Novel & Cerita The Billionaire's Accidental Bride Audiobook

Betrayed on her birthday by the mate she trusted, Aria Winters watches her world crumble when Marcus publicly claims another woman for power. But when her father is framed and arrested, Aria discovers the betrayal runs deeper than heartbreak. Enter Dimitri Volkov: ruthless Lycan heir with vengeance in his eyes and a dangerous proposition. Marry him for one year, and he'll save her father and destroy her enemies. It's just a contract. Just business. Just revenge. Until his mark on her skin ignites a bond that shouldn't exist. When Marcus escapes custody with murder in his heart and ancient enemies emerge from the shadows, Aria's rare white wolf awakens, revealing she's Moon-blessed, chosen by the goddess herself. But destiny demands a price, and dark forces want her power. Dimitri will burn the world down to protect her. But can their contract marriage become something real before her past destroys their future? A forced marriage. A fated bond. A love worth fighting for.

“There’s something else, and I’m curious to know what it is.” His face inched closer to my neck, and he inhaled deeply. My grip on my purse tightened, my heart pounding against my chest as I fought the urge to whimper and curl into his chest. “There’s something about you that entrances me, but I can’t quite put my finger on it.” “If this is an attempt to coax me into accepting your proposal, you’re wasting your time. I will not marry you.” ~ ‘Alphas are heartless and egoistic creatures. They view us, omegas, as mere playthings for their twisted desires. You must never, under any circumstances, associate yourself with an alpha. It’s better to be dead than to cross paths with one.’ Those words were Arielle’s guiding principle in a ruthless world where Alphas dominated, Betas served, and Omegas—despite their intimate connection with the Alphas—were treated as nothing more than objects of desire. But when Alpha Raphael materializes out of thin air and offers her a substantial sum of money to be his contractual bride, Arielle is torn between holding onto her beliefs and sacrificing them to save her ailing mother. Arielle is left with no choice but to marry him, and although she is determined to harbor animosity towards her new spouse, there’s something about him that draws her in. However, when demonic creatures hellbent on destruction threaten her new life, will Arielle put her resentment towards Raphael aside and assist him? And what dark secret does her mother keep hidden that ensures the death of all her loved ones with each passing day?

"You'll be dead within a year," her uncle said, signing her life away with a stroke of his pen. "But at least you'll finally be useful." Ivy Rowan had always been invisible. Starved, beaten, and silenced by the family that stole her inheritance. When her uncle's debts catch up to him, she becomes the payment. He sold her to Dorian Vale, the billionaire mafia lord cursed to bury every woman he marries. Twelve brides. Twelve graves. All within a year. Dorian doesn't expect his thirteenth bride to last any longer. She's fragile, flinches at every sound. Her weakness annoys him. She never fights back and barely speaks. But then he notices something strange. She doesn't fear him. And that wakes something in him he thought was long dead. It turns out the curse isn't supernatural. It's murder. Someone is killing the brides. And the killer has already chosen their next victim. Dorian has never saved anyone. Ivy has never been worth saving. Will Dorian's cold heart thaw in time to save her? Or will Ivy become the final victim of his curse?

Eleanor Whitestone was bred for perfection, polished, poised, and promised to the man her father handpicked to secure their empire. But on her wedding day, everything shatters when she catches her fiancé in bed with her own sister. Humiliated and discarded, Eleanor’s world collapses in a single, brutal moment. Drowning in champagne and desperation, she makes a reckless choice: one night in the arms of Damian Laird, the city’s most ruthless billionaire CEO and her ex-fiancé’s sworn rival. She never expects the morning after to come with a proposition as shocking as her betrayal: marry him, carry his heir, and together they’ll destroy the people who broke her. Damian is cold, calculating, and devastatingly magnetic. He doesn’t believe in love but he does believe in revenge. And Eleanor is the perfect weapon…if she can survive the war they’re about to wage. But in a high stakes game of power and seduction, lines blur, and desire ignites into something neither of them saw coming. This time, Eleanor won’t be a pawn. She’ll be the queen and she’ll burn down anyone who tries to cage her again.

