The Billionaire’s Fake Bride

Celine’s POVThe ring on my finger didn’t belong to me.My pulse thudded beneath layers of lace and silk as the priest’s voice echoed through the cathedral. Every eye in the pews was fixed on me—or rather, on the woman they thought I was.Celeste Ward.The perfect bride.I forced a smile as the veil blurred my vision. My father’s words replayed in my head: You’ll wear her ring. You’ll walk down that aisle. No one will know.And when I had asked, “And if they do?”He’d looked so sure of himself when he replied, “You’ll make sure they don’t.”Across from me, Lucien Devereux stood as still as carved marble—tailored black suit, cold eyes, a face that gave nothing away. He was the most breathtaking man I’d ever seen, with dark, clever eyes that made my nerves fray and my heart race. When he finally lifted his gaze to mine, my breath turned uneven, and I was suddenly thankful for the veil hiding my face.Did he know? Could he tell I wasn’t her?“Do you, Celeste Ward, take Lucien Devereux…”T

Celine’s POVI’ve come to understand that there’s a love-hate relationship between Celeste and Lucien. One minute he’s all over me, and the next, he can’t stand me. I only confirmed it when he decided he had to humiliate me in front of his family.The Devereux estate looked like something out of a gothic dream—extravagant, breathtaking, almost unreal. The estate was a masterpiece of shadows and light—high, vaulted ceilings adorned with intricate chandeliers, tall windows draped in heavy velvet, and a few solemn ancestral portraits lining the walls. Every inch of the place whispered old money and power—the kind that made you feel small even when you stood tall.I did my best to mask my awe; my sister must have been here a dozen times and would have blended in as if it were her own. But damn, these people were swimming in opulence.Lucien walked beside me, his hand resting lightly at my lower back—a small gesture that felt anything but. To anyone watching, we were the perfect couple. In

Celine's POVMinutes later, I felt the familiar mix of anxiety and anticipation. Tonight, everything would be watched and judged by people of high caliber. I’ll be scrutinized and monitored. I glanced once more in the mirror, catching my own eyes and letting myself steel my resolve. Whatever tonight brought, I would face it. The car ride was quiet, except for the hum of the engine and the soft rustle of my dress. Tonight, we were being driven by the same man who’d taken me to Lucien’s mansion after the wedding. Lucien had called him Mateo earlier, and for some reason, even his name made him seem more intimidating.Mateo looked more like a mafia boss than a driver. I wouldn’t have been surprised if he turned out to be some kind of undercover criminal, hired for protection. I kept my eyes on the passing streetlights, watching them blur together as I tried to steady my racing thoughts.“Lucien,” I murmured before I could stop myself. He hummed in response, and I let out a shaky breath

Celine's POVThe restaurant was warm and elegant, soft golden light reflecting off polished wood tables. The air smelled of freshly roasted meats and sweet pastries, making my stomach flutter with hunger.We settled in, and soon the food arrived. Elara’s plate held a perfectly seared filet mignon, the sides caramelized, juices glistening and mouth watering. My dish was a delicate pan-seared salmon, its crispy skin crackling slightly as I cut into it, accompanied by a drizzle of lemon butter and roasted asparagus. The first bite melted on my tongue, warm and rich, and utterly delicious. Elara was talkative, sweet in her own way, she didn’t seem to notice how carefully I chose every word. She brought a glass of wine to her lips and took a sip before leaning closer.“You know, I saw you two on the news this morning. You and Lucien looked…” she fluttered her fingers dramatically “breathtaking. Like, out of a movie perfect. Everyone’s obsessed.” “Really?” I forced out. My stomach tighte

Celine’s POVMy hands shook. Slowly, reluctantly, I slid the straps of my dress down, letting it fall to the floor. My body felt exposed and vulnerable, painfully aware of his eyes tracing every curve, every line. I tried to cover myself with my hands, but he stopped me, pulling my hand away.“Don’t ever try to hide yourself from me,” he said. I nodded wordlessly, on the verge of tears as his gaze roamed my body.Heat pooled between my thighs, my pussy already damp from the ache that had been building all day.“Now… spread.”I raised a brow. “Touch yourself?” My heart hammered in my chest, but the anticipation made my pussy throb.“I… what?”“Do it. Now.”Slowly, I parted my legs, and his gaze made me shiver. Gently, I circled my fingers over my damp folds, feeling how wet I already was. Every nerve shot straight to my sex. I closed my eyes for a moment, ashamed of how exposed I was.I heard him step closer.“Eyes on me, Celeste.”His voice was like fire, igniting me further.“I said,