All Chapters of Married to the billionaire for revenge : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

~Camilla's POV ~ Morning sunlight streamed through the thin, sheer curtains as I stood in front of the mirror. It spilled into the bridal suite like warm, liquid gold. It made the ivory walls glow, the room radiating with the ray of sunlight over my dress, making the diamond stones sparkle.Olivia had chosen this wedding dress for me, and I can tell her fashion sense is no joke. I had low fashion sense, or let's say I have no fashion sense. She took it upon herself as my best friend to dress me up even though I turn her down most times. And now she picked the perfect dress for me. I turned to leave when my eyes caught the red velvet ring sitting on the dressing table beside scattered rose petals, my lips curved into a smile, my heart swelling as I thought of George and the moment he would slide the ring onto my finger. A small light knock brought me out of my thoughts. The door creaked softly. My mother slipped in, her eyes glistening. She kissed my hair, her hands trembling s

~ Unknown POV ~ The night sky glittered with stars as he stood on his rooftop balcony, the city lights sprawling beneath him like fallen constellations. A half-empty glass of whiskey dangled from his hand, the ice long melted. The wind tugged at his shirt, but he barely felt it. His mind wouldn’t stop turning. On his phone screen, the video of the abandoned bride dominated the news. The clip had already gone viral, spliced, remixed, memed, and dissected. Yet he wasn’t interested in the spectacle. He was interested in her. She hadn’t cried, not at first. Not in public. Not until the very last second, when her knees gave out and her world visibly shattered. “Interesting,” he muttered to himself. “Camilla Baker.” He tested her name, tasting the weight of it. The faint smile that touched his lips vanished the moment he saw her father’s face. Those same eyes stared back at him...haunting him once more, though this time it wasn’t just physical. That look of fear and confusion… he

~Unknown POV ~ The cameras flashed like lightning as Travis Walker’s Maserati rolled up to the front of the glass built skyscraper, with the inscription, Walker industries. Reporters pressed against the barricades, shouting his name, questions rolling over one another. He stepped out of the car, tall, broad-shouldered, face emotionless, every inch dripping with aura. His tailored suit caught the light, his polished shoes hitting the pavement with purpose. He didn’t rush. Travis Walker never rushed. “Mr. Walker, is it true you’re buying out Thompson Steel?” “Travis, how do you respond to the fraud allegations?” “Are the rumors about your marriage to Ms. Baker true?” The questions came like daggers, but he was used to reporters swarming him like flies on a carcass. The last question brought a sly smirk to his lips, he had leaked that little information, now there was no turning back... especially for the Baker's. He was one step ahead of them now. He adjusted his wristwa

~ Unknown POV ~ Travis sat at the VIP lounge in one of the five star club house he owned in the city, sipping on his champagne. He wasn't entirely a fan of clubs, his social life was almost zero, if he hadn't been CEO with so much responsibility he would have been a normal family man who spends the weekends with his family at home. He had come to the bar to clear off his head and wear off his anger with a bottle of champagne, before going home to his little angel. The thoughts of her brought smile on his face and warmed his heart. His day had been a mess the moment the board members were against his decision. Not that he was inlove or something, he could choose whoever he wanted, but he couldn't let go of the chance he had. His jaw tightened as the thoughts crossed his mind. Even after six years, John Baker’s betrayal still haunted him, replaying in his mind as vividly as if it happened yesterday. His face held a dangerous look as he stared in to the space, his hand tighte

~ Camilla’s POV ~ The hall went silent the moment I stepped in. Heads turned, eyes widened, gasps echoing as though I had grown two heads. I walked in with my head high, my dress trailing behind me, black, bold, contrasting sharply against my skin. Satisfaction sank deep into me as I fixed my gaze on the man at the altar, the man I was marrying. A marriage without love, but one of convenience. They had expected white, purity, the vision of a proper bride. They didn’t expect me in black. “Camilla…” my mother’s voice trembled, horror and disapproval etched into her face. My father gave me a scornful look, shaking his head slightly in disappointment. My legs almost wobbled under their judgment, but Olivia’s knowing smile steadied me. We had planned this together. After the incident at the club and our heated conversation in my room, Olivia had forgiven me more easily than usual, leaving me scrambling to remember every detail of that night. But I couldn’t. Travis hadn’t re