All Chapters of The Billionaire Who Ruined My Wedding: Chapter 1 - Chapter 7

Cleopatra's POVEvery young girl grows up dreaming about her perfect wedding day, envisioning the magic of the moment she walks down the aisle. My own dreams had always been remarkably simple, far removed from grand castles or noble princes. I only ever wanted the honest promise that someone would choose me above all others and commit to building a life together.As the wooden doors of the church closed behind me, shutting out the bustling noise of the city, I tightened my fingers around my bouquet of ivory roses and inhaled slowly to quiet my racing heart.My younger sister, Diana, stood close beside me in the hallway, blinking back tears of joy as she adjusted my lace veil one last time. She smoothed the fabric with gentle hands, her eyes filled with warmth."You look absolutely beautiful today, Cleo," Diana whispered, wiping her cheek."You've said that five times since we got here," I laughed softly, trying not to ruin my makeup."I only say it so often because it's the truth," sh

Cleopatra's POVTwo days had passed since the wedding disaster, but that was all the time it took for my entire life to fall apart. I sat motionless on the edge of my bed, staring blankly at my phone as another notification lit up the screen with a buzz.Appointment Canceled, the subject line read.It was the third email today. The bride whose floral arrangements I had spent three weeks designing had decided to hire someone else. The gala I had been planning for two months had sent a polite note saying they were changing directions. Birthdays, anniversary parties, launches, every single client had backed out.No one wanted to work with the woman whose ruined wedding had become the country's favorite piece of trashy gossip.I tossed my phone onto the mattress and buried my face in my hands. "I didn't do anything wrong," I whispered into the quiet room.Across from my bed, my father's photograph sat on the bookshelf. His warm smile looked back at me from the frame. He had been a simple

Cleopatra's POVBy the time I walked into Walton Global the next morning, the air on the executive floor felt thick with tension. Employees fell silent as I walked past, their eyes darting to me with renewed suspicion.Claire met me near the elevator, her expression deeply troubled. "Mr. Walton wants to see you in his office immediately.""Is there an issue with today's schedule?" I asked, frowning."Just... go straight in, Cleo," she murmured.My chest tightened as I walked down the quiet hallway and knocked on Desmond’s door."Enter," his voice called out.Desmond was standing near the floor-to-ceiling windows, staring out at the city skyline. His posture was rigid, imposing. When he turned around, his gray eyes were unreadable."Close the door and sit down, Miss Sander," he said flatly.I closed the door but remained standing. "I'd rather stand. What's going on?"Desmond slid a thin black folder across his desk. "I need you to explain this."I walked forward, opened the folder, and

Desmond’s POVThe city always looked different from sixty floors above Silvercrest. Everything below appeared small enough to manage: people became moving dots, traffic became neat lines of light, and complex problems turned into predictable numbers on spreadsheets. That was how I preferred the world, simple, measurable, and controlled.Yet Cleopatra Sander had managed to shatter that illusion within a single week. After the incident, she had agreed to help me investigate the crimes she was accused of.Sitting across from me in my private office, she was surrounded by stacks of financial reports, encrypted ledgers, and three open laptops. "You missed something," she said suddenly, pulling me from my thoughts.I looked up from my screen, frowning. "What did I miss?"She pointed toward a transaction report on her screen. "This transfer right here. You saw the amount, but you completely missed the timing. The payment was made at 2:14 a.m., exactly three minutes after an internal security