She was betrayed at the altar. Now she’s marrying the enemy. When Emilia finds her fiancé in bed with her sister, she loses more than love—she loses everything. To get it back, she makes a bold move: marry his powerful billionaire uncle. What starts as a revenge plot turns into a dangerous game of passion, lies, and unexpected feelings. But when the past returns with a vengeance, will love be her greatest risk? Revenge was her plan. Falling for him wasn’t.
View More~Emilia
He stroked my cheeks while holding my waist, repeating the same promises he made to me years ago.
“I will forever love you as we grow old together, baby,” he murmured against my neck, his breath warm and teasing.
“Stop it, you're making me blush,” I said, trying to hide my excitement. It was the night before our court wedding, and I felt like the luckiest woman alive. Everything looked so perfect. Malik and I had been high school sweethearts, and I was happy we were finally tying the knot tomorrow.
Although he hadn’t introduced me to any of his family members, I wasn’t bothered—he didn’t want our families involved. According to him, he just wanted the two of us. No family. No drama. Just us. I respected that, even though a small part of me wondered why. But I brushed it aside.
“You're ready for tomorrow, right?” he asked, tracing lazy circles behind my back.
“Of course I am,” I whispered, feeling my heart flutter. I leaned into him, wanting the moment to last longer.
He leaned in to kiss me, but just then, his phone beeped. He paused, glanced at the message, and jumped out of bed, reaching for his jacket and car keys.
“Any problem? Where are you going at this time of night?” I asked, puzzled at the sudden shift.
“Oh, nothing baby. I just need to attend an urgent meeting. I’ll be back in an hour.” He grabbed his keys and kissed my forehead before closing the door behind him.
My stomach clenched, tight and uneasy, as a cold shiver ran down my spine—like a warning I couldn’t quite explain. Something didn’t feel right. But again, I brushed it aside, convincing myself I was overthinking.
Trying to distract myself, I slipped into my fluffy slippers and headed straight to my closet to admire my wedding dress again. I was super excited as I checked it out in the mirror. I just couldn’t wait to sign those papers in court with Malik.
I spun slightly, picturing myself walking down the courthouse steps, my hand in Malik’s. I smiled, imagining the photos, the way he’d look at me, the way everyone would say how beautiful we looked together. I had waited so long for this moment.
After carefully hanging the dress back in place, I made myself a light dinner. Still, there was no sign of Malik. The food was tasteless in my mouth. I barely chewed. I picked up my phone from the nightstand and glanced at the time. It was already an hour later—and still no sign of him.
No message.
I was getting really worried. I dialed his number. It wasn’t going through. I dialed again. Still nothing.
My mind raced as different thoughts collided in my head.
What if he was in a car accident? What if he was kidnapped? What if something terrible happened?
I paced up and down the room, panicking.
I dialed his number a third time, and this time, he picked up.
“I told you I’ll be home in an hour. Why are you blowing up my phone with calls?”
His voice was low, but clearly annoyed.
I froze.
“But... it’s been an hour and a half. I was a little worried. I thought maybe something happened to you,” I managed to blurt out.
“I’m fine, bae. Just held up in traffic. I’ll be home soon,” he replied, his voice now laced with forced calm.
I noticed he was a little pissed. Before I could say anything more, his voice added,
“And also, go to bed. Don’t bother staying up waiting for me.”
Then he hung up.
I stared at the phone. He’d never spoken to me that way before. I assumed maybe he was stressed out. Maybe the meeting hadn’t gone well. Maybe traffic had made him irritable. It was late.
I didn’t want anything to ruin our wedding tomorrow.
Still feeling uneasy, I crawled into bed. I couldn’t sleep. Every little noise made me jump.
I kept imagining the worst.
Eventually, I drifted into a restless sleep. The clock ticked slowly. Minutes dragged. Hours stretched.
The night felt endless.
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I woke up to the rays of the morning sun peeking through the curtains. I yawned lazily and turned to the other side of the bed.
It was empty.
My heart skipped a beat.
I sat up quickly, heart pounding in my chest. I reached for my phone. 7:15 a.m.
Our wedding was scheduled for 8:00 a.m. at the courthouse.
Where was he?
Panicking, I dialed his number repeatedly. He didn’t take the call.
I rushed into the living room. No sign of him.
Just as I was about to call again, my phone beeped with a message:
> "Hey bae, I’m running a little behind. Go ahead to the courthouse and start getting things ready. I’ll be there in a few minutes. I love you.”
I heaved a sigh of relief.
Maybe I had overreacted last night. Maybe he really was just busy after all.
I rushed into the bathroom, humming happily. Today was still my day. Nothing would ruin it.
I quickly styled my hair in a bun, slipped into my wedding dress, applied my makeup, and added a touch of perfume and lip gloss.
I grabbed my handbag, slid into my heels, and walked gracefully to the garage.
I stepped into the black Rolls Royce he had bought me for my birthday, started the engine, and drove off to the courthouse with a hopeful smile.
The courthouse was only thirty minutes away, but it felt like the longest drive of my life.
Finally, I arrived.
