The Billionaire's Chosen Bride

When she arrived in A.J. City, Nancy Marlon frowned, as she didn't 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 as a business admin, her father told her, “Nancy, I want you to return home and not to base in City X.”

Nancy frowned during the phone call with her father. She knew that her father was a politician in A.J. City, and she couldn't go against his orders. 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 of the car, knowing that the city was ruled by the popular President Nolan Alejandro and his family.

The city was named after the Alejandro family. They had been ruling for years, and any opposition party that tried to oppose them was immediately silenced.

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

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

She ignored smiling at him, still wondering why her parents had insisted she return home.

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

She saw her parents standing at the mansion frontage. Her mother was wearing a red gown, and her father stood in his black suit, while the maids stood behind them in their blue uniforms.

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

When Nancy reached the front of the mansion, her mother wholeheartedly welcomed her: “Welcome home, my beautiful angel.”

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

“Thanks, Dad,” Nancy replied, walking up to hug her father. The maids said, “Welcome home, Nancy.”

“Thank you all.” Nancy smiled at the maids, and her mother said, “Let’s all go inside.”

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

Nancy saw that the living room hadn’t changed; it was still painted white with beautiful flower vases around. She walked to a black couch in the living room, which had seven black couches.

“Home, sweet home,” she whispered as she sat down on one of the black couches.

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

“Mom, what’s the good news? You look so excited to see me,” Nancy asked, curious about the reason behind her mother’s bright smile. Her mother was the epitome of beauty: at 51, she didn't look it, still appearing under 40.

Mrs. Olivia smiled and sat down on the black couch. She replied, “Why wouldn’t I be excited to see you, Nancy? You’ve changed; you look so much 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 ago to study abroad. Her breasts had grown bigger, her hips wider, and she had become a sexy, charming young lady.

Nancy knew that most people who passed by her would pause and stare, checking to be sure of what they saw, because she looked so adorable.

She knew her mother loved calling her an angel because she had a pointed nose, sparkling blue eyes, and long golden hair that was her most attractive feature.

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

“Okay, my dear,” Mrs. Olivia replied, unable to stop admiring her daughter. She considered 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 the door, she pushed it open and walked in.

She saw that her room hadn’t changed; it was still painted pink with beautiful flower vases.

Nancy walked to her window and pulled the curtains open to look outside. She saw three black cars arrive and drive into her father’s mansion, then park.

She saw some men in black suits step out of the back car and walk to the front car, pulling the door open. She saw a tall man in a black suit with a red shirt step out of the car. He met her gaze with his dark handsome eyes, but she immediately looked away and shut the curtains.

Nancy walked to her bathroom, stripped off her clothes, and decided to take a bath before going downstairs to join her parents for dinner. She stripped off her red top and black trousers and walked into her bathroom to bathe.

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

Nancy had missed her family while in City X, and she decided to look for a new job in A.J. City, since she was home and wouldn’t be going back anytime soon.

Nancy sat on her bed, pulled open her bedside drawer, and took out her body lotion. She picked up the TV remote and switched it on, and saw videos of the country president being displayed on the screen.

She increased the volume and heard the reporter say, “Good evening, citizens of A.J. City. I bring you the 4 p.m. news: President Nolan Alejandro has just won the recently concluded election today, scoring over 50 million votes.”

Nancy frowned; she disliked the Alejandro family. She immediately switched off the TV, knowing that they had been ruling for a long time and didn’t want another family in power.

Nancy knew that her father was also a politician working under the A.J. Political party. She sighed, deciding not to worry about politics.

She didn’t like the luxury lifestyle her family lived; she wanted a simple life for herself, her husband, and their future kids.

Nancy also disliked the security men who had been following her everywhere since her return to the city.

She finished applying cream and stood up from the bed to find something to wear. She walked into her closet and took out a short brown gown. The gown fit tightly, hugging her body and accentuating her hips and curves.

Nancy smiled and walked back to the mirror, holding her long white towel in her right hand to dry her wet golden hair and comb it so it cascaded down her back.

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