The Billionaire's Chosen Bride

Arriving at the international airport in AJ City, Nancy frowned. She did not understand why her parents had asked her to return home.

She was a 24-year-old fair-skinned woman who had been studying in City X. After she graduated with a degree in business administration, her father told her, “Nancy, I want you to return home and not remain in City X.”

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

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

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

Nancy watched the passing scenery as Matthew started the engine and drove away from the airport. Her eyes fell on a gigantic billboard displaying the president’s photo.

“Hmm…” Nancy hummed. She noticed Matthew smiling at her through the rearview mirror.

She ignored his smile and continued wondering why her parents had insisted she return home.

When they arrived home, the security men at her father’s mansion pulled open the huge black gate. Nancy watched as Matthew drove his black exotic SUV into the compound and parked.

Her parents stood at the front of the mansion. Her mother wore a red gown, and her father stood in a black suit while the maids waited behind them in their blue uniforms.

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

As she approached, her mother welcomed her warmly. “Welcome home, my beautiful angel.”

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

“Thanks, Dad.” Nancy replied, stepping forward to hug her mother. The maids added, “Welcome home, Nancy.”

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

“Okay, Mom.” Nancy walked into the living room with her mother.

The living room looked unchanged—still painted white with beautiful flower vases placed around it.

Nancy walked over to one of the seven black couches. “Home, sweet home,” she whispered as she sat down.

She saw her mother standing 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 asked, curious about her mother’s bright smile. At 51, Mrs. Olivia was a pure epitome of beauty. Her youthful appearance made her look well under forty.

Mrs. Olivia smiled and sat on the couch opposite her. “Why wouldn’t I be excited to see you, Nancy? You’ve changed so much—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. She knew her mother was right. In the five years since she left to study abroad, her breasts had grown fuller, her hips had widened, and she had become a sexy, charming young woman.

Nancy was aware that people often paused and stared when they passed her, captivated by her appearance. She also knew her mother loved calling her “angel” because of her pointed nose, sparkling blue eyes, and long golden hair—the most striking of her features.

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

“Okay, my dear.” Mrs. Olivia replied. She could not stop admiring her daughter. She considered telling Nancy about the arranged marriage with the president’s son but decided to wait.

Nancy smiled and walked upstairs to her bedroom. She pushed open the door and stepped inside.

Her room looked unchanged—still painted pink with beautiful flower vases around it.

Nancy went to the window, pulled the curtains open, and looked out. She saw three black cars drive into the mansion and park.

Several men in black suits stepped out of the rear car and opened the door of the front vehicle.

A tall man wearing a black suit with a red shirt underneath stepped out. His handsome dark gaze met hers. Nancy quickly looked away and closed the curtains.

Nancy walked into the bathroom, stripped off her clothes, and took a bath. A few minutes later, she emerged wrapped in a long white towel, sat on her bed, and began applying body lotion.

Nancy had missed her family while in City X. Now that she was home—and unlikely to return to City X soon—she decided to search for a new job in AJ City.

She opened her bedside drawer, took out her body lotion, and creamed her skin. Then she picked up the television remote and switched it on. Images and videos of the president filled the screen again.

Nancy increased the volume and heard the reporter say, “Good evening, citizens of AJ City. Here is the 4 p.m. news. President Nolan Alejandro has just won the recently concluded election, securing over 50 million votes.”

Nancy frowned. She disliked the Alejandro family. She switched off the television, knowing they had ruled the city for a long time and blocked any other family from taking power.

Her father was also a politician working under the AJ Political Party. Nancy sighed and chose not to dwell on politics.

She disliked the luxurious lifestyle her family led. She wanted a simple life with her future husband and children, free from the constant security detail that had followed her every minute since her return.

After finishing with the lotion, Nancy stood up and searched for something to wear. She chose a short brown gown from her closet. The dress hugged her body tightly, accentuating her hips and curves.

Nancy smiled, walked to her mirror, and used the white towel to dry her long golden hair, before combing it so it cascaded down her back.