Lahat ng Kabanata ng THE BILLONAIRE'S FORGOTTEN BRIDE: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 9

CHAPTER TWOMusic blared and lights shimmered across the tiled floor.Today was special, not like other days.Chiara stood in a large hall, decorated with glittering chandeliers and floral arches. Today was her and Aleira's birthday simultaneously but it didn't feel like her day at all. The sound of metal clinking against glass drew everyone's attention to the center of the hall.Alex Vitale and his wife stood glamorously dressed with Aleira standing in between them. She was dressed to the nines in a red, dazzling body hugging dress that showed off her back and her breasts. Her hair was curled and left to hang along her shoulders while her face was made up to resemble a model. Everyone was drawn to her sexy and charming visuals, they couldn't help praising her."Wow, that's Miss Aleira? She is so beautiful.""Of course she is, she is their daughter isn't she?"Aleira Vitale was just her cousin who moved in with her family after her dad suddenly died. Since then the love and affection

CHAPTER FOUR"Who is he?" Chiara asked blankly while staring at the stranger."Are you kidding me?" Aleira suddenly squealed as she shot a look of disgusting at her. With sparkling eyes she ran towards the man."Hello, my name is Aleira, nice to meet you " she held out a hand for a handshake but was met with cold eyes. Smiling awkwardly, she took back her hand and stepped back.Chiara was still watching the strange man, a frown on her face. Wondering who he was and why was he sitting so comfortably as if he owned the place."Wow! Its Lorenzo Deluca! He happens is the powerful and mysterious heir to the Deluca Suites empire." Aleira whispered to herself with a fierce glint in her eyes. "Tall and devilishly handsome, especially with those eyes. He is a dream. I want him." She declared to herself.Finally, the young man in question uncrossed his legs and stood up. He was dressed impeccably in a jet black tailored suit. His sharp faces was framed by his full jet black hair that was styled

Chapter Six Something felt off. Chiara couldn’t shake the question that kept circling in her head. Why would parents push their own child aside for someone else? At first, they told her to be kind, to pity Aleira because she had lost her parents. They said she should treat her gently, like a guest who needed love. Chiara tried. She really did.But over time, Aleira wasn’t just a guest. She slipped into Chiara’s place. Piece by piece, she became the daughter her parents seemed to want more.Lying awake that night, Chiara stared at the ceiling, her chest tight. If she stayed still, she would drown in her thoughts. So she slipped quietly out of bed and padded down the hall. The house was quiet, her parents were asleep and the only sound was the faint tick of the old clock downstairs.She opened the door to her father’s study. The smell of paper and wood polish hung in the air. For a moment she hesitated, her hand still on the knob, then stepped inside.She didn’t know what she expected

Chiara let out a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding. The moment Lorenzo and his friends stepped out of the restaurant, her shoulders dropped. Her chest felt lighter, but her heart was still racing.Why was he staring at me like that? she thought, biting her lip. Does he remember my face from that night? Or… could he actually like me?The thought made her laugh nervously under her breath. She pressed a hand to her chest, feeling the thud of her heartbeat. “Oh my God,” she whispered to herself. “Maybe… maybe I stand a chance to win his heart.”Her reflection caught her eye as she passed the restroom. She stopped, turned, and walked in. The mirror showed a face still flushed from the rush of it all — ocean-blue eyes wide, lips slightly parted, chestnut hair messy from the evening.For a moment she just stared, then straightened her back.“No,” she whispered firmly. “If I want to stand a chance, I need to look like it.”She brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, adjusting her bl