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

I parked my sleek black sedan in the expansive garage of my family estate, the quiet hum of the engine dissipating as I stepped out. The late afternoon sun bathed the Sleighman property in warm, golden light, casting a nice, earthy scene that did little to lighten my mood. I'd spent hours at the office struggling with plenty challenges at Soliel Vineyards, and my frustration boiled inside me while I looked composed on the outside.Click-clack. The sharp rhythm of my red Louboutins echoed off the tiled floor as I entered through the massive oak front door, a load of paperwork tucked underneath my arm. An aroma of fresh lilies from a nearby vase wafted through the air, an R&B melody humming in the air, pulling my attention toward the parlour.Dad was a stout man, with streaks of silver in his dark hair, hunched over a pile of documents on the vintage mahogany coffee table. His brow was deeply furrowed, and he barely looked up when I entered.By the mini bar, my two-year-younger sister,

I sat on the edge of my bed, staring up at the ceiling. Two weeks of wedding preparations, legal arrangements, and awkward silences had just blitzed by. The house was abuzz. Caila, Dad and I had all practically managed to ignore the absurdity of this whole situation.Dad had thrown himself into the planning of it all, proudly announcing each and every detail to anyone who would listen. "A grand affair," he kept calling it. "The perfect union for Soleil Vineyards' salvation."Caila, on the other hand, had been quiet. Too quiet.One night, I found my sister on the floor of her room, knees against her chest, head bent. "What's wrong?" I whispered, even though I knew the answer.Caila looked up; her eyes were red from crying. "I thought...I thought it was love, Aria, that a marriage was supposed to be about. Not this. I don't want this.”I knelt beside her, pulling her into a hug. "I know," I whispered. "I'm so sorry, Caila. If I could fix this-""We're stuck," Caila interrupted, her voic

Caila and I followed Clinton down the long, echoing hallways of the huge mansion. The butler walked with a dignified air, pointing out important locations as we passed them."This," Clinton said, gesturing to a large wooden door, "is the library. Mr. Sharpe has an extensive collection should you ever need it."I looked in curiously as we passed, noticing the high shelves of books lining the walls. Down the hall further, Clinton stopped in front of another door. "The kitchen is in here. If you want refreshments at any other time than mealtimes, you can ask for them.Finally, Clinton halted at another corridor leading to a quieter wing of the house. "This wing has been prepared for your arrivals. These are your rooms." He gestured to two doors across from each other.We looked down the hall and I pointed to a third door at the end. "And who does that belong to?" I asked the question I was sure Caila had in mind.Clinton followed my gaze. "That would be Mr. Sharpe's room."My lips thinne

“You've got to be kidding!” Rita shouted, causing a couple at the restaurant to turn and give them an irritated stare. “What?! You've been married to the Jace of Sharpe Tech industry and you don't know what his lips taste like?” she said in a loud whisper.I groaned at the thought of me and Jace locking lips. Like I could just grab his face and kiss his lips, unprovoked? I had doubts that I would even consider it when a gun was pointed towards me. I and my friends had this rule of always meeting up on the weekend. We were at one of our favorite spots - Ristorante Mare e Vino. It was a seafood restaurant at the edge of town. It was like a get a way spot, and it still had the quality of a seafood restaurant in the city but it was cozier. This time, it was just me, Rita and Jessica. Lydia the lover girl had gone on a trip to Paris with her boyfriend for a month-long vacation. “So you really haven't kissed him?” Rita asked again for confirmation, her entire face had the look of surpri

The atmosphere in the expansive dining room was laden with unexpressed thoughts. It wasn’t a tension that could be cut through with a knife; rather, it felt like a burden resting heavily on everything, from the gleaming mahogany table to the sophisticated chandelier swaying above. The space seemed overly silent, with the flickering candles barely managing to dispel the cold. My father, Solomon Sleighman, sat at the head of the table with an air of authority that I used to find comforting act when I was younger… when I didn’t know how far he would go to protect his business. Now? Now, it felt like I was sitting across from a stranger. The food on the table smelled nice but I couldn't even bring myself to raise it to my lips. “So, I expected Jace to be here with you.” their father said. “The reason I called for this dinner was because I wanted to talk to him about something, where is he?” He asked finally.“Business meeting,” I said sharply, trying to forget that he had just said the