บททั้งหมดของ Married To The Cruel Billionaire : บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

SELENEThe morning sun was already high when I arrived at work, but I barely noticed it. My feet dragged across the pavement as I made my way into the community center, the place that usually brought me some peace and comfort. Today, though, the weight of what had happened at home hung over me like a dark cloud, dulling the warmth of everything around me. My heart still ached with the fresh sting of betrayal, and every time I closed my eyes, I saw Lucas standing there with Olivia, cold and indifferent.I tried to push the memory away, focusing on the task at hand—cleaning the common area and getting everything ready for the day’s activities. But no matter how much I tried to distract myself, the pain lingered, gnawing at the edges of my mind.“Selene, dear, you look a little pale,” Mrs. Wallace, one of the elderly ladies who often came to the center, remarked as I passed by with a tray of tea. Her concern was sweet, but all I could do was force a small smile.“I’m fine, Mrs. Wallace,”

SELENEThe house was quiet that morning as I scrubbed the kitchen floor, the soapy water stinging my hands, but it was nothing compared to the ache sitting heavy in my chest. I glanced up at the clock, realizing with a sinking feeling that today was the seventh day—the last day of the deadline Margaret and my father had given me. I had to find a husband or be forced to marry Peter Norwood, the man they had chosen for me. The thought alone made my stomach twist.I wiped a strand of hair from my face, trying to focus on my work, but my mind kept drifting to the strange gifts I’d been receiving. They had started arriving a few days ago, one after the other. Flowers, jewellery, dresses… things I’d never dreamt of having. At first, I thought it was a mistake—maybe someone had the wrong address. But no, they were all addressed to me. And no matter how much I tried to figure out who was sending them, I had no answers. I didn’t even know why.A shuffling noise pulled me from my thoughts, and

SELENEAdrien’s words hit me like a slap. He stood there, so calm and composed, as though this was a simple transaction, a business deal. I couldn’t wrap my head around it.“Well, pack your things,” Adrien said flatly, his voice leaving no room for hesitation. “We’ll be leaving within the hour.”Margaret immediately took a step forward, shaking her head. “You can’t just come in here and say whatever you like. We need to talk to her father, first—he needs to be involved in this!”Adrien didn’t even blink, his gaze unwavering as he glanced at her. “Your husband has no part to play in this,” he said, his tone cold but firm. “We’ll reconvene for the marriage later. For now, I intend to take her home. She’s coming with me.”“Home?” Olivia stepped forward, an eyebrow arched with a mix of disbelief and disdain. “You’ve got some nerve. You think she’s just going to leave like this, without any explanation?”Adrien didn’t answer Olivia’s challenge, his gaze turning back to me. “There’s nothing

SELENEI hesitated for a moment before opening the door and stepping out of the car. My breath hitched as I took in the scene. The driveway alone was larger than the park near my old neighborhood, the one I’d spent countless hours in as a child trying to escape the suffocation of home. A perfectly trimmed hedge framed the pathway, and a fountain stood at the center, water cascading down in rhythmic patterns. Everything about this place screamed wealth, power, and luxury—the kind I’d only ever seen in glossy magazines or on TV.I tilted my head up to take in the full scope of the mansion. It was intimidating in its perfection. Every detail was deliberate, every inch a testament to excess. It didn’t belong in my reality.“You planning to just stand there and stare all day?” Adrien’s voice came from behind me, his tone laced with a teasing edge that made my jaw tighten.I turned to face him, masking my discomfort with a sharp glare. “I wasn’t staring,” I snapped, even though I definitely

SELENEI lay on the bed, staring up at the unfamiliar ceiling. The events of the day replayed over and over in my mind like a cruel movie I couldn’t pause. None of it felt real. How had my life taken such a dramatic turn in the span of mere hours?One moment, I was standing in the suffocating confines of my parents’ living room, my step mother smugly preparing to hand me over to some old, lecherous man who could barely stand upright without assistance. And the next, Adrien Voss—this impossibly polished and intimidating man—swept in and derailed everything.I turned onto my side, hugging the pillow tightly against me. His words echoed in my head: “We’re getting married tomorrow.”Tomorrow. He said it so calmly, so matter-of-factly, as if my life wasn’t hanging by a thread, as if this was just a minor business transaction to him.And maybe it was.I felt a pang of anger twist in my chest. How dare he make such decisions for me without even asking how I felt? Who did he think he was?But