Runaway Billionaire Becomes My Groom Cast นิยาย & เรื่องราว

It was supposed to be a formality, a business deal—no different than the countless meetings, the contracts her father signed with a cold handshake. Yet, as she looked into the stormy eyes of the man standing across from her, her heart betrayed her. Sebastian Blackwell, the enigmatic billionaire who had arranged this marriage, towered before her like a silent force of nature. His jaw was clenched, his expression unreadable, but there was a dark intensity in his gaze. He wasn’t smiling, wasn’t even pretending to be happy. No, Sebastian didn’t believe in pretending. And neither did she. “I do.” The words left her lips, but they barely carried over the heavy silence that enveloped the room.

Regarding Savannah again, she assured her, “We are not active in that way. I honestly just came because I could not sleep. He is just joking about the condom.” Savannah chuckled again, but Charlie could tell it was a troubled laugh. “Well, in any case, what’s the worst thing that could happen?” “Exactly, Mom. I can already read the headlines,” Taylor gestured with his hands. “NEWS FLASH: Governor’s grandson, a devastatingly handsome, charismatic, smart, and promising athlete, gets his gorgeous billionaire girlfriend pregnant. The Kings and the Carringtons are forced to unite their families. A scandal erupts as high society speculates on the future of the power couple. Wedding bells ring soon

She copied my haircut and now I know why she cut her hair a day before her wedding. I wear a simple dress, just enough to show them I am a girl - the bride of the trillionaire ruthless ceo. Alessandro did not hesitate as he placed his hand at my back, guiding me forward with a steady pressure that made it clear I was not separate from him. “This is my wife,” he said. There was no hesitation in his voice. No doubt. One of the board members leaned forward slightly. “That was a sudden decision.” “I do not delay decisions,” Alessandro replied.

I gave him a single nod. "Accepted," Dominic said. "As presented." Sandra made a note. Mara didn't visibly react but I saw her shoulders drop slightly, just a fraction, the way they did when she released tension she had been holding for too long. I had forgotten I knew her body language that well. The remembering was uncomfortable. We signed the preliminary agreement. The wedding was scheduled for four days later. Civil ceremony, no guests, a courthouse on the quieter side of the city. Mara's conditions had included keeping it small and I had no objection to that.

It seems this misunderstanding would persist if she did not make things clear. "First of all, I didn't even know that he's a runaway groom. We were just neighbors in the past, and we've never met or been in touch since he moved abroad. You can even verify that. In fact, we were only reunited by chance because I needed plastic surgery, and he happened to be the surgeon arranged by a friend. We barely met that many times even then." Lara certainly never found evidence that Seth was in contact with Irene before returning to the country.

Liam said, turning her over, being upon her and lowering her panties with his teeth, "the ruthless billionaire got married to a clueless girl, who now, he cannot help but worship." He ripped her panties with his hands and his head was lost between her legs. His tongue met her skin. There was a spark of goodness, then the electrifying sensations began. "You haven't agreed yet!" Elena cried, twisting, but he held her down, laughing into her. Finally exhausted with pleasure, Elena threw her head back and calmed down, the tears in her eyes. One name on her lips. Liam Hemsworth. Her ruthless billionaire boss, now turned husband. The end.

I was swung around in a hug and given ten minutes to be kissed by him. He whispered, "We're going to meet tomorrow," in a grim look. “Tomorrow,” I whispered back. Yet, as expected, the situation was not perfect. By morning, the world was already in flames. The headlines hit first. “Billionaire Damian Cole Engaged? Who's the Mystery Woman?”. Does the term "Runaway Bride" refer to a career con artist? Or not? Damian's fiancee' story is brought to light. Photos of me. Of Dylan. Of my past.

“Wouldn’t what? Get caught up in something over his head? Because that is exactly what has occurred from where I am standing. Leila swallowed hard. Tunde had always been smart, but he was also young, ambitious, and sometimes reckless. If he had gotten mixed up with the wrong people… No. She wouldn’t let him go down for this. She forced herself to meet Adrian’s gaze. “What do you want?” Adrian leaned back against the bar, considering her. Then he said, casually—too casually— “Marry me.” Leila looked up. “What?” His smirk didn’t waver. "Wedding me." Laughter bubbled up in her chest, sharp and incredulous. “That’s the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard.”