The Unwanted Bride: Claimed By The Billionaire นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Especially him. Damian Blackwood. The man I am supposed to marry. A billionaire whose name made tycoons tremble. Cold, ruthless, untouchable. I had seen the way he looked at me during our brief engagement meetings—like I was just another piece of asset, another acquisition. And I refuse to be bought. The curtains lifted. Applause rolled through the crowd. One by one, we glided onto the stage, gowns shimmering under the lights. Each of us masked, each mysterious, each promised to the highest bidder for the sake of “charity.” My turn came all too soon. My heels clicking like gunshots against the polished floor.

“You need to get married. And fast.” “To who, Damian?!” I snapped, the absurdity of the situation pushing me over the edge. “To me, or anybody else.” he said, his voice steady yet filled with an intensity that made my stomach drop. “What?” “If we get married,” Damian continued, “it’ll trigger the clause. Nicholas will lose his power, and you’ll have complete control over Monroe Corporation.” I stepped back, shaking my head. “You can’t be serious. Damian, you expect me to believe you’d defy your father like this? That you’d go against everything for me?”

She forced herself to scroll through the social media posts, each caption more infuriating than the last. “A Love Story for the Ages—Theodore Thatcher Marries Nadia Rostova in an Intimate Ceremony” “The Business World’s Most Eligible Bachelor is Officially Off the Market” “Meet Mrs. Thatcher—The Stunning Bride Who Captured the Billionaire’s Heart” Sheena’s jaw clenched so hard it hurt. Captured his heart? Bullshit. This was a game. A twisted, unfair game. Without wasting another second, she pressed the call button. The phone rang once. Twice.

That woman. I took a deep breath, steeling myself as I gathered up a few papers and tossed them into the recycling bin. Sarah could care less about tidiness—she was all about appearances, lost in her own world of drama. But Cassie? She craved attention, basking in the belief that she had every right to invade my space. My blood boiled as I folded a stray sweater, my mind racing with emotions I refused to suppress any longer. Cassie. My husband’s mistress.

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.

I pointed out curiously. "Bridget has been going nuts lately, I heard she has been trying to dispose your properties illegally but I stopped her, so it doesn't matter anymore and also she contradicted herself, she said your husband is after your money which is very impossible because from my research, you husband is a billionaire and he doesn't need your money and also, I don't see you as someone that will go to that length." I am glad that he doesn't believe her but he is wrong about me, I am that girl. I was really desperate to make sure that Bridget didn't end up with the inheritance and I agreed to a contract marriage, I am just lucky that we ended up falling in love.

Third Book in the Billionaire Series. My Marriage is a Contract. Messed with my Arrogant Boss. The Billionaire’s Hidden Legacy "I don’t want to work for you. What if I refuse?" She asked and Lucas chuckled. "That, my dear, is not an option," Lucas replied as he dropped a pen on the file. "Sign it, or you can say goodbye to ever working,” he reminded her. Kiandra Aidan's life gets turned upside down when she gets drugged and has a one-night stand with a handsome stranger who turns out to be none other than a dangerous billionaire, Lucas Valencia and gets pregnant with his child.

Dante wished he could excuse himself too, if only for a moment, but unlike Sophie Gonzales, he didn't have the luxury of getting what he wanted or having things always go his way. If he had, he would sure as hell be home by now, enjoying a cool evening In the garden with some good whiskey or at least, trying to get some work done, instead of sitting here, playing the happy groom. Although to be honest, he very much doubted that he would be getting any rest, Seeing as he would probably be working with Alberto, their PR manager, on how best to curb a wild spread of a scandal involving a runaway groom, a jilted bride, and some very angry inlaws.

She asked in total confusion. "You are only good at organising events, my friend. Because I have started thinking that business is not your thing." Mary said with a sigh. "Ouch! That's insulting!" Sarah scoffed at her. "But that's the truth." Mary said and rolled her eyes at her. "Whatever, there can be many situations like the boy is being pressured from family for marriage but he doesn't want a regular wife. So, he offers a deal to a perfect candidate who can act well in front of everyone but can put distance between her and the boy. They sign a contract for the deal. Or sometimes the boy needs an heir but he doesn't want a wife so he again finds a perfect candidate to offer a deal which s

Her words seared through me, every syllable a dagger to my chest. “Who… who am I getting married to?” I asked at last, my voice barely more than a whisper. My chest felt heavy, each word dragged out of me like it weighed a thousand pounds. I looked at Claudia with pleading eyes, though I already knew mercy was something she would never give. “Adrian Blackwood,” she said at last, her tone dripping with mockery. “A poor nobody. No family name, no wealth, no future. Just the kind of man fit for you.” You should be happy he married you with your debt.