THE RUTHLESS BILLIONAIRE'S BRIDE のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

THIS WAS IT. The day I would be delivered and given as a sacrificial lamb to my father's enemies. They claimed it was a pact— a ritual that had been going on for generations upon generations as a way to siphon our family businesses. I called it modern slavery. Somehow it felt the 1500’s where daughters were pimped out to spouses old enough to be their daughters or granddaughters. Which made me scared because I had no idea who I was betrothed to. What kind of man was he? What did he look like? Would I even be attracted to him? Those questions I didn't have the answer to, but what I knew was that I was officially signing off my happiness in exchange for my father to live happily. I hated that I had to do all these, but I had no choice. “Remember, Ariadne,” Mom said with feigned excitement. She was not a good actress; I could read her like an open book and I wished she stopped trying. For both our sakes. “Marriage to the Russos is something everyone in this society is dying for. T

"What? What do you mean you're now engaged to Luca Russo?” My best friend Georgina asked over the phone. It had been six days since the ordeal in form of a hunk of a man barged into my life. Four days since Dad locked me up in my room, thankfully with my phone and TV, although I wasn't in the mood to do anything. I'd just mustered up the courage today to call Georgina and deliver the tragic news. I nodded even though she couldn't see me. “It's true, Georgie. I'm even surprised the news hasn't flown around. News sure does flies around in this society.” “Urggh, tell me about it,” she groaned. “Remember when Gianna got pregnant by her bodyguard? No one would stop talking about it for years.” “I know right?” Gianna was a topic five years ago. Parents warned their daughters not to be like her. She was a prime example of what not to do as an elite, and a ridicule to her family. I felt sorry for her, but it seemed in our world, you could never want who you wanted. “So, what are you

I was going to kick something. Or someone— I wasn't sure which yet. Today was my fitting day and Mom, having taken me to shop for bridal gowns, wouldn't stop ranting about how my wedding was the most anticipated. How everyone kept talking and wishing it was going to come faster than planned.I'd been shocked and almost yelled the house down when I was informed my wedding was in less than a week. Saturday to be precise. Why Luca and my parents were rushing for the wedding, I didn't know, but I knew one thing: I was screwed. In less than a week, I would be married to an arrogant, condescending bastard, and my freedom kept slipping through my fingers day by day.So here I was, shopping for the outfit I would be wearing when I traded and I could do nothing but smile at the strangers who kept praising me on how I looked beautiful in every gown I put on.“Fix your face, Ariadne,” Mom gritted in annoyance after one of the sales girl praised that I could be dressed in a trash bag and still lo

If Matt suspected anything about me constantly visiting his grandmother he didn't say anything or show it. That didn't surprise me though. I'd always visited when I was much younger. His grandmother was like one I never had and so it didn't come as surprise.Today was the D–day to finalize my escape plans. His grandmother had already sorted everything out and all that was left was me making the move. I'd told Georgina and begged her not to tell anyone no matter how much they'd questioned her. She'd promised, but I was still wary of her ability to effortlessly lie and so I'd not told her where exactly I was headed to.Philadelphia.I'd always wanted to visit that city my entire life and now it seemed like this was my opportunity to. I was finally going to live a carefree life— drink, club, experience love, get married to a man I loved someday and start a family with him, finish my education and get a good job. I wasn't going to be the Ariadne Moretti who was the good girl and was bound

"I would like to watch you come undone. With my tongue." I could feel the tingling sensation down there at his words, and without being able to stop myself, I squeezed my thighs between his legs. There was something hot about all of these: him on top of me, staring down at me like his next meal. In this moment, we didn't hate each other. If any stranger were to see us right now, they wouldn't mistake the lust pouring out of both of us. But even if desire wanted me to say yes, I still had my senses. I pushed him away from me and rose from the bed. “No, thank you. I would rather kiss a toilet seat than make that happen.” “We can arrange that,” he mumbled and I glared at him. I huffed. “What is this anyways? Dragging me from my parents’ house and then volunteering to… you know. Don't you have billions to make?” He chuckled, rising to his feet. My cheeks turned red when he arranged the bulge in his pants and then looked back up at me with a smirk. “Contrary to what you think, Ari