Married to the Billionaire to Divorce Him

"You have to do this, Ava. It's the only way," my mother’s voice was loud and clear, cutting me off as I argued with her, insisting that I didn't agree to the sudden arranged marriage. "Your father has already spoken to them, and it’s settled."I stared at her, wondering if this was a dream. I just couldn't understand why she... they were doing this to me. "I don’t have a choice, do I?"She didn't even flinch. "No, you don't.""Mom! You know I haven’t recovered from what James did to me! You saw what I went through, emotionally and mentally!" I took her right hand and pleaded.She looked at me, almost softening, then turned her head away. "Ava, we have concluded, and that’s final." She withdrew her hand and left my room, closing the door behind her. I fell to the floor in tears. Why was this happening to me? The words she said echoed in my head, each one sinking deeper into my chest, making me hurt even more. A proposal. A marriage. An arrangement with a man I didn’t even know, to sav

“Maybe if you weren’t driving like a reckless teenager, this wouldn’t have happened.”He adjusted his cufflinks, his tone was cold. My jaw dropped. “Reckless? Are you serious? you are the one who stopped out of nowhere!”He stepped closer, his broad shoulders and towering frame casting a shadow over me. “Stopped out of nowhere? If you’d been paying attention, you would’ve noticed.” He said sarcastically.I crossed my arms, not backing down. “Oh, I noticed. I noticed your oversized ego taking up the whole damn road!”He arched an eyebrow, and then his lips curved to the side slightly. “Oversized ego? That’s funny coming from someone who can’t even manage to hit the brakes in time. Maybe driving isn’t your thing, sweetheart.” I reacted at the way he said sweetheart, like he was mocking me. “Don’t you dare call me sweetheart. And don’t try to turn this around on me. You’re the one who stopped out of nowhere!”His smirk faded. “You clearly have no idea how to take responsibility for your

"Here is a new dress for your blind date," my mum said as she laid a silky navy-blue dress on my bed."What? Mom..." I said, clearly showing that I wasn't even expecting it. "Where did you even get this? It looks expensive.""It doesn't matter how I got it. What matters is that you need to look breathtaking for your future husband," she said excitedly."Yeah, a future husband I don't even love," I responded."At least he is the breathtaking one," Priscilla added. I threw my pillow at her; she dodged it, giggling."I don't care about his looks," I said."You don't care? Wait! Ava, have you even bothered to know what he looks like?" my mum asked, shocked."Nope! I didn't bother, and I am not gonna bother. Besides, I will see what he looks like today... so what's the big deal?" I said while looking through my clothes for something simple and comfortable."Oh! Wow! Okay, if that's how you want it, that's fine," my mum said."He is so handsome and dreamy. I saw his pictures the other day...

"Ava, I think..." Nathaniel tried to talk to me while we ate. "You think nothing...please just eat and lets get out of here." I cut him off. "You are really stubborn and that's what I don't like about you." He said. "Then I think I should level up my stubbornness to make sure you dislike me even more." I shot back. He suddenly leaned forward, his hand coming towards the side of my face like he wanted to caress me. I stared at him confused and disgusted. What was he trying to do?I shoved his hand away. "stop it! what are you trying to do?""Your hair was in your plate and I just wanted to help you pull it out" He said."oh please! all you had to do was tell me. Don't come near me" I said disgusted.He leaned back, smiled and muttered to himself in a low voice, "No wonder her parents need to marry her off by force." I dropped my spoon on my plate. "What? What did you just say?""I said, this kind of character you have is the reason why you are still single and now your parents have

Nathaniel’s POV" Yes sir, your mother gave the instructions" "Okay. Thanks." I responded to my assistant through the phone as I was about to enter the house. I was angry at what I had just heard. I walked into the house, straight to the most likely place to find my mother.I slammed the door behind me as I entered the study. My mother was already sitting at her desk, her posture rigid, as if she had been expecting this confrontation.“Sit down, Nathaniel,” she said coolly, not even looking up from the papers in front of her. Her voice was calm, but I could hear the tension beneath it.I stood by the door, my hands balled into fists. “I just found out you were behind the article about me and Ava. How could you do this?” I practically growled.Her eyes met mine, not a hint of guilt on her face. “I did what needed to be done.”“You didn’t think about the consequences, did you? You didn’t think about how it would affect Ava or her family?” My voice rose in frustration.She finally sighe