THE BILLIONAIRE'S TWO-FACED BRIDE

Kehlani’s Pov My heart lurched forward in my chest and bile rose up in my throat. I fought hard to keep it down, breathing in deeply. “Wedding jitters, it's just wedding jitters. You can't start having cold feet now, Kelly. You can't. You'll be getting married to the love of your life in a few minutes, you can't throw up on your wedding gown.” I gave myself a little pep talk as I paced around in the small room I was in. “Where the heck is Natalie anyways? She was supposed to be here with me? I'm so nervous that I can barely think.” I muttered to myself but I really couldn't stay alone any longer. I went towards the door, opening it slightly and peeking out. There was no one in the hall, I tiptoed outside and began looking for Natalie. I checked all the rooms but I couldn't find her. Just as I was about to turn back to the little room that I was in, I heard moans coming from my left. I narrowed my eyes because who the heck was having sex on my wedding day? I really wanted to leave,

Kehlani's Pov The man tilted his head, studying me with a sharp, calculating gaze, “Don’t play games with me.” He said coolly, “We know exactly who you are. Selene Veylin, runaway bride and family disgrace. Did you really think you could escape without consequences?” I blinked, my heart racing as confusion and panic mingled in my chest, “I’m not Selene.” I said, my voice cracking, “I’m Kehlani Silver, I have no idea who this Selene person is so please let me go.” I begged, my heart beating so loudly against my chest.His smirk faltered, replaced by a flicker of doubt, “Kehlani Silvers?”“Yes.” I insisted, trying to steady my breathing, “I am the eldest daughter of the Silver Family, and I'm not Selene. She’s the one you’re looking for, not me. I was at the wedding because I was the bride and I ran away because I found out that my husband… the man I was going to marry was sleeping with my younger sister.” My voice rose with desperation. He straightened, his posture tense as he mull

Kehlani’s POVThe room was silent for a long moment after my declaration. Alec Castor’s eyes studied me, unreadable, calculating. I had just agreed to marry him, but I wasn’t naïve—I knew this wasn’t the end of it."Good," he finally said, a slow smirk creeping onto his face. "Then let's discuss the details."I crossed my arms, refusing to let his confidence shake me. "First, my grandmother. I want it in writing that she'll get the best care. No loopholes, no conditions."He raised an eyebrow, seemingly amused by my boldness. "You drive a hard bargain, I'll give you that," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "But I think we can arrange something that will put your mind at ease.""I want it in writing," I repeated, my voice firm. "I don't want any promises or handshakes. I want a contract, signed and notarized."He chuckled, the sound low and husky. "You're a tough businesswoman, aren't you?" he said, his eyes glinting with admiration. "I like that.""I'm just trying to protect m

Kehlani’s POVThe hospital smelled like antiseptic and something else—something I couldn’t quite name but had always hated. It was the smell of waiting. Of uncertainty. Of loss.I adjusted the simple black dress I had changed into after removing the cursed wedding gown and stepped into my grandmother’s hospital room. The rhythmic beeping of the machines filled the silence, her frail body lying motionless on the bed.For a moment, I just stood there, gripping the strap of my purse like it was the only thing keeping me together.“Grandmother,” I whispered, my voice barely audible. “I’m here.”She didn’t respond. Of course, she didn’t.I swallowed hard and stepped closer, reaching out to take her cool, wrinkled hand in mine.I stood before her, my voice barely above a whisper, as if hoping that somehow, someway, she'd hear me."I know you can't hear me," I murmured, the words tumbling out of my mouth like a desperate confession. "But I still need to say this. I need to tell you the truth

Kehlani’s POVThe penthouse was quiet when I stepped out of my room the next morning. Too quiet.I padded barefoot across the cool marble floors, finding the kitchen empty except for a steaming cup of coffee sitting on the counter. A note rested beside it, written in neat, almost clinical handwriting."Had an early meeting. Be ready by noon." – Alec.I frowned, taking a sip of the coffee. Strong. No sugar. Just like I hated it."Of course," I muttered, setting the cup down.I turned to find Natalia leaning against the doorway, watching me with an amused expression.“Good morning, Mrs. Castor,” she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm.I rolled my eyes. “It’s Kehlani.”“Sure, Mrs. Castor.”I exhaled slowly. “Why are you here?”Natalia strolled into the kitchen and grabbed an apple from a fruit bowl. “Alec told me to make sure you don’t back out of today’s lunch.”I raised a brow. “Lunch?”She took a bite of the apple and chewed, clearly enjoying the fact that I was out of the loop.“W