Runaway Billionaire Becomes My Groom นิยาย & เรื่องราว

My mother had insisted on staying in Seattle until after the ceremony before flying to Switzerland, and seeing her in the front row weak but smiling, tears in her eyes almost broke me. This is for her, I reminded myself. Everything is for her. Then the music started, and everyone stood, and I walked down the aisle on my father's arm toward the man who would be my husband in a matter of minutes. Alexander stood at the altar in a perfectly tailored black tux, and when our eyes met, something passed between us. Understanding, maybe. Shared sacrifice. Or maybe just mutual acknowledgment of the insanity we were both agreeing to. He looked nervous, I realized. Alexander Knight, billionaire CEO who

He began to play the scenes in his mind: from the feeling she stirred in him that night he kissed her, to the fierceness in her eyes when she had accused him of stealing her work, to his mother's suspicions about her being pregnant by him and the conditional clause that he had to get married to take the helm of affairs at his father's hospital, back to Annabelle's mounting medical bills. He stopped in his tracks as the solution became evident. He'd solved the problem with the same concentration skill that made him a billionaire before thirty. A simple arrangement that would solve both their problems. His lips curved slightly. She would have the money she needed, and he would reclaim his fath

CHAPTER 1 It all came crashing down… Tonight, her boyfriend of eight long years had finally achieved his goal – to have his own company. With Serena’s guidance, Adrian had landed a deal worth twenty billion in investment, and this party was meant to celebrate it. But now, while she watched that same man go on his knees to propose to another woman, all that perfection had quickly fallen apart. Adrian is knelt in the center of the hall, a massive bouquet in one hand and a small velvet box in the other.

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.

Today was our wedding day. D-day, big day, or whatever term other people called it. In fact, it was supposed to be the happiest day of my life…our lives. And yet the groom-to-be was nowhere to be found. Little did I know he was on one knee in front of his supposedly dead ex-girlfriend when he should have been waiting for me at the altar as I walked down the aisle. Never I imagined that his haunted past would cause even the only thing we had to crumble before my eyes.

"Turns out your daughter isn't useless after all. Don't worry, I'll make sure Blair gets what she wants." ~~~~ Back in France, Candice sat at her apartment, staring at the news article in disbelief. The headline read, "Charles Barrett’s Son Returns Home from France." Below it was a picture of Mason, the man she had been dating for 6 months now, and is currently engaged to. A man she thought she knew. Her assistant, Mia, had shown her the article, and now Candice’s mind was spinning. Mason wasn’t just some ordinary guy, he was a billionaire, the heir to the Barrett fortune. How could he have kept this from her?

"Well, I thought you might get bored when I leave. And I hear pregnant women have cravings, so why not take a trip to the next city? Go get some ice cream, or shop for luxury cars. You could buy a penthouse, a restaurant, a spa—whatever you want. Just stay happy." He kissed me once more and then left, his sandalwood-scented cologne still lingering in the air as I stared at the money in disbelief. My parents had always been comfortable, but nothing like this. I was married to a billionaire now, and it felt surreal to think about spending his money.

He was obedient enough to not react or oppose what just happened. The preacher looked at us and nodded. “We are gathered today to celebrate the holy sacrament of marriage…” As the ceremony continued, I couldn’t help but reminisce about the realization I had in marrying Callan Ravij Chevalier—one of the infamous bachelors in the country because of his reputation as the first and only son of the ravij organization’s mafia boss. Being married to a billionaire mafia has its privileges but it also has grave consequences. Fate led me to Callan but it didn’t happen out of luck or one fortunate moment. I had to fight for my life, my safety, and my place until I earned my right by his side.

They were going to leave, but the Mayor had something else he wanted to talk about. "Congratulations on your marriage. I see you have found a diamond in another place as well." The Mayor looked at Spencer, who was dressed in a dark green velvet gown, decorated with golden flower embroidery. Her shiny raven-colored hair flowed down to her waist . The Mayor watched her with much admiration. He found her more beautiful than his own wife and that made him jealous of Kristof. Even more, than he already was. He was the Mayor! However, Kristof was wealthier, more powerful, and had a better-looking lover.

Laura, grateful for my words, smiled weakly while Susie let out a sound of displeasure and stormed off a few steps ahead of us. Sorry babe, I almost called out but held my tongue. I would make it up to her later. "It's just... When we moved to Vegas, all everyone could talk about was the new Mrs Lowell. How she rose from shame to fame. And had nothing before she scored the richest man in Vegas." Laura explained and I smiled. Of course, people thought that about me. No one knew it was a bloody contract that I had been conned into by my very own fiancee. The man whom I was going to marry! He sold me to the Lowells and went on his merry way like some fucking philistine.