The Unwanted Bride: Claimed By The Billionaire นิยาย & เรื่องราว

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.

He taunted. Her eye brows furrowed why didn’t she recognize this annoying side of him last night? Right! She was too drunk…but did she drink that much? She sighed. “I…I want to go home.” She finally said. “yes-you will-of course, I’m not some kind of kidnapper…but I do have a proposal for you.” He continued. She raised her eyebrows and chuckled lightly. “And what kind of proposal will an influential person like you want from a girl like me?” “Marriage.”

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.

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.

It can happen. Since Sarah's childhood, she grew up between lavishness. Her father has given her everything she ever wanted even though her wants were always really small. She definitely won't agree to marry a driver, leaving her life of luxury. That's why she denied having any function for the wedding. Whatever happens today, everything is going to be beneficial for her.

I couldn't do anything. I sigh and raise my white transparent veil attached to my bridal hair down. I stand up gently. I can hear Panela's voice already from the living room. There was no car to take me to the church so she volunteered to go bring her father's Range Rover so she could drive mom and me to the church where my groom will be waiting for me already. Now that she is here, it is time to go and become the billionaire's unwanted bride. **** Aidan's POV It is done already, I have a wife now but she is just a wife on paper. It is our wedding night but it doesn't feel special like every other people's wedding night.

“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

“Sophia just dropped a bomb. It’s everywhere.” My stomach dropped. I grabbed my own phone and opened the browser. The headline hit me like ice water. “Wrong Bride Scandal: Sophia Harrington Claims Twin Sister Stole Billionaire Alexander Voss at the Altar” There were screenshots. Voice recordings. Even a short video of Sophia crying in front of cameras saying, “Emma took my place. She stole my husband. This marriage is a complete fraud.” Comments flooded in instantly. Thousands. Gold digger. Fake marriage. Poor Alexander.

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.