. I have a new book on the platform; "My Twin and Fiancé Betrayed me, so I married his rival". I hope you all love it.
2026-05-28 18:07:06
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Kathryn
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Loving this story. I hope you keep it going soon.
2026-03-16 05:54:28
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Brenda
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I’m loving this book but Davis is wrong when he knows Lucian loves Bella
2026-02-10 17:50:26
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Dee
Dee
Hii dear readers. I do hope you're enjoying the book ...? Let's interact a little. Tell me your favourite character and why you chose him/her
2026-01-22 07:36:49
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Hii everyone. I'm glad you're all enjoying the story. Please keep liking and commenting to encourage your author. Thank youu🥹
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Chapter 1
**Isabella's POV** The organ swelled like it was trying to rip my heart out through my ribcage. Every step down that endless marble aisle felt like walking the plank. Five hundred pairs of eyes burned into me, but I only saw one face. Alexander Knight. My groom. The man who, twenty minutes ago, had been balls-deep in my maid of honor. He stood at the altar looking like a fallen angel (dark hair perfectly tousled, blue eyes glassy with what the world would call “overwhelming love”). A single tear (an actual tear) slid down his cheek as I approached. Cameras flashed. Someone in the front row whispered, “They’re so in love.” I smiled. Wide. Beautiful. Deadly. “You asshole,” I breathed, so low only I could hear it. “Today you lose everything.” The hem of my Vera Wang dragged over white rose petals like I was rolling over his grave. My hands shook inside the lace gloves, but I forced them still. I would not cry. Not here. Not for him. When I reached the altar, Alex
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Chapter 2
**Isabella's POV** I stared at the stranger across the booth like he’d just offered to sell me the Brooklyn Bridge. “Destroy him with you?” I repeated, voice hoarse from running and screaming and pure rage. “What is this, a Marvel movie? Who even are you?” He didn’t answer right away. He just leaned back, unbuttoned his soaked coat with slow, deliberate fingers, and let the silence stretch until it felt like foreplay. Rainwater slid down his throat and disappeared under the crisp white shirt clinging to his chest. Lord have mercy. The man was built like punishment. And he smelled… God, he smelled expensive. Like cedar, smoke, and bad decisions I suddenly wanted to make. I narrowed my eyes. “If you’re a reporter, I swear, He lifted one dark brow. “Do I look like I chase stories, princess?” The barista (purple hair, her name tag reading “KAYLA ”) slid two shot glasses between us without being asked. Tequila. Top-shelf. The good stuff that costs more than my monthly r
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Chapter 3
**Isabella's POV** I woke up in a stranger’s penthouse with a hangover that felt like Alexander himself was jackhammering my skull. Not metaphorical. Actual penthouse. Actual stranger. Actual deal with the devil had made me sign at 3 a.m. while I was still wearing a wet wedding dress. I groaned into the silk pillowcase. “Kill me now.” “Already considered it,” a deep voice said from the doorway. “Decided you’re more useful alive.” I shot upright. Lucian Voss, leaning against the frame, arms crossed, wearing black sweatpants that hung low enough to be illegal and nothing else. Morning light sliced across his chest like it had a personal vendetta against my ovaries. “Jesus Christ, put a shirt on,” I croaked. He smirked. “It’s my house.” “Your house, your rules. My retinas, my trauma.” He pushed off the doorframe and strolled in with two coffees. Handed me one. Black, two sugars, splash of vanilla. Exactly how I like it. I narrowed my eyes. “How did you—” “You sc
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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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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 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 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 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 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 10
**Bella’s POV** I woke to the soft glow of morning light slipping through the curtains, my body deliciously heavy and sore in places I hadn’t felt in… well, ever. For a moment I just lay there,the sheets tangled around my legs and heart still racing from the memory of last night. I could not shake off the feelings from last night, Lucian’s hands on my skin, his mouth hot and demanding, the way he’d looked at me—like I was the only thing in the world that mattered. It had been reckless, overwhelming, and completely shattering. And now, in the quiet aftermath, reality crept in. I turned my head. The spot beside me was still warm, but empty. Lucian was gone. I sat up slowly, clutching the sheet to my chest, suddenly hyper-aware of how naked I was—how naked we’d both been just hours ago. My cheeks burned. What did this mean? He’d told me Alexander was his half-brother, that Alexander had tried to kill him, and then… we’d kissed. And more than kissed. A lot more. I swung my legs ov
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