All Chapters of The Billionaire’s Contracted Bride: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

~Naina’s POV~I woke up to a pounding headache, my temples throbbing like a drumline. Groggily, I opened my eyes, only to be met with an unfamiliar ceiling. The soft, rhythmic sound of snoring filled the room, but it wasn't Lucas's familiar gentle hum. Panic surged through me like ice water, my heart racing as I turned to face the stranger beside me.His naked chest rose and fell with each breath, his chiseled features relaxed in sleep. I didn't recognize him, and my mind raced to piece together the fragmented memories of the previous night. The taste of tequila lingered on my tongue, and the faint scent of cologne clung to my skin.Recollections flooded in: arriving at the party with friends, laughing and dancing, then...nothing. My memories were shrouded in a haze of alcohol and confusion. I had no recollection of leaving the party or ending up in this room with a stranger.My gaze drifted down, and I noticed a red stain on the sheet. A wave of nausea washed over me as I realized th

As I slowly regained consciousness, I found myself still in my wedding dress, lying in a hospital bed. Vivian was sitting next to me, her face filled with concern. She quickly called the doctor, who examined me and advised rest.I closed my eyes, trying to make sense of the events that had led me here. Lucas had called off the wedding, publicly humiliating me. And Amy, my best friend, had betrayed me in the most unimaginable way.Tears streamed down my face as the pain and betrayal washed over me. "Naina, you have to stop crying," Vivian said softly, patting my hand. "Lucas had no right to do what he did, and Amy...I can't even begin to understand why she would do such a thing.""Just forget about it, Naina" she added, her voice filled with anger and frustration.Forget? How could I forget? Amy had been my best friend since middle school. We had been through everything together, practically like sisters. When her mom passed away, I had been there for her, just as she had been there f

He shoved me outside, and I nursed my wrist, wincing at the sharp pain. The secretary rushed towards him, but Kyle's anger was palpable."So you let her in?" Kyle snarled, his eyes flashing with fury.Before the secretary could respond, Kyle stormed towards me, still wrapped in his towel. His gaze blazed with intensity."This is the last time you set foot in this house," he growled. "Else, you'll regret it."He turned and disappeared inside, leaving me seething. The scene felt like a cliché movie moment ,being thrown out of the house.The secretary approached me, his expression cautious.“I think you should leave now." He said I glared at the closed door, then at him. "Tell him I'll be back."With that, I turned and left, determined to uncover more about this Kyle Prescott. I knew just the person to help me.****"Wait... What?!" Vivian exclaimed, eyes wide with shock. "You're carrying Kyle Prescott's child?"Her disbelieving gaze locked onto mine, and I sighed, unsure where to begi

I woke up to a familiar surrounding, my gaze fixed on the ceiling I'd stared at before. The creamy white paint, the subtle texture, the elegant moldingIt all screamed Kyle.I quickly sat up in bed, my heart racing. I'd been here before. This was Kyle's room.Memories flooded back, confronting himBut how did I end up here?Fragments of what happened resurfaced,Kyle driving recklessly, my panic.I must have passed out.My hands instinctively checked my clothes. This wasn't the dress I'd worn today.A crisp white shirt, unfamiliar.My eyes widened."You don't think I was the one who changed you, right?" a familiar voice said.I turned to see Kyle leaning against the doorframe.I hadn't even noticed him in the room.He checked his watch and let out a sigh."Thought you'd never wake up," Kyle said, his voice laced with sarcasm. "Then you started snoring like an hour ago, confirming you're still alive.""I don't snore," I protested.Kyle raised an eyebrow."Whatever. You're awake now."My

Kyle's piercing gaze lingered on me, his patience wearing thin as he awaited my signature on the documents. I clutched the dress I had hastily removed to my chest, desperate to conceal my near-nakedness from his scrutinizing eyes.My mind seethed with indignation as I scanned the contract, the rules listed on the page dancing with mockery. How dare he dictate terms that stripped me of autonomy? Rule 4, in particular, ignited a fire within me: "The Wife shall obey the Husband at all costs, without question or hesitation." Was he delusional, expecting me to surrender to his every whim like some subservient follower?I located the signature line, my heart heavy with the weight of resignation. Signing this contract would bind me to Kyle, but it was a necessary evil to further my vendetta. I couldn't let my resolve waver now."Could you at least have the decency to look away?" I asked, my voice laced with irritation. "I need to put something on." The vulnerability of my current state ma