Valentina Moretti is the Don the Italian Mafia. Smart and formidable, surviving a male dominated environment, overcoming tremendous challenges. Trained from a young age to be a deadly assassin, she commands respect wherever she goes. She seemingly has everything, until her father decides to arrange her marriage. Luca Delgado is the head of the American Mafia. He is a ruthless and cold individual. He understands the rules of the game perfectly and will do anything to achieve victory, including breaking others without hesitation. Their forced marriage is a cruel twist of fate. Will these two ruthless individuals find comfort in one another, or will they end up destroying each other? "I don’t remember agreeing to play strip poker," she remarked. Her lips formed a slight frown, but her eyes sparkled with playfulness. She realized she couldn't outmatch me in this game. "Are you giving up? Are you a coward? " I taunted, aiming to provoke her. Her lips quivered before she pressed them firmly together. The richness of her eye color intensified as she offered a sly grin. She began shuffling cards and removed one of her sandals. Great. We’re taking the long route. She held it up, letting it dangle from her finger before casually tossing it aside. She raised an eyebrow at me, clearly challenging me. I was pleased to know I had touched a nerve. Just as I expected. BE AWARE: Trigger warnings: MATURE CONTENT 18+ (SMUT) SWEARING SELF HARM/SUICIDE (REFERENCES) LANGUAGE THAT IS UNAMBIGUOUS CURSING VIOLENCE, GUN VIOLENCE SELF-INFLICTED HARM /SUICIDE (REFERENCES) BLOOD, DECEASE, and GORE

"You are the reason why my mother died." "I will still stay by your side… no matter what happens." A heart insisted. "I don't want to see you anymore, I loathe you the most." "I once made your ice heart melt…I will do that again until you forgive me." Both hearts, played by destiny, started to fall and shattered because of one's misery. Will they be able to forgive? If their world was made to be against one another? "Even the moon isn't always perfect, but I will always choose to stare at you the whole night, just you, only you."

"I ran away on my wedding day..." I'm forced to pay for the sins of my father. An arranged marriage to the Mad Prince for the life of my father, the Mayor. Sometimes it amuses him to give me pleasure so intense I think I’ll die. He said I'm his property, to do as he pleases and he's the only one allowed to hurt me in a good way. So, he'll keep me locked up until the last day of my life. Luckily, help finally came but even help could not save me from Pietro Eppolito. PIETRO: I’ve been tagged a lot of things; Beast, Reaper, Killer, Monster, Psychopath, Murderer, Mad Prince, and several others. Sadly, the mayor’s daughter decides to make me a person of interest in her little journal. Now she’s on my radar and all I want to do is ruin her. Maybe that’s the only way I would spare her father, who happens to be my next prey.

“You fucking carry my name now, Bella. You're Mrs Bella Enzo Barine. You no more belong to Marino's.”, Enzo roared. “I'm not a piece of land or some property that you own, Enzo. I'm a human and I breathe. I'm married to you, not sold.” Bella spoke with tears in her eyes as the grip on her arm was getting harder which might leave a bruise later. I will not be dictated by a mandate to marry someone like Enzo De Luca, the sole heir of the Barone Clan. Despite his reputation for ruthlessness and his animosity towards the Marino’s, I refuse to be coerced into a marriage with a man I haven't seen in years. His grey eyes may have been my first love and my first heartbreak, but I will not allow him to break me. As the daughter of his greatest enemy, I am confident that I will not be bent to his will. The real question is not whether love can emerge from violence and hatred, but whether I will allow myself to be controlled in a perpetual struggle.

When my CEO girlfriend, Lana Piller, learned that I had given the design that took me half a year to complete to her first love, Aiden Connaught, for a competition, she, who had always been afraid of marriage and having children, suddenly agreed to marry me and have children with me. Aiden was pissed off and pretended to have a depressive episode; he picked up sulfuric acid, intending to ruin his own hands. Lana immediately panicked. Not only did she give him my position as the design director, but she also accompanied him to the Arctic to witness the aurora borealis and fulfill his dream. They ate and stayed together all the way, being inseparable. Three months later, Lana casually remarked, "Zac and I have been busy competing and seeking inspiration, unlike you, who has been slacking off at work. Your designs are entirely unoriginal! You’ve run out of ideas. That's why you're envious of his talent." Looking at Lana's increasingly prominent baby bump, I was not angry; I just smiled calmly and continued with the wedding preparations. Lana thought I was still in the dark, laughing and saying she had overcome her mental barrier and could not wait to give me a child. However, she had no idea that the wedding would take place as scheduled, but I had already chosen another bride.

I killed my mate on the same day my Alpha father put me up as a price for our pack’s werewolf power competition. It was a mistake. Borne by my defiance against the pack's law that a woman cannot reject a man, even if he's stuck his d**k in EVERY hole under a skirt available to him, else something tragic is going to happen. Because of that, I was stripped of my title as princess, degraded to a common slave and declared a surrogate to an alpha whose name is the only thing I know about him. Alpha Demorath of Blackwood pack. His name states exactly what he is. A demon alpha who is not just going to be my master – the one who my father strongly believes can TAME me – but also the father of my unborn child. But Demorath and I are like fire and poison, two elements that work so well together. Only if you consider our intentions.