All Chapters of Carrying An Heir For The Wrong Billionaire : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

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AMELIA

AMELIAI staggered to the entrance door of my house and flung the door open. My breath hitched with every step I took and I leaned on the wall for support. I stared at my parents who were seated in the living room, watching TV.I could barely walk and I continued to gasp for air, clutching my soaked clothes on my body.“M-mom, Da-d,” I stammered, my voice barely audible. They turned to face me, their expressions plain.“Why are you coming home by this time, Amelia,” my mum lashed out immediately.The little strength I had, drained instantly. I collapsed to the floor, still clutching my clothes.My dad stood up, tapping my mother's shoulder. “Calm down and talk to her, dear. She looks terrified.” He strode to me and bent down, holding my shoulders. “Where have you been dear? Why are you soaked and why are your clothes torn?”I glanced at my mum and she was looking at me, a mix of concern and annoyance on her face. She couldn't approach me nor look at me properly. She was hesitating to

Last Updated : 2025-12-25

GETTING MARRIED IN FIVE DAYS

AMELIAThe man stood tall, his face stern. His eyes hoovered around Noah, his eyes narrowing without uttering a word. His cold and deep green eyes lingered on my son's features. I pulled my son closer, my heart thumping.Then he turned to me. “Move your kid out of my way,” he said, his voice a low command and his expression unreadable. “If you can't control him, then don't bring him to places like this.”He looked away and strode past me, his steps calculated. I glanced back at him and my gaze flickered to a blood clotted bandage circling his wrist.I picked my son up in my arms, still staring at the man. His deep green eyes were boring in my memory. The striking resemblance to my son. It made my heart race.“Amelia!” A hand landed on my shoulder from behind. I turned to see Xander’s concerned face. “Amelia, are you okay?” Xander Fletcher was my only friend and best friend since childhood. He was always there for me, mostly in times of troubles. He accompanied me throughout my pregna

Last Updated : 2025-12-25

I DON'T WANT TO GO AHEAD WITH THIS

AMELIA I yanked his hand away from my breast with a force that sent a jolt up his arms. “Get your hands off me, you sick pervert!” I seethed, my heart racing with a toxic mix of fear and anger.Aiden stumbled back, his smirk faltering. “Calm down, little sis. No need to get violent.”I glared at him, my jaw tightening. “You do that again, and I'll hit you so hard, you'll be in pain.”He let out a mocking chuckle, looking at me. “Don't act so tough, Amelia. You're still a coward hidden behind a mask of bravery.”I sat up on the bed, moving to the far end of the large bed. His words sent a slight chill down my spine. Maybe, I'm really still a coward.“You're delusional,” I said, trying to mask the doubt in my voice. “I'm not the same coward of a girl you could abuse years ago, Aiden. I can defend myself now.”He looked at me, grinning widely, a devious glint in his eyes. “I heard from mum that you're getting married to… Conrad, Amy's fiance right? You should be excited.”“It's not your

Last Updated : 2025-12-25

CONRAD PIERRE

CONRADA year and half away, and now I was finally back home. I was back to the very place I despised. The same place that made me go to a rehabilitation centre for a year and half. It's strange how, despite everything my father did to me, he still wanted me to take over his company.But of course it's because I was the only person available for now and it would never be free. I could take over his company only if I married within a certain period.“Remember that everything you own is mine,” he had once said.Well, now that he has given me his company to manage, I planned to leave my mark everywhere until my father's name became nothing but a memory.A knock at the door pulled me from my thoughts. I remained standing by the window in my large bedroom, my gaze fixed on the gardener outside. Such lazy humans.The sky was clear, its blue hues casting a bright glow in my room. It was peaceful.“Come in,” I said, my voice sharp and low.The door slowly opened and Mr Colton Garrett, my per

Last Updated : 2025-12-25

THE SAME MAN?

AMELIA The night was a blur of restless tossing and turning, and before I knew it, the first pale silver of dawn pierced through the curtains. It wasn't ‘tomorrow’ anymore. It was ‘today’. My wedding day. And it had arrived with a brutal speed.A dull, grey sky pressed down on the city, mirroring the dullness on my body. It felt like the world itself was sad for me.I dragged myself out of bed, my limbs feeling weighted. “Maybe everything will change and the wedding will not take place,” I muttered.Noah was still fast asleep when I went into the shower. The hot water did little to wash away the chill in my soul, not the dread in my heart. I stayed under the shower, motionless, the water draining me.After a long and gloomy shower, I stepped out, wrapping myself in a fluffy towel. Just then, a knock echoed at the door. I paused, staring at the door.“Who's there?” I asked, clutching the towel on my body.“Miss Amelia, it's Mrs Mabel,” she said. I scoffed at the mention of ‘miss’. In

Last Updated : 2025-12-25

WHOSE CHILD IS THIS?

