The Billionaire's Accidental Bride Episode 1 นิยาย & เรื่องราว

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

he murmured, his gaze sweeping over my face as if looking for signs of rebellion. I pressed the pen down, the dark ink bleeding into the pristine paper. The moment the loop of the 'd' was complete, a sudden, horrifying thought struck me: I was married to him. Not in love, not in truth, but legally bound to the one man who could ruin me simply by remembering my face. I slid the contract back to him. Julian didn't even look at it. He picked up his phone, his granite eyes already moving to the next task. "The transfer for the ten million dollars is initiated. My legal team will handle your family's creditors. You will move into the penthouse tonight."

It was completely empty except for a single bed, a nightstand and a dresser, with a small table and a chair by the window. The man had more than enough money, and was rumored to have billions, yet he brought me here? I wasn’t even surprised. Clutching my arms tightly, I pressed my lips together, before sitting on the bed, still wearing my white wedding dress. I stared at the floor and hugged my arms around myself, letting the reality of my situation slowly settle into a mold in my head. This was never the kind of life I wanted for myself.

She'd been there through every heartbreak, every bad decision, every late-night crisis. "He recognized me," I said finally. "From years ago. From a hospital. We met when we were teenagers." There was a pause so long I checked to see if the call had dropped. "I'm sorry," Maya said slowly, "you're telling me that your billionaire husband, whom you married on a blind date, turns out to be a long-lost childhood connection? That's not a plot twist, Elena. That's a whole new genre." "I know," I said, laughing despite myself. "It's insane. I'm aware."

Let him snap the metal around my skin. I looked at Alexander one last time. He was crying. The great Alexander Knight, billionaire CEO, the man who controlled boardrooms and made million-dollar deals to his will, was crying. For me. "I'm sorry," I whispered. Sorry for the marriage. Sorry for the lies. Sorry for believing this could work. Sorry for falling in love with him Morrison's hand closed around my elbow, guiding me away. Away from Alexander's desperate reaching hands. The police station came back into focus. Noise rushing in like a tidal wave.

She read it. She stood in the doorway of the kitchen in the grey sweater and she read the headline and she felt the specific quality of something you have been managing against for thirty-seven days arriving anyway, arriving in the specific form you had imagined in the dark at three and four and five in the morning, arriving not as the feared possibility but as the accomplished fact. BILLIONAIRE FOOLED: BRIDE SWAP SCANDAL. Her face. Victoria's face. Side by side. Someone had done the work.

"But that one in the middle. That's Kelvin Conner." The name didn't mean anything to me. She must have seen the confusion on my face because she grabbed my shoulders. "Kelvin Conner," she repeated. "The billionaire. He owns half the buildings in this city. He's on the news all the time. He's literally the richest man in New York." I looked back at the group to try to see which one she meant. The man in the middle was tall with brown hair combed to the side, gray eyes that looked at the club like he owned it. I guess he probably could buy it if he wanted to.

“Or maybe you were just cheaper than I thought.” I tried to stand up, anger flaring, but the billionaire put a hand on my shoulder, pushing me back down. “What are you trying to do?” he asked his wife, voice tight. She clapped her hands once. “Come in. Come in.” The door opened. Several staff members entered carrying a large silver tray covered with a black cloth. They placed it on the table and left without a word. The billionaire frowned. “What’s this?” The wife walked over, lifted the cloth with a flourish. “Ta-da! Surprise!”