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Half an hour later, I was in the backseat of a black sedan, clutching my bouquet so hard some petals had bent beneath my fingers. The city blurred outside the window. This was really happening. I was really being taken to marry Adrian Lancaster. The Adrian Lancaster. The billionaire heir with the ruthless reputation, the cold face in business magazines, the man Sienna had once called too dangerous to love. The courthouse ceremony passed like a fever dream. Just a private room with a single civil official. My father's voice did most of the talking while my mother just stood one side, staring at her nails like this was none of her concern.

After that, he kissed the back of my hand. I was startled by his sudden action. "Oh, I feel fine. After all, this day is going to end," I replied. He gently placed my hand back on my lap, and he lowered his face to mine. "I can't believe you're my wife now, Myrtle," he said and plastered a genuine grin. I can see that he is definitely happy. "I can't believe it either. I'm married to a very haughty billionaire," I responded and smirked at him.

This was my mother, she didn't care about anything that had nothing to with my elder sister and younger brother. "I'm doing great and I love being married to my billionaire husband because I can get whatever I - don't give me that shit, mother! You can't just call me for no reason!" I spat out. If only she could see how mad I was. She exhaled, I could tell she rolled her eyes. "I'm glad you still have an amount of dignity left to marry a billionaire because I'm sure that is going to come in handy." My eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "What do you mean? Can you just stop cutting through cor-"

Ashley exclaimed, her eyes wide with amazement. Ian, despite being a billionaire, couldn't help but be impressed by the sheer unpredictability of the night. Ashley, beaming with joy, turned to him. "I told you, Ian! Sometimes, it's not about the money; it's about the thrill and the unexpected wins!" He couldn't help but smile, acknowledging the truth in her words. The casino adventure, initially met with protest, had turned into a night filled with excitement and a touch of serendipity. As they cashed out their winnings, Ashley gave Ian a triumphant look.

I asked amidst laughter. “Hey, get your facts right. That is my place.” “I am his wife, not you,” I shook my head. Emerald scoffed and swept her hair to the back. She looked pissed and like she had a lot in mind to do to me. “I was betrothed to me. That accident caused this shit!” “The moment I married him, he became mine,” I said. “Hey, are you crazy?!” My father yelled. “Does this make sense to you?!” I retorted.

Fuck I feel like beating someone up. Sherry: (Send a laughing emoji) Let's chat later. Tara: Sure, tomorrow is the press conference, so you should be prepared. Sherry smiled a little and exited their chat. She logged into her social media. She doesn't have to look for news, the first headline she saw was news about her. She clicked on it and read the first line. "HEARTLESS DAUGHTER ABANDONED HER BLOOD FATHER AFTER GETTING MARRIED RICH"

She did not respond to the text last night, because she had been too tired and so had fallen asleep; the perfect excuse and knowing Christopher, he would buy her excuses without thinking twice, but the only problem was that he had refused to fall in love with her. Aimee attempted to drop her phone, but she heard the beeping sounds of notifications, and then made the mistake of checking it out; it was the internet going wild with stories of the latest couple in Mexico City, Christopher Bridger, billionaire heir to Bridger Empire, one of the biggest and most successful empires in the city, and his stunning wife, Ashley Grander.

“Let me help you" I pleaded, my hands gripping her tightly. "Fine. If you're so bent on solving my problems, you can marry me then" the lady snapped in frustration, forcing the engagement ring on my fingers. "Let's go get our marriage certificate then" I urged with a knowing smile. ....... Behind the spotlight, Luisa's life is a complexity of lies and scandals. Haunted by the tragic drowning of her sister, which she blames herself for, she built walls around her heart. Her carefully constructed walls begin to crumble when a compromising video threatening to expose the death of her sister surfaces. As the past and present collide, Luisa has to confront her demons and face the lies that she's