Alle Kapitel von THE BRIDE HE NEVER WANTED: Kapitel 1 – Kapitel 9

That night, I sat alone in the vast bedroom that wasn’t mine, wearing a white light robe they had given me after the wedding with no panties under. My hands were clenched so tightly in my lap that my nails left little crescent marks on my palms. I felt nervous.The door opened.He stepped in, jacket already off, shirt partially unbuttoned, the scent of whiskey and cologne clinging to him. His movements were unstable from drinking, but there was nothing weak about the way he looked at me. He closed the door behind him with a soft click and locked it.“Lia,” he said, squirting his eyes looking at me, voice low and rough.My stomach twisted violently at the name. He thought I was Lia, I tried talking him out of it that it was all a plan, I wasn't Lia. But he crossed the room in a few strides and pulled me up from the edge of the bed. His hands were large and warm as they slid around my waist, tugging the robe open with impatient fingers. The cool air hit my skin as the silk slipped off

The days before the wedding passed like a blur I couldn’t escape. People moved in and out of the house carrying fabrics, jewelry, flowers, and invitations while I stood in the middle of it all feeling completely detached. Measurements were taken and dresses were fitted. Every room was filled with whispers that suddenly stopped whenever I walked in. No one asked if I wanted this marriage or how I felt about marrying a man I had never loved. My feelings meant nothing because the decision had already been made. When the wedding day arrived, I woke before sunrise, staring into the darkness, still hoping something would stop it.A knock came at the door. “Get ready,” my mother said. My hands felt cold as I sat up.Today.I tried to leave, though I hadn’t planned anything properly. I just knew I couldn’t stay there another second pretending I was ready for that wedding. My body moved before my mind could catch up. I slipped out of my room quietly and made my way down the stairs, holding

Where is Lia?” He asked again. His voice cut through the room like something sharp. I didn’t answer. Not because I didn’t want to, but because I didn’t know where to start.He swung his legs off the bed and stood up, running a hand through his hair. The calm from last night was gone. What stood in front of me now was clear, alert and angry.“I asked you a question,” he said.“I’m… not Lia,” I stammered.“I can see that.” The words came out cold. He stepped closer, his eyes scanning my face like he was trying to find something familiar and failing. “Then why are you here?” he demanded. “Why are you in my house and on my bed?”My throat tightened. “Because they sent me,” I said.“Who?”“My family.”His jaw clenched. “Don’t play games with me. I was supposed to marry Lia.”“I know.”“Then explain this.”I swallowed. “They said she was too fragile. They said I should take her place.”A short, humorless laugh left him. “So you agreed?” “No.” I answered. It made him pause. “I didn’t have a

I avoided everyone for the rest of the day. It wasn’t hard.Nobody came looking for me anyway.The mansion was too large, too cold, filled with people who work as maids. Every hallway felt unfamiliar. Every room reminded me that this wasn’t my home.I spent most of the afternoon sitting near the window in my room, staring outside while rain tapped softly against the glass.At some point, there was a knock at the door. I looked up slowly. “Come in.”One of the maids stepped inside carefully. She looked nervous around me, like she wasn’t sure how to behave.“Mrs. Laurent,” she said politely, “Madam Laurent asked me to bring this.”She placed several shopping bags on the bed.I frowned slightly. “What is it?”“Clothes.”I stared at the bags in confusion after she left. For a second, I thought maybe Adrian’s mother was trying to be kind. That thought disappeared quickly when I opened them.Every outfit inside was plain. Long sleeves, high necklines and dull colors.Nothing soft or elegant

A charity meeting was held in the mansion the next day. Rich billionaire guests laughed and shook hands while I stood in the corner like a ghost. My plain dress made some people mistake me for the maid, even though I wasn't wearing the normal maid uniform. Adrian noticed this and appeared at my side with a cold smile. “Come with me.”He led me down a quiet hallway to a small powder room and locked the door. My heart raced.“Adrian, the guests—”“Turn around and lift your dress,” he ordered. I hesitated. He stepped closer, voice low and sharp. “Now, don't make me repeat myself.”I turned and pulled the fabric up. He slid my panties down, then pushed something cold and smooth into me. A toy. It stretched me just enough to make me gasp.“This is your punishment,” he said, fixing it deep inside. “For looking so miserable in front of everyone. You’ll wear it all night.”He pulled my panties back up and smoothed my dress. When we stepped out, he looked perfectly normal. I felt full and ne