The Billionaire's Bride Swap

Sofia’s P.O.VMy hands shot to my phone immediately a message came in.Once I tapped on her message, I squinted my eyes as I leaned closer to the phone.“I am not coming back. If anyone asks, I ran away with my boyfriend,” I read aloud.It took me a minute to process the words I saw but when I did, my eyes widened and my hands searched for her number.I called but it disconnected. I called again then finally the call service notified me that I was blocked. “Blocked,” I shot to my feet, my hands holding the phone tightly as the chair behind me fell. I turned and walked past it. I stopped in the middle of the room, one hand reaching for my hair, fingers gliding past the strands before gripping a fist full of my hair then tugging.My other hand held the phone, transferring the aggression I would have unleashed on her on the phone by squeezing it tightly.“No, she can’t block me. Doesn’t she know what today is?” I wondered to myself.“Lucia,” my parents' voice grabbed my attention. My

Sofia’s P.O.VSeconds had turned to minutes and minutes into an hour yet we were still here.I couldn’t understand a thing, mainly because every now and then I felt Romane’s gaze on me.Even when I looked back at him, he wouldn’t look away. His face didn’t hold a single expression.His lips were pressed into a thin line, his bushy eyebrows knitted slightly. His gaze was the same as earlier in the hallway, holding emotions I couldn’t understand. I wasn’t sure if I even wanted to know.“So, Sofia you have to sign this to bound both our families,” Mr. Julius revealed. He closed the document and held it up.A maid rushed froward, grabbed it and moved to me. She handed it to me and I took it. I flipped the document open and the pen fell beside me.The maid reached down and I did as well.“It’s okay,” I told her in a faint voice so of course she couldn’t hear me.We almost bumped heads if I hadn’t pulled away.My hand flew to my chest, covering my boobs that was practically attempted to fal

Sofia’s P.O.VIt was extremely awkward. The whole date was.He either leaned back and stared at me, he was on the phone or the waitress tried every possible means to flirt with him.The first time she came to the table to take our orders, she faced him then after he ordered, she turned to walk out.I called her back and she said she would get his orders for us both. I refused because I was allergic then ordered what I wanted. The second time she came to our table to check on our night and by our night, I meant his.She had two button open and her breasts pushed up. Her hair was tied into a ponytail so it wouldn’t cover up her chest mistakenly and she faced him entirely of course.“Is there anything I could do to reduce the stress of the evening?” She asked with a smile. I scoffed. “So unprofessional,” I rolled my eyes as I spoke to myself. “Like a massage?”“Like a massage,” I mimicked, forgetting they could hear me. “Why don’t you go bother someone else with your cheap push up br

Sofia’s P.O.VI stopped in my tracks. We were inches away from the car when my sister-in-law called. “Sofia”.“Here,” She handed me a bag when she arrived in front of me. I furrowed my eyebrows. “What is it?”She smirked. “A little something to help the wedding night jitters.”My eyebrows shot up and my eyes grew wide.“Don’t open it till you’re alone,” she ordered. I nodded. I was too afraid to open it either way. “Thank you,” I whispered before I turned.* * * We left not too long after. He wasn’t exactly enjoying the wedding and neither was I. He had this poker face; lips pressed into a thin line and eyes void of emotion. His usually furrowed eyebrows were expressionless. Looking at him made me shiver so I didn’t face him. Not through the walk out of the church, not in the car ride and not as we walked into his house. Once he walked into the living room, he reached for his tie and tugged at it. He shook his head side to side as the tie showed a bit

Sofia’s P.O.V As If my mind was not divided enough, his hands slipped out of me and curled under my legs. He pulled me off my feet and I curled my legs around his waist. His gaze met mine. “This marriage is contractual and for this to work, you have to follow the three rules I would set”. Before I could respond, he had already walked to the bed. He leaned forward and placed me gently on the bed. He drew nearer, his left knee pressed against the edge of the bed while the other pressed against the bed frame to support his weight. He hovered over me as his hands gripped on the bed. “You will not meddle in my business,” he began. He cocked his head to the side and let his lips press against my neck. I hummed an answer. "Whether I return late... or whether I don't return at all, you will not come looking for me. You will not ask where I've gone, who I'm with, or what happened. You will not send anyone after me. You will stay exactly where you are and wait. No questions. No sea