I parked, stepped out of the car, and stood at the courthouse steps, clutching my handbag. I looked around.
Malik wasn’t there.
I checked the time. 7:55 a.m.
Still no call. No text.
I dialed again.
No answer.
I waited.
8:10 a.m.
Still no sign of him.
My phone beeped.
My heart l
eapt.
But when I opened the message…
my blood ran cold.
"Sorry. Malik can’t make it today. And you should stop waiting.”
~EmiliaGetting to Mrs. Maria's house, I was thrown into confusion.It was supposed to be a weekend with just Adrian’s grandma.So what were Malik and Charlotte doing here?I stood by the door, my bag still clutched in my hand. My stomach tightened as I took in the unexpected scene.Adrian arched a brow and faced his grandmother."Care to explain, Grandma?"Mrs. Maria smiled and rubbed her hands together before placing them gently on her lap.“Well," she began, her voice light, "I thought it would be nice for Emilia to start getting used to the family.”Adrian sighed deeply, placing both hands on his waist.“Granny, it would have been nice if you had told me beforehand. We’re staying just for the weekend.”A housemaid appeared beside us with a slight bow.“Let me help you with these, sir,” she said, reaching out for the bags.Adrian handed over the bag without a word. Then he turned to her again.“The keys to my room?”She quickly placed the small bunch of keys in his outstretched han
~Adrian“How are you doing?” I asked, my voice flat.I wasn’t trying to sound polite. I didn’t care how he was doing.I had no patience for men who coasted through life—and he was one of them. Even though he’s my brother’s son, I couldn’t hide the way he annoyed me.“I’m pretty sure Grandma mentioned the weekend. Is your wife coming too?” he asked, putting extra weight on the word wife, like it held some kind of secret meaning.My brows twitched. Why was that so important to him?I let out a breath and tried to keep myself from reacting. He wasn’t worth the energy.“Is that why you called?” I said sharply. “Well, I was in the middle of something before you interrupted. I need to get back to it. Bye.”I hung up
~EmiliaI sighed, then turned to face the crowd.“Life is great, and marriage with Adrian has been just the best,” I said.The words came out too clean, too rehearsed. I felt them slide off my tongue without weight.Cameras flashed. The lights burned against my eyes, white and relentless. My dress felt tighter under the pressure, though nothing had changed.Someone raised a mic toward me. I didn’t hear the question. I didn’t care to.I stepped away before they could ask again. My arms ached from the shopping bags I clutched—too full, too heavy. The handles bit into my fingers, and I shifted them closer to my side, trying to appear casual.Adrian’s driver was waiting in the parking lot.I walked faster than I should have. My heels hit the pavement unevenly, each step sounding sharper
~EmiliaRummaging through my wardrobe, I let out a tired sigh. Everything inside looked… off. The sleeves were too loose, the fabric too stretched. My clothes had slacked in every possible way.“Uhh… what am I going to wear now?” I breathed out, slumping onto the edge of the bed with a soft thud.My shoulders drooped. The silence in the room only made me more aware of how unprepared I felt. Being married to a billionaire didn’t automatically mean you knew how to dress the part. There were expectations—silent, loud, and always hovering. I was supposed to look elegant, put-together… untouchable.But right now, I looked like someone who barely rolled out of bed in an old shirt that used to be white.I dragged my fingers through my hair and glanced at the mirror across the room. My reflection stared back—plain, unsure, and still trying to figure things out.I needed clothes that spoke for me. Clothes that made Adrian unable to look away.A slow, mischievous smile crept up my lips at the t
~Emilia“Do you mind explaining what just happened out there?”I lashed out the moment we stepped into the house. The ride home had been tense, so quiet that even the hum of the engine felt louder than usual.I had tried—really tried—to suppress the anger boiling inside me, but it was like trying to stop hot water from spilling over.My chest was tight. My jaw clenched. And now, standing here, the dam broke.But he didn’t even flinch.He calmly placed his suitcase on the sofa, not even looking in my direction. The sound of the leather brushing against the fabric filled the silence.Turning to me slowly, he uttered in that same frustratingly even tone, “Get some rest upstairs. We’ll talk about this tomorrow.”He loosened his tie, and it now hung lazily around his neck. He looked so composed. Too composed.His expression was unreadable, like none of this had touched him the way it shattered me.His face was so calm that it made me want to scream.“Tomorrow?” I scoffed, stepping forward.
~Emilia“Adrian?” I gasped, my voice barely above a whisper. My heart thudded wildly in my chest. I was shocked and confused.Was he truly the Mr. Jefferson that I had been working for all this while?A tight knot formed in my stomach. My mind raced with questions.Did he know about me all along?Did he decide to set me up—with my ex… and my family?Why would he do that?What kind of sick game was this?I was already sweating. Cold beads of sweat rolled down from the hair I had packed into a bun, trailing along the sides of my face and soaking into the collar of my blouse. My hands trembled at my sides. I felt so exposed—like my entire life had just been pulled apart and laid bare in front of everyone.“I said nobody is leaving,” Adrian spoke up, his voice cold, deep, and commanding.His e
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