The Billionaire's Chosen Bride

Arriving at the international airport of AJ City, Nancy Marlon, a fair-skinned 24-year-old woman, frowned. She didn't understand why her parents had asked her to return home.

She had been studying abroad in a city called City X, and after she graduated with a degree in business administration, her father had told her, “Nancy, I want you to return home and not base yourself in City X.”

Nancy had frowned during the phone call with her father. She knew he was a politician in AJ City, and she couldn't go against his orders. So she arrived at the airport at exactly 2 p.m., and her father's men were already there, waiting to escort her home.

“Welcome home, Nancy,” her elder adopted brother, Matthew Marlon, said with a smile. But Nancy frowned as she walked with him to the car.

She sat in the back seat and reflected that the city was ruled by the popular President Nolan Alejandro and his family. The city itself was named after the Alejandro family. They had been ruling for years, and any opposition party that tried to challenge them was immediately silenced.

Nancy watched the road as Matthew started the car engine and drove out of the airport. Her eyes fell on a gigantic billboard displaying the city president's photo.

“Hmm…” Nancy hummed, and she could see Matthew smiling at her through the rearview mirror.

She ignored his smile as she continued to wonder why her parents had insisted she return home.

Arriving home, Nancy watched as the security men at her father's mansion gate pulled open the huge black gate for them. Matthew drove his black exotic SUV into the premises and parked.

Nancy could see her parents standing at the front of the mansion. Her mother was wearing a red gown, and her father stood in a black suit, with the maids lined up behind them in their blue uniforms.

Nancy stepped out of the car and walked up to the mansion entrance to meet her parents. She was wearing a red top, black trousers, and black high-heeled shoes.

As Nancy approached, her mother welcomed her wholeheartedly. “Welcome home, my beautiful angel.”

“Good afternoon, Mom. Dad.” Nancy smiled as she hugged her mother. Her father said, “Welcome home, Nancy. It's good to have you at home with us.”

“Thanks, Dad,” Nancy replied, still hugging her mother. The maids added, “Welcome home, Nancy.”

“Thank you all,” Nancy said with a smile. Her mother then said, “Let’s all go inside.”

“Okay, Mom,” Nancy replied, and they walked into the living room together.

Nancy could see that the living room hadn't changed. It was still painted white, with beautiful flower vases arranged around it.

Nancy walked over to one of the seven black couches in the living room.

“Home, sweet home,” she whispered as she sat down.

She saw her mother standing in the center of the room, smiling sweetly at her.

“Mom, what's the good news? You look so excited to see me,” Nancy asked, growing curious about the reason for her mother's bright smile. Her mother was the epitome of beauty, and at 51 years old, it didn't show on her face at all. She still looked under 40.

Mrs. Olivia smiled and sat down on the couch behind her. “Why wouldn't I be excited to see you, Nancy? You've changed—you look even more beautiful now than when you left the city five years ago.”

“Thanks, Mom, but I'm still the same,” Nancy replied, smiling sweetly at her mother. She knew her mother was right; she had changed since leaving the city five years earlier to pursue her studies abroad. Her brẹasts had grown larger, her hips wider, and she was now a sexy, charming young lady.

Nancy knew how most people who passed her on the street would pause and stare, just to make sure of what they saw. She looked so adorable now.

She also knew her mother loved calling her an angel because of her pointed nose, sparkling blue eyes, and long golden hair—the most attractive of her features.

“Mom, I need to go upstairs now and freshen up. Then I'll come back down to join you and Dad for dinner,” Nancy said as she stood up from the couch.

“Okay, my dear,” Mrs. Olivia Marlon replied, unable to stop admiring her daughter. She thought about telling Nancy about the arranged marriage with the president's son but decided to wait.

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Nancy smiled and walked upstairs to her bedroom. Approaching her door, she pushed it open and stepped inside.

She could see that her room hadn't changed. It was still painted pink, with beautiful flower vases around it.

Nancy walked to her room's window and pulled open the curtains to stare out at her surroundings. She noticed three black cars had arrived; they drove into her father's mansion and parked.

Nancy saw some men in black suits step out of the rear car and walk up to the front one, where they opened the door.

A tall man in a black suit with a red inner shirt stepped out, and his black, handsome gaze met hers. She immediately looked away and shut the curtains.

Nancy walked back to her bathroom, stripped off her clothes, and decided to take a bath before heading downstairs to join her parents for dinner.

She removed her red top and black trousers, then stepped into the bathroom to bathe.

A few minutes later, Nancy stepped out of the bathroom, wrapped in a long white towel. She walked to her bed, sat down, and began creaming her body.

Nancy missed her family while in City X, and she decided to search for a new job in AJ City. Now that she was home, she wouldn't be going back to City X anytime soon.

Sitting on her bed, Nancy pulled open the bedside drawer and took out her body lotion.

She then picked up the television remote, switched it on, and saw videos of the president displayed on the screen.

Increasing the volume, Nancy heard the reporter say, “Good evening, citizens of AJ City. This is the 4 p.m. news. President Nolan Alejandro has just won the recently ended election, scoring the highest votes.”

Nancy frowned; she disliked the Alejandro family. She switched off the television, knowing they had been ruling for a long time and didn't want any other family to take over.

Nancy knew her father was also a politician, working under the AJ Political Party group, but she sighed and decided not to worry about politics.

She didn't like the luxurious lifestyle her family led. She wanted a simple life for herself, her future husband, and their sweet kids. She disliked the security men who had been following her every minute since her return to the city.

Nancy finished creaming her body and stood up from the bed to search for something to wear.

She walked into her closet and took out a short brown gown that hugged her body tightly, accentuating her figure.

Smiling, Nancy walked back to her room's mirror. Holding her white towel in her right hand, she dried her wet long hair and combed it so it cascaded down her back.

As a politician's daughter, she had been raised to always look cute. She noticed the time was after 5 p.m.

If only she had known the reason her father asked her to return home, she wouldn't have come back.