The Tycoon’s Bride.

"You have got to be kidding me," I muttered, my voice a whisper, as my eyes darted between Jared and my sister. Were they serious about this, or was I dreaming? I blinked rapidly, my heart beating too fast in my chest, hoping this was just some cruel joke. But the harsh reality was staring me right in the face.Sophia quickly shoved Jared off her, her face flushing with panic as she fumbled to gather her clothes. Her hands shook as she clutched her dress to her chest, avoiding my stare. Jared, meanwhile, looked more annoyed than guilty, his expression cold as he slowly pulled on his shirt, as if this were nothing more than a minor inconvenience. Seriously? At my engagement party?"I promise, it's not what you think, Kristine," Sophia stammered, her voice trembling. How could she say that? My eyes burned with tears as I tried to process the scene before me. I had just caught her naked, bent over with my fiancé at my own engagement party, and she had the audacity to tell me it wasn't wh

I stared at Tristan, my cheeks flushing with embarrassment as I recalled the cringeworthy encounter we had. “Fuck me,” I had blurted out to him that night at the club. He had been just another guest, showing no particular interest in me as I got increasingly drunk and approached him because he was the most attractive guy there. I desperately needed to forget my sorrows, and he seemed like the perfect distraction.To my surprise, Tristan had entertained me. The details of our conversation was more like a blur to me as I struggled to remember it all, it was all lost in the haze of alcohol, but one thing was clear: he was the man from that one-night stand. Even though I couldn't remember much about it, I had a lot of questions now.“Sorry I left in a hurry this morning; I had important matters to attend to,” Tristan said, his words confirming that he was indeed the man from that one-night stand. He seemed to enjoy the awkwardness of the moment as he continued, “If I had known you were th

"You're what?!" Tristan snorted, shaking me off balance, the expression of fear was written boldly on me like sin."Yes, I'm pregnant," I stammered. "I confirmed it a few weeks ago, but my parents aren't aware."Tristan kept a straight face, his eyes piercing as if trying to read inside of me. He’s a monster; His kind gestures were all a facade."Since when?" Tristan asked, giving me a serious and calm expressionHe gave me a cold look, I panicked, then he smiled. Who smiles at the news of a sudden pregnancy from a one-night stand with a random girl you were soon to be married to?"And why did no one tell me?" Tristan inquired, his tone measured."Because …..There was no way to reach you except through my parents, and I didn't want them to know just yet," I hastily replied, my voice barely above a whisper."Mmhn, I see," His expression unreadable.Tristan leaned closer to me, his chest pressing against mine, resting his hands solidly on my hips, just below my waist. This time, he move

I stood by his side staring and transfixed, the clicking of the camera from the reporters was on repeat.Tristain Herdezn exchanged pleasantries with her, and I kept on shaking my head in defeated silence.I could read the next headline in the papers by morning.“The substitute bride was humiliated at her own reception”“Ruthless billionaire ignores his wife for a more sexy lady”“Tristain Herdezn, and who do we have here?”. The woman who made a mockery of me right before the whole crowd, turning to face me not letting go of her grip on Tristain's arm.“Baby, she's not important, she's just my wife”. Tristain said, waving at a group of dignitaries heading towards us.Tristain excused himself after whispering to me” Adjust the gown, it's meant to expose your cleavage”. He kissed me and left.We locked eyes.I looked at her closely, she wore a black dress, with diamond prints arranged all over like stones, her hair styled into a bun, and a gold chain complementing her gold heels.I was

I held onto the sheet tightly being too ashamed to even moan, wailing and begging for mercy but Tristain was having the fun of his life, my cochie dripping like a flood.“Oh fuck, you're so wet”. Tristain said slamming hard, my legs spread like a grilled chicken.Tristain continued to thrust in, the next one harder than the last.My mouth was making the “o” sound when my body couldn't keep up with the intensive thrust.Tristain stood up after what felt like eternity, splashing sperm over my face and breasts.I tried using the sheet to cover my nakedness but Tristain wasn't done.“You're so wet, spread your legs”. Tristain ordered picking the vibrator and switching it on still rubbing on his dickhead.“Haven't you done enough?”. I shouted, twisting my legs closed, my whole body still vibrating.“I married you”. Tristain chipped in rolling the Dido in the air smiling wickedly.“That doesn't make me your slave”. “What else do you want from me?”. I said tears forming.I was exhausted and