The Billionaire's Chosen Bride

Arriving in AJ City, Nancy Marlon frowns as she wonders why her parents asked her to return home.

She had been studying in City X and recently graduated with a degree in business administration.

During their phone call, her father clearly states, “Nancy, I want you to return home and not stay in City X.”

Nancy frowns during the conversation, knowing her father is a politician in AJ City. She cannot go against his orders, so she arrives at the airport at exactly 2 p.m., where her father's men wait to escort her home.

"Welcome home, Nancy," her elder adopted brother, Matthew Marlon, says with a smile. But Nancy frowns as she walks with him to the car.

She sits in the back seat and recalls that the city is ruled by the popular President Nolan Alejandro and his family—the city is named after the Alejandros. They have ruled for years, and any opposition party that tries to challenge them is immediately silenced.

Nancy watches the road as Matthew starts the car engine and drives out of the airport. Her eyes fall on a gigantic billboard displaying photos of the city president.

"Hmm..." Nancy frowns. She notices Matthew smiling at her through the rearview mirror but ignores him as she continues to wonder why her parents insist she return home.

Arriving home, the security men at her father's mansion gate open the huge black gate for them. Nancy watches as Matthew drives his black exotic SUV into the premises and parks. She sees her parents standing at the mansion's front entrance—her mother in a red gown and her father in a black suit—with the maids lined up behind them in blue uniforms.

Nancy steps out of the car and walks up to the mansion's façade to greet her parents. She wears a red top, black trousers, and black high-heeled shoes. As she approaches, her mother welcomes her warmly: “Welcome home, my beautiful angel.”

"Good afternoon, Mom, Dad," Nancy says with a smile as she hugs her mother first. Her father adds, "Welcome home, Nancy. It's good to finally have you here with us."

"Thanks, Dad," Nancy replies while still hugging her mother. The maids greet her: "Welcome home, Nancy."

"Thank you all," Nancy says with a smile to the maids. Her mother then announces, "Let's all go inside."

"Okay, Mom." Nancy walks into the living room with her mother. She sees that the room hasn't changed—still painted white with beautiful flower vases around—and it has seven black couches.

"Home, sweet home," she whispers as she sits on one of the black couches. Her mother stands in the center of the living room, smiling sweetly at her.

“Mom, what's the good news? You look so excited to see me,” Nancy asks, curious about the reason behind her mother's bright smile.

Her mother is the epitome of beauty and cuteness. At 51 years old, she doesn't look a day over 40.

Mrs. Olivia Marlon smiles and sits on the black couch across from her. “Why wouldn't I be excited to see you, Nancy? You've changed—you look so beautiful now compared to when you left the city five years ago.”

"Thanks, Mom, but I'm still the same," Nancy replies with a sweet smile. She knows her mother is right; she has changed since leaving for her studies abroad. Her breasts have grown fuller, her hips wider, transforming her into a sexy, charming young lady.

Nancy knows that most people who pass her on the street pause to stare, captivated by her adorable appearance. Her mother often calls her an angel because of her sharp pointed nose, sparkling blue eyes, and long golden hair—her most attractive features.

"Mom, I need to go upstairs to freshen up. Then I'll come back down to join you and Dad for dinner," Nancy says as she stands from the couch.

"Okay, my dear," Mrs. Olivia Marlon replies, unable to stop admiring her daughter. She considers telling Nancy about the arranged marriage to the president's son but decides to wait.

Nancy smiles and heads upstairs to her bedroom. She pushes open the door and enters the room, which hasn't changed—still painted pink with beautiful flower vases around.

She walks to the window, pulls open the curtains, and stares out at the surroundings. She notices three sleek black cars arriving and driving into the mansion grounds before parking.

Some men in black suits step out of the rear car and approach the front one, opening its door. A tall man in a black suit with a red inner shirt steps out. He gazes up at her window, and their eyes meet—his handsome dark gaze locking onto hers.

Nancy quickly looks away and closes the curtains. She heads to the bathroom, strips off her clothes, and takes a bath before going downstairs to join her parents for dinner.

A few minutes later, Nancy steps out of the bathroom wrapped in a long white towel. She sits on her bed to apply lotion to her body. She missed her family terribly while in City X, and now that she is home, she decides to search for a new job in AJ City since she won't return to City X anytime soon.

Nancy sits on the bed, opens her bedside drawer, and takes out her body lotion. She grabs the TV remote, switches it on, and sees photos and videos of the city president displayed on the screen.

Nancy increases the volume and hears 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 over 50 million votes…”

"Hmm," Nancy frowns. She dislikes the Alejandro family and switches off the TV. She knows they have ruled the city for a long time and shows no interest in letting another family take over.

Nancy knows her father is also a politician in the AJ Political Party, but she sighs and decides not to worry about politics. She dislikes the luxurious lifestyle her family leads; she wants a simple life for herself, her future husband, and their sweet children.

Nancy also dislikes the security men who follow her every minute since her return.

She finishes applying lotion and stands to choose an outfit. She walks into her closet and selects a short brown gown, which hugs her body tightly and accentuates her hips and curves.

Nancy smiles and returns to her room mirror, holding the white towel in her right hand to dry her wet golden hair and comb it so it cascades down her back.

If only she knew the reason her parents asked her to return home, she wouldn't be here.