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

Chapter 1Riley's PovMy first mistake was going to Claire's house to cry my eyes out before her to see what marriage did to me. The second mistake I made was allowing her to drag me down here to get drunk, and the last mistake for the day was sitting down here and eyeing another man who was not my husband.I knew I shouldn't be doing this even when I was drunk. I shouldn't be here in a bar in the first place. I shouldn't be taking shaky steps towards the elegant Aiden Cole, whose grey eyes remained on my cleavage.I shouldn't have made it to his side. I shouldn't have leaned in for a kiss on his delicate, juicy-looking lips, nor should I have wrapped my arms around his neck.I shouldn't sit down on his dick, strangle him with my butt, and eat up his lips aggressively like I was doing.It was not my fault, my husband made me do it.***Weeks ago..."Let's welcome Riley Spears, our guest speaker today on our show HOW TO KEEP YOUR DESTINED HUSBAND AS A PERFECT WIFE." The main presenter

Riley's Pov With all my disagreement about Sophia coming to stay in the house with us, my husband was pulling farther away from me, and it looked as if I was losing my husband. I couldn't keep watching that. So one day, when he brought it up again, I had to listen to him, now seeing it from his own point of view.It was one of the rarest days when he would eat dinner. He took nothing more than two spoonfuls before he dropped his spoon to discuss with me."About Sophia," He began.I dropped my spoon as well, "What is it about her?""You know that she cannot stay in your parents' house. She left the country in the first place because of them, and now that she needs you to help her with accommodation as her sister, you don't want to be there for her. She has been staying in the hotel."I regretted that I was not that heartless, though I was not close with Sophia, I couldn't watch her sleeping in a hotel every night as if she had no sister or relative.And also since her return made my h

Riley's Pov I couldn't stay there washing as my husband was having the type of sex he had never done to me with my sister. I fled from the office all the way to Claire's house. I didn't know how I got there, because the journey from our house to her house was such a long one, but before I knew it, I was out of the door, knocking at her door.She opened the door, "Riley!" She called out her surprises.I covered my face with my hands and burst into more tears at her doorpost with no word said.She immediately paved a way for me to enter her house and she led me in to sit on the sofa in her sitting room. I think she could sense that I was not ready to talk, so she only sat down with me, patting my back in her way of comforting me.I wept bitterly like I would never weep again. My heart was heavy and my head was banging like my head was the field house of about twenty-two players on a football pitch, the mucus in my nose was rolling like the stinking germs in a running water, and my eyes

Riley’s POVI parked my car in front of my parents’ mansion, not wanting to go in. They had always despised me and treated me like an outcast in the family. Back as a kid, I hated myself and hated them. I’d wished to be normal, a normal girl who has loving friends and family, who will always cherish me, love me, and never let me go. I wished I had real parents who would tell me stories, take me to parks, buy me my favorite toys, play with me, and host the perfect birthday party for me. But all that was just the mentality, just a dream that could never come true. And yes, it never did. “Miss Riley, you’re here?” The security man said, knocking at my car window, disrupting me from my thoughts. I forced a smile, “Mr. Charlie…”“Oh, Miss Riley, I can’t believe you’re here. I can’t remember the last time you came here, but I’m happy to see you,” he smiled gently.“I’m happy to see you too. Right, is my parents’ home?” He nodded in response, “Yes, master just arrived home from the com

Riley’s POVThe smell of coffee hit me immediately I stepped into the café, wrapping around me like memory. It had been days, if not weeks since I’d last been here, and the place hadn’t changed.This café was more than just a spot for us, it was our safe haven, carved out long ago from the chaos of London.Claire had already arrived, waving at me with that energy only she carried, a half-drunk latte in her hand and bold gold earrings swinging on her ears.“Riley!” she called out, smiling.I pulled my coat tighter around me, my sunglasses hiding the puffiness around my eyes, and I forced a smile, the hardest I’ve ever forced.I slid into the seat across from her and exhaled slowly as though I’d been holding my breath all day.“God Riley, you look like you haven’t slept in days,” Claire said, setting her cup down.I gave a small laugh. “That’s because I haven’t.”The waitress appeared with an espresso I didn’t remember ordering. Claire must have ordered for me; she always did that when