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"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?

Then she faced a camera properly, "Oh, Emily, just don't take what's not yours next time, okay? You denied your beloved sister the chance to live a perfect life with her true love, you also framed my brother into marrying you because he was a gold mine and you were ....a digger!" "What the f**k are you even talking about?" Emily said calmly. She already swallowed a lot of shit inside before coming out to break at this one anyways. She justed wanted to get going but a bunch of desperate camera men kept obstructing her view and space, she almost stumbled once. One of the female reporters dashed a microphone at her mouth. "Mrs, Sorry ...Ms Truce Did you marry Mr Ben for his wealth, is it true?

Amara slowly turned to Alexander. “Is that true?” Alexander didn’t answer. But the storm in his eyes told her everything. And suddenly, Amara realized something terrifying. Alexander wasn’t just hiding pain from his past. He might be hiding a mystery. One that someone was now trying to uncover. Dear Readers,😊 Thank you so much for reading The Billionaire’s Accidental Bride. Your support truly means a lot to me. I hope you are enjoying Amara and Alexander’s journey as much as I enjoy writing it.

“Babies are blessings, yes. But only for the rich, Ava. For people like us... it’s complicated.” She didn’t argue, just nodded again, understanding the weight of my words. “Exactly. But where is the man, Emma? The one you slept with that night?” she asked, and her question felt like a dagger, sharp and painful, but necessary. “I told him never to see me again, I already cut all ties with him, because I only met him once and he gave me a lot of money” I said, swallowing hard. “And he’s married.” “Oh, married? That's too deep and bothersome” she said, her eyebrow raising slightly. It wasn’t judgmental, just curious, like she was piecing together a puzzle she hadn’t been able to solve.

“To Emma Davis-Blake… may her fall be louder than her rise.” I didn’t raise mine. I didn’t need to. Because in my mind, I’d already started writing the headline. Billionaire’s Wife: What Is Emma Hiding? Only, we had no idea what she truly was hiding. And how the moment that truth came to light— Everything we planned would fall apart. Because some rises can’t be undone. And some women? They were born for fire.

I would never forgive him for pushing me into this marriage with that infamously wealthy billionaire, running the most cruel cartels of Mexico. I, Emily Arquette, the supposed heiress of the Arquette legacy… My whole life fell apart in a heartbeat. My father’s “noble” businessman reputation turned out to be a lie; the price of our wealth was my freedom. I never imagined I would walk down the aisle, dressed in a white gown, about to marry a man I have never even met.

"This's Emma's history. Emma arrived in this city with Crystal and married Mr. Aaron Miller within a few months. Before that, she lived in V City. She got involved with a wealthy man. She got pregnant and gave birth to Crystal. But the man denied marrying her because he was already married. So she moved to Zavion city to trap another wealthy man. Unfortunately Mr. Aaron Miller fell into her trap." Heavy silence fell in the room. The reporters looked at each other, shocked. "Emma and Crystal are opportunist women who lure wealthy men into becoming their wives. Their main goal is to become wealthy. These people are dangerous. God knows how many families they have broken. I spent a lot of time

“You’re maybe thirty-one at most, and you’re one of the most handsome and charming bachelors in the country. You’re a long way from ancient.” “You think I’m handsome and charming?” Now he was getting somewhere. She rolled her eyes and smirked. “I’m not the only one.” “But you’re the only one I’m asking to marry me. I’ve made my billions. Now, I want to make a family.” Her eyes widened and she edged back, pulling her hand away in the process. “Easy, tiger. You just jumped from marriage to babies in sixty seconds flat. Don’t you think we should take some time to talk this through?”

He let out a sigh as his window winds up so did Abels as they drove off. I heave a sigh, letting out a deep breath. I should probably think of moving since he knows where I live, next time he's going to show up in my front door. You might be wondering who that is, that's Emmette Nash, one of the most influential billionaire in Springville. He moved here Four years ago and since the beginning of the year he's been trying to get me to tutor his Four year old daughter Emery. Some people say his wife is a secret heiress and that he killed her and built up his wealth using her corpse.

Because despite everything happening with Damian—the romance, the warmth, the small moments that felt almost like belonging—I knew my story was built on a secret that could destroy everything. “I know that feeling,” I murmured. “The fear of not being enough.” Mandy snorted. “Vivian, you’re literally a whole package. You’ve got a job, brains, looks—stop lying to this girl.” I smiled weakly. “Maybe. Maybe not. But the point is—we’ve all felt that way before.” Favour wiped her eyes again. “Even you? You’re married to a billionaire CEO.” The words hit me harder than expected.