Stolen Vow:Billionaire Hidden Bride

Elena's POV The morning light spilled across the unfamiliar room, painting it gold. Somewhere nearby, a phone buzzed relentlessly, dragging me from the tangled mess of sleep. Groaning, I stretched out a hand, blindly swiping at the screen. The buzzing stopped. I dropped the phone and let my head fall back. Until a voice shattered the quiet. "You missed your shift last night. Elena, is everything okay? You should have called someone to fill in for you." My eyes snapped open. My heart pounded as I sat upright, taking in the strange walls, the strange bed and the sheets tangled around my bare legs. "Oh, shit," I whispered, my throat dry. "This...this isn’t my room." "Elena? Hello? Are you there?" the voice– My boss called again. Snatching up the phone, I pressed it to my ear. "I'm sorry, ma'am," I croaked. "Something... urgent came up." "We’ll discuss it when you come in." "Thank you," I mumbled, hanging up before she could say another word. The silence that followed was deaf

Elena's POV "Why is it so damn hard to find one girl?" Lucas’s frustration was palpable as he slammed his fist into the air, the sound echoing off the walls of the grand room. His men stood lined up in front of him, all of them stiff, waiting for whatever would come next. His voice was low, but the tension in it was unmistakable. “This girl is the only way I can keep my position as CEO. I know my mother’s obsessed with me getting married and I can't lose my place to my worthless cousin,” he muttered, as if speaking to himself but loud enough for anyone to hear. His eyes narrowed, and his gaze became sharper as he gave his orders. “Double the sources. Find her, no excuses. Even if you have to search the bottom of the ocean—just do it!” "Yes, sir," his men replied in unison, their voices flat as they turned and filed out of the room. I froze, standing just outside the door, hidden enough that they wouldn’t notice me eavesdropping. In my hands, I carried a tray with a coffee cup, mea

Lucas POV Before I could blink, the door flung open and my secretary rushed in. “I’m really sorry, sir… I tried to—” she fumbled, her words stumbling over each other like a toddler learning to walk. Her eyes darted between me and the figure behind her. "Hello, brother," the uninvited guest said with a smile—one of those vicious, mocking smiles that always irked me. I turned to my secretary, who stood trembling beside me. From the terror on her face, it was obvious—he forced his way in. Brentford. Always bad news. Not even in my worst moments would I willingly let him linger in my sight. "Oh, come on, Lucas... You shouldn't take it out on this pretty little thing," he said, eyes narrowing on Rita, who looked as if she were waiting to be sentenced. Little thing? I nearly scoffed aloud. How the hell does he still suck at vocabulary? I went speechless for a second, weighing my options. If I let this slide, he’d think I backed down because of him. I would never want to be on the s

Lucas's POV It was 9 a.m. For the first time in a long while, I wasn’t stepping out. After last night’s conversation, I didn’t see the point of going to work today. I was supposed to meet Mom, but the thought of what to say made me restless. Even if I did go to the company, I wouldn't be able to concentrate. Smith? Yeah right. I checked my phone for updates—none. Disappointed, I sighed. How the hell could I have a team of men and not a single one could find one girl? I was starting to feel like I’d been duped. How could Daniel hook me up with a thief? That’s exactly what she was- a bloody hell of a thief. If I wanted a bride, then he should know what kind of woman I wanted. Not just an everyday woman. “I’m sorry, Lucas, I really don’t have her personal details.” What the fuck did he mean? not even her Contact. How was I clueless? I should’ve known from the moment she proposed sex—what kind of girl pays for sex? Damn. I should’ve known. I stood from the b

Elena’s POV Lucas’s Mansion I almost forgot to breathe when I saw him. My heart thudded so loudly, I thought it might explode. Fuck. I hated seeing his face—uselessly cute. I hated that I even admitted that. But anyway, it was all for the better. Let’s see who was getting some rest today. I hugged the bed tightly, a smile spreading across my face. Peaceful. Calm. Until— “Elena...” Yep, my name rang through the room. That voice? Helen. I jumped off the bed and rushed to the door. And there she stood—in the same uniform as mine, only with a slight difference: a badge on her chest with bold letters and the title Head Housekeeper. Did they really have to make it that obvious? Like anyone there didn’t already know. “Ma—” A frown spread across her face. She was never the expressive type, but that day she looked serious. Did I mess up—again? Oh. The dancing incident. “Did you not receive a text?” What text? My heart skipped. Did Lucas change his mind? He said it was fine… or di