CONRAD My brows furrowed as I glanced at the familiar yet strange figure in front of me.You? What are you doing here?” I asked. She slowly pulled her son closer to her, staring at me.She opened her mouth to speak, but shut it quickly. She just stared. Her silence was irritating and annoying.I tightened my jaw, tucked my hands in my pockets and strode to her. “When I ask a question , I expect an answer immediately,” I said, stopping a few inches away from where she stood.She tightened her grip on her son's hand and cleared her throat. “I came here to meet Mr Conrad Pierre,” she began, her voice firm. “I am his soon to be wife.”I narrowed my eyes, looking at her. “Soon to be wife? Who are you?”“Amelia Hughes, the substitute bride you wanted.”I scoffed. Substitute bride. She definitely wasn't pleased by that fact.“Momma, where are we?” the little boy asked, looking at her. My brows furrowed again as I glanced at him. He looked at me as if scanning my features. It was the same b

Last Updated : 2026-01-01

STRIKING RESEMBLANCE

AMELIA I had thought about it. I had a chance to leave. Conrad had offered me a chance to leave. My fear would have been gone. But I couldn't. With every wild thought screaming for me to leave there, I stood, still thinking.I knew that his condition for me to stay won't be an easy one. But it was better than returning to my house. I was finally away from my parents. They were finally having the peace of mind they wanted. I didn't want to be a burden anymore.“Immediately after the wedding, you'll put your son in daycare and you'll find a job,” he said, his tone more like an order than simply telling. Find a job? I could understand him telling me to put Noah in a daycare but why the job?“What is there to think about? I need a response now.”I sighed. It was better than going back. I could handle it as long as Noah was happy and won't have to worry about anything.“I am okay with your condition, sir,” I replied, my voice sharp. He nodded, satisfied.“You'll stay here till the weddin

Last Updated : 2026-01-05

CLEANING THE ROOMS

AMELIAI swallowed hard as I stood in front of Conrad, my heart racing. Clearly, he couldn't have seen me, could he? I was quick to leave before he had seen me, so why was he waiting here? I exhaled and strolled, trying to walk past him without breathing rapidly.“Hold on,” Conrad said, his voice sharp. I instantly stopped, the glass of milk nearly falling. For a moment, I stopped breathing, as I tried to stop my emotions from slipping out.Please let it not be that he caught me. “Yes sir?”He turned to face me and my eyes locked with Conrad's.“My father and Tristan Pierre will be arriving first thing tomorrow morning. I expect everything to be well prepared before their arrival. Tristan Pierre? I assumed it was his brother, but why was he calling him formally?“And by everything, I mean you and your son,” he continued. “If anyone asks you about your son or any other unnecessary questions, don't speak at all. The last thing I need is for people to start questioning me because you h

Last Updated : 2026-01-05

THE LAST WARNING

AMELIA Noah hiccuped between sobs, rubbing his eyes with the back of his hands. He was standing in front of a room door and behind him, Conrad stood, glaring at me. I instantly knew something was wrong. But I didn't have time to ask Conrad what was wrong. I picked Noah up from the floor, hugging him and patting his back. He continued to sob, louder this time. It was because I had come to his aid.“What's wrong, baby? Why are you crying so much?” I asked, my heart beating fast.He didn't respond, but rather continued to sob, resting his head on my shoulder and hugging my neck tightly.“Come on dear, you can talk to mummy, alright?”I glanced at Conrad and his glare was still fixed on me. Something was definitely wrong.Noah then lifted his head and touched my cheeks. My heart shattered when I saw his green eyes welled up with tears. His tears had made his eyelashes thicker and it kept on flowing.“I'm listening,” I said, wiping his eyes with my palm.“Momma, the big bad wolf shouted

Last Updated : 2026-01-05

TRISTAN

AMELIA He grinned from ear to ear, which made me uncomfortable. I stepped back, for protection—or fear. “Yes, I'm Amelia," I said, my voice shaky yet firm. “Who… are you?" His smile disappeared. He stared at me, arching his brows. " Really?” He asked, his voice bold. "Conrad didn't mention anything about me?”“Huh?" I tilted my head, as if trying to understand what someone staying upside down is saying. "It's alright. I'll introduce myself personally. I'm Tristan Pierre, Conrad's elder brother.”He smiled, stretching his hand forward for a handshake. I glanced at his hand, then back at his face.Tristan Pierre? The same Tristan I saw in that dusty picture? Wow. He looked far from what I saw there. He looked like Tristan before he got the money and fame. The kind of Mr Beast before and after his fame."No handshake? Alright then.” His voice pierced through my thoughts. I forced a smile, folding my hands behind me.“Conrad has mentioned you before, Mr Tristan." He shifted his gaze

Last Updated : 2026-01-05

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