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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

It couldn't be the same person. But my hands were shaking as I opened the article. And there, staring back at me from my phone screen, was a photo of my husband in an impeccably tailored suit, standing in what looked like a boardroom, every inch the powerful CEO. Christopher Zane, the article read, youngest billionaire CEO in New York, known for his ruthless business tactics and record-breaking deals. The phone slipped from my numb fingers onto the bed. My husband wasn't just hiding his wealth. He was one of the richest men in the entire city.

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.

I breathed out, slumping onto the edge of the bed with a soft thud. My shoulders drooped. The silence in the room only made me more aware of how unprepared I felt. Being married to a billionaire didn’t automatically mean you knew how to dress the part. There were expectations—silent, loud, and always hovering. I was supposed to look elegant, put-together… untouchable. But right now, I looked like someone who barely rolled out of bed in an old shirt that used to be white. I dragged my fingers through my hair and glanced at the mirror across the room. My reflection stared back—plain, unsure, and still trying to figure things out.

“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?”

The Billionaire Cheated Bride (Broken series book 2) by Diana Wolfe Elizabeth T. Sharma, a bastard of the rich and famous but bankrupt Carrington family was left with no other option but to marry one of the most wealthiest bachelor in America to save her late mother's foundation. She would never in a millions years imagine that her so called enemy turn fiancé would be a gorgeous mix blood with chiselled Greek feature and dimples to die for. Too bad his personality sucks.

They are: ~ Chasing his ~ Chasing Her ~ Billionaire's Surrogate ~ HIS ARRANGED WIFE ~ Dominant Husband: Her worth ~ BILLIONAIRES(now complete) ~ Love Pentagon ~ Dangerous Matrimony: The Innocent Devil BILLIONAIRES is my next book, and I hope you all like it! It'll be on daily updates, and will be free for a while. Synopsis: He is a billionaire, she is a billionaire. He is egoistic, she is egoistic.

"My grandfather's will required me to marry before turning thirty three or lose control of this company to my cousin. Elena's father owed a debt that threatened everything he'd built over a lifetime. We solved two problems with one signature, and neither of us expected it to become anything else at all." "And did it," Farah asked, leaning forward slightly. "Become something else, in your own words." I looked at Elena instead of the camera, watched her throat work around whatever she was about to say, and answered before she had to carry the weight of it alone in front of a stranger. "A year before the wedding, at a blackout charity gala, I met a woman in a green dress and a mask, and I spent

I held my ground and rolled my eyes. "Actually, no. I came to let you all know that I'm officially married." The room fell silent for a moment. Then, my dad, Richard Branson, stood up, his face a mix of incredulity and anger. "You're lying." "Am I?" I said, pulling out the marriage certificate and placing it on the table. "Here's the proof." Clara snatched the document, scanning it with her sharp eyes while my stepsister Sabrina peered over her shoulder. Sabrina's mouth twisted into a cruel smile. "Married already? That's rich. Who's the poor fool you managed to trap?"

It felt steady and real and it felt good which is not what I expected because Soren is a man I am supposed to be pretending to like. My cheeks burned even hotter. I could feel the warmth creeping down my neck, and I groaned quietly to myself. "Get it together, Talia." This was ridiculous. I hugged him because I was grateful. Anyone would have done the same after hearing they could finally see their little brother. That was all. He was still the same calculating billionaire who had me under contract. One unexpected moment of kindness didn't erase everything else. It didn't magically make this marriage real. ...Did it?