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Is this man following me around without my knowledge, and why is he doing so? He snapped his finger, causing me to return to reality and look at him. "What does it mean to you, Mr. Miller? It makes no difference if I want to escape my unhappy life, and you are not required to be concerned about someone like me." "Yes, you are entirely correct. However, you're the most incredible woman I've met, and I want to help you, so it's either that or being my wife?" He stated this. I have two alternatives. I have two options from which to choose. Marcus is well-known; he is the city's top billionaire and the wealthiest of the wealthiest.

I wasn’t afraid of his anger; I was afraid of what would happen to me if I kept letting him pull me deeper into this glittering prison he called marriage. The gown fittings were the worst. Silk, lace, pearls—every fragile detail sewn carefully by trembling hands. I stood on the pedestal, staring into the mirror at the stranger who looked back. She was elegant, flawless, her body shaped by satin and boning. She was not Isabella Reyes. She was a doll, a bride-for-display, a promise wrapped in silk to appease a billionaire’s pride. Alexander made sure to attend each fitting. He would arrive without warning, the click of his shoes echoing through the studio like a drumbeat of doom.

Evelyn was still standing in front of Liam, waiting for an answer. Mrs Steele, and the redt had gone outside, leaving the two to themselves. The hallway outside the bridal suite buzzed with muffled laughter, the clinking of glasses, the distant swell of violins warming up for the ceremony. It all sounded unreal. Like it belonged to someone else’s life. Standing here in a dress that suddenly felt too tight across her ribs. Liam loosened his tie with one finger, then dragged a hand through his hair, disarranging the careful styling his best man had spent twenty minutes fixing. His gaze kept sliding past her shoulder, toward the window, toward anything that wasn’t her eyes.

The headline made my blood run cold. "Christopher Zane's Secret First Marriage Revealed: Billionaire's Past Hidden from Current Wife." My hands went numb as I took the phone from Claire, scrolling through the article with growing horror. According to the piece, Christopher had been married before, years ago, to a woman named Katherine Morrison. The marriage had lasted less than a year before ending in what was described as a "bitter and costly divorce." There were photos—grainy but unmistakable—of a younger Christopher signing what appeared to be legal documents, a beautiful dark-haired woman beside him.

“Chin up. These women can smell uncertainty. And try not to mention that little family of yours.” The next hour blurred into a series of handshakes and careful conversations. I met Mrs. Lydia Kensington, whose husband ran a pharmaceutical empire, and listened as she droned on about her latest wellness retreat in Switzerland. “You must join me next time, Sarah. It does wonders for the complexion, and the disposition. New brides often find the transition... taxing.” “I’m managing,” I said, accepting a flute of champagne from a passing waiter. The bubbles tickled my nose, but the alcohol felt necessary.

Her mother advised. “You will be a wife to such a young millionaire.” Her siblings said to her and so as not to become the black sheep of the family, she agreed; at least she was silent through it all and the silence was counted as an approval and the marriage was planned. The marriage was a large society wedding and none of the about to be couple have a say in the way the marriage ceremony was planned. It was a dream come true for the family. The khitbah was not properly done, none of the young couple have any questions for themselves and those they didn’t see each other. They are children to family friends and both are from a good home, that was all.

Frederick brow narrowed, “What do you mean she is no longer my wife? Camille tell him aren't we married?” Camille looked at him in disgust. “What nonsense are you saying?” A man ran into a room where Cassie was having pleasure with an unknown man. The man came closer and whispered into her ear. Cassie hold on the sheet tightened, “What has that fool done?” She grunted coming down naked hurriedly putting on her clothes. She threw a bundle of cash to the unknown man who caught it instantly and left the room.

“You must be so happy to have Smith. He is a billionaire, you know…” I got interested right away. I didn't like this arranged marriage of a thing but I didn't want Emily to meet me like that. I had to prove to her that I was happy even when I wasn't. “Yeah,” I smiled at her. “He is a billionaire and of course, I have to be excited.” Emily began to laugh. I didn't know why she was joking again here. I simply watched her as she unfolded her full package of jealousy.

"My lawyer will draft the contract tonight. I expect you to sign it tomorrow morning without any complaints." "I won't complain," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "Thank you, Mr. Reed." "Lucien," he corrected, not looking back as he turned and walked down the hallway. "Get used to saying it." I watched his retreating figure, still trying to process the absolute insanity of what had just happened. I was going to marry Lucien Reed. The city’s most eligible, ruthless billionaire. It felt like a fever dream, but the cold sweat on my palms and the sudden lack of panic in my gut reminded me it was very real.

Billionaire's Little Bride EPISODE FIVE •~• " I said when are you taking your hangover soup?, It's getting cold "Maynard repeated in a bit stern voice and I woke up from my reverie. Wait.., what did I just think about? Him kissing me and taking me to bed??? Geez!, That's too far. " I'm so sorry, I will take it now "I mumbled and and he nodded. " I got you a dress, Put it on and meet me outside, We are taking the day off, I need to take you somewhere "He mumbled and I nodded.