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It had been years since I had set foot in this city, and I couldn't help but feel a pang of nostalgia mixed with excitement. I was here with a purpose, and it was all thanks to Cullen, my new billionaire husband. Sure, our marriage was a contract, but it allowed me to experience a life of luxury that I never thought was possible. I couldn't complain, especially since I was never going to be broke again. But as we approached the city, I couldn't help but think about Drew. Why was he in my head? Why couldn't I stop thinking about him?? Lost in my thoughts, I barely noticed when the driver announced our arrival at our destination. I stepped out of the car and took a long look at the most expens

“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.”

“Owns multiple companies in LA and abroad. Real estate, tech, you name it. He’s got his fingers in a lot of pies. But here’s the kicker, he’s not married. No kids, no family to speak of. Just this one woman he meets up with on weekends. Keeps her under wraps, but I managed to dig up a few photos.” My stomach dropped as I flipped through the photos. There she was, Bridget. Her face stared back at me from the glossy prints, her smile as radiant as I remembered. But she wasn’t smiling at me anymore. She was smiling at him. Smith. The man who had taken her from me, who was standing as a roadblock to my happiness and progress. A surge of anger boiled inside me, hot and uncontrollable. My hands tr

𝗡𝗲𝘄 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗹𝗱. 𝗔𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗽𝗼𝗶𝗻𝘁 𝗶𝗻 𝗕𝗵𝗲𝗺𝘇𝗹𝘆 𝗔𝗰𝘀𝗼𝗻'𝘀 𝗹𝗶𝗳𝗲, 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝗱 𝗻𝗼 𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗶𝗰𝗲. 𝗦𝗵𝗲 𝗮𝗰𝗰𝗲𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗠𝗿. 𝗝𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝗗𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝗮'𝘀 � ��𝗳𝗳𝗲𝗿—𝗮𝗻 𝗼𝗳𝗳𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘀𝗲𝗲𝗺𝗲𝗱 𝗽𝗼𝗶𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗲𝗲𝗿 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗮𝗹𝘀𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗱𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗻𝘆.

The day had started like any other room service trays, the smell of chamomile tea but the TV altered everything. BREAKING NEWS FROM MANILA," the voice of the reporter announced in clean English across the flicker of monitors. "A confidential family source has exposed stunning accusations that Charles Billion, the billionaire heir, and academic Fiona Generys married after a contractual agreement one made in return for the medical care of Generys' daughter.".

Frederick brow narrowed, “What do you mean she is no longer my wife? Camille tell him aren't we married?” Camille looked at him in disgust. “What nonsense are you saying?” A man ran into a room where Cassie was having pleasure with an unknown man. The man came closer and whispered into her ear. Cassie hold on the sheet tightened, “What has that fool done?” She grunted coming down naked hurriedly putting on her clothes. She threw a bundle of cash to the unknown man who caught it instantly and left the room.

He did not seem to mind, his attention focused on the guests, his charm and charisma on full display. Although he was on the wheelchair, it felt like he was up and standing with the way he carried himself. As the night wore on, Adriel's smile began to falter, his eyes clouding with a different kind of expression. Emma noticed, her gaze flicking to his legs, hidden beneath the tablecloth. She knew the new said he was crippled, his legs paralyzed from the waist down. A tragic accident, the media outlet had said. The music slowed, and Adriel's eyes locked on hers, his gaze intense. Emma's heart raced, her palms growing sweaty. He extended his hand, his smile twisted. "Shall we dance, my bride?"

“You can sleep on the bed. I’ll use the couch.” Ariana blinked slightly. “You don’t have to.” “I know.” Then he sat down and opened his laptop, clearly ending the conversation. Ariana slowly walked toward the bed. Everything felt unreal. Three days ago, she was begging doctors to save her brother. Now she was inside a billionaire’s mansion married to the coldest man she had ever met. She carefully sat down while staring at the massive room. Then her phone suddenly vibrated. It was the hospital. Ariana answered immediately. “H-Hello?”

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.

Julian read the headline: "EXCLUSIVE: THE BLACKOUT WEDDING. Sources confirm billionaire Adrian Whitmore and Arabella Ashford were officially married two days ago in an ultra-private, highly secured location in the Hudson Valley, completely outsmarting high-society observers. The new Madame Whitmore is reportedly resting comfortably at an undisclosed honeymoon estate." The phone in Julian Vance’s hand felt suddenly hot and heavy as the bold text of the headline flashed like a physical blow. ...completely outsmarting high-society observers. The new Madame Whitmore is reportedly resting comfortably at an undisclosed honeymoon estate.