All Chapters of Claimed by the billionaire at the altar: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

I spent extra time applying my makeup. I wished I didn’t care about my looks but I did. Most people from my high school were going to be there and even though years had passed, I didn’t want to be the same person they used to know.I picked out a green dress with a low neckline. “Honey, you look perfect,” Nathan gasped as he walked into the room “You seem nervous, you don’t have to be. It’s just a wedding.”I sighed and offered him a small smile. Nathan was supportive, he knew I was bullied in school and reuniting with my bullies was something I didn’t want to do. Mama made me promise to attend. With papa being sick, she needed my help in catering for Zac’s and Olivia’s wedding. Our family’s restaurant was being paid handsomely to handle the event and it was going to open more opportunities for us in the future, it was too important to pass up.My plan was simple, make sure everything ran smoothly and leave as quickly as possible. I had no intention of lingering in a place whe

It turned out that I wasn’t living a nightmare, it was all my reality. I spent the past two days locked up in a hotel room, bawling my eyes out. No doubt, I was on the front cover of the newspapers and TV stations. A lot of demeaning and disgusting words were used on me. I deactivated all my social media because I knew my DMs were going to be filled with the vilest comments. I tried to reach out to mama and papa but neither of them were speaking to me. Some people left horrible reviews online about mama’s restaurant, while some reported the restaurant as being unsanitary, which was untrue. All my life, I’ve been a model daughter. I got straight A’s, I never snuck out to see a boy, I had a blossoming career, and I was dedicated to retiring my parents.But none of that matters now. To everyone, I was the jealous slut who ruined a wedding. I scrolled through the news headlines until my chest hurt. Home wrecker exposed at luxury weddingThe headline was screaming at me. I didn’

The ride felt endless and after what felt like forever, the ride slowed. I glanced out the window and my stomach dropped. We were far from the city. There were tall iron gates just like I had seen online, Zac’s estate. The gates opened automatically, and the Escalade rolled in. The house was larger than I had imagined. It was sleek, glassy and cold just like its owner. When the car pulled to a halt, the man in black turned and said quietly, “We’re here, Miss Ackerman.” He got out, opened my door and extended his hand politely. I glared at it, then at him. “I can walk by myself,” I muttered and got out of the car. He opened the front door and gestured for me to enter.I hesitated. “Is he in there?” He nodded.The house was quiet. The smell of expensive wood and some other scent hung in the air. I could almost hear my footsteps against the marble floor.Then I saw him. Zac stood at the end of the hallway, his hands in his pockets casually, watching me. He looked calm and w

It had been two days since I saw Zac. For the most part, I watched Netflix, ate whenever I could and slept to escape my reality. I avoided my phone like a plague. I didn’t want to see the horrible things people had to say about me.It had been a week since I spoke to my parents and Nathan, the anxiety was unbearable. Each time I called Nathan, it went straight to voicemail. It was no doubt he had me blocked. I slipped downstairs, padding quietly to the living room. There were so many rooms in Zac’s house I had yet to see but I was most familiar with my room.My hands trembled as I dialed Nathan’s number on the house landline. I held my breath and it rang once. Twice. “Hello?”He used the same voice he used when he was talking to clients. Was I a stranger to him? “Nathan, it's me. Please don’t hang up,” I pleaded. A stretch of silence followed, and I could feel the lumps form in my throat.Usually he’d say, “Hey baby, how are you doing?” In a sweet voice, But now? I don’t t

I wish I could say I had a good night's sleep. From dreaming of Zac’s hot body to being consumed by guilt to wondering if my boyfriend dumped me when he said goodbye. I stared at the night clock beside me, it was just 3:14am. I was starving. After the phone call with Nate, I couldn’t bring myself to eat anything even though the chef offered to make me something. Now, I regret passing up on the offer.I made my way downstairs. If I didn’t get something to eat, I was sure I was going to make it till sunrise. I padded to the kitchen, thinking of cereal or any leftovers, a quick fix.But as soon as I stepped inside, I froze.Zac was there.He stood at the island counter. Thankfully, he wasn't shirtless. He had his phone to his ear, the person on the other end was doing the talking. Zac was irritated, his jaw tight and his hand curled into a tight fist. “No!” He snapped. “When I give out an order, I expect you to carry it out immediately.”I strained my ear to hear whatever the pers