The Unwanted Bride: Claimed By The Billionaire Novels & Stories

Margaux’s POV. Beatrix! Beatrix! Her name sounded familiar but I couldn’t remember where I heard it! Clyde left last night without even glancing at me. I was left alone in this lonely penthouse his grandparents gave me. I had to go to the hospital but I didn’t even have the energy. “My wedding got cancelled, the father of my child doesn’t want us in his life…how worse could it be?” I sarcastically told myself. Soon, I realized my tears were flowing endlessly.

Why do I keep letting them break me? But even as I asked myself that question, a small, quiet part of me was starting to wake up. A part that was tired of being humiliated. Tired of being the wrong sister. Tired of being unwanted. I didn’t know what I was going to do yet. But something inside me was changing. And it scared me. Because for the first time, I was starting to imagine a life where I wasn’t Adrian Laurent’s unwanted bride.

He tried to straighten his shoulders and attempted to stand up but Alex pushed him back down on the chair. "But you see Noah, my daughter Serena is very important to me. And she made a request that I can't refuse. She wants you to be hers. And I am going to give her what she wants. You. So get ready for your wedding son and don't worry about the costs. I'll cover everything. Noah stood up abruptly. This is absurd. He doesn't have to listen to some businessman and his daughter! This is the 21st century. Who does he think he is!

"Do you understand why you're here?" "No, actually. Your officers mentioned fraud and coercion, but I haven't done anything illegal." "That remains to be seen." She pulled out a document, my marriage contract. "Explain this." My stomach churned. "It's a marriage contract. Where did you get that?" "Answer the question, please." "It's exactly what it looks like. Alexander and I entered into a contractual marriage arrangement." "For money." "Yes. Three million dollars over two years, plus medical expenses for my mother."

The place where Clara had left her letter. Elena's heart began racing. “Then we need to go back.” Adrian nodded. “Now.” But as they turned toward the door, Alexander caught his son's arm. “Wait.” Adrian looked at him. “What?” Alexander's expression was grave. “If you go to Rosewood, you must be prepared to discover something that could destroy your marriage.” Elena felt a cold chill. “What does that mean?” Alexander looked at her. “Because the original beneficiary wasn't just hidden from the world.”

User 234: “Oh my! This is absolutely crazy. I just heard from my friend who is working in the Triple Union company that the company has gone bankrupt, and now, I saw this CCTV footage. So, Alexa Lincoln and Nicholas Wilson were the ones who caused the Diamond V company to go bankrupt before it was miraculously saved out of the blue?” BeautyQueen: “Exactly, this is crazy, @User 234! I also heard from my friend that the T&N company is going bankrupt. Serves them right for attacking our Zillionaire Bachelor’s wife’s company. But come to think of it, who knew that Nicholas was once chairman Vanessa’s fiancè? How come I'm only hearing about that today? And how dare Alexa snatch chairman Vanessa’s

The man I loved was now the most hunted man in the world, and I was the woman who had helped him burn his empire to the ground. But as he looked at me, a slow, dangerous smirk spread across his lips. "He thinks he won because he took the money," Alaric whispered, his eyes flashing with a predatory light. "He forgot that I don't need a bank account to destroy him; all I need is my wife."

She would not even be surprised, they all acted weirdly, except Grandma, of course. She shook her head, she was watching too many true crimes lately. But her mind kept traveling to the image. She could just imagine how the news of her death would be reported on the TV news. An unwary Miami bride thought she had struck gold when she married the billionaire. Little did she know she know she would end up being chased in the woods at the next full moon for the symbolic bride porridge. And then the presenter, who looked like he might get sick, would go on to say the images were too gory to show.

The billionaire demanded absolute obedience on one specific issue before we ever walked down the aisle. No kids. He viewed children as leverage. He treated pregnancy as a calculated move by a greedy partner to steal a permanent slice of his wealth. We spent weeks dancing around our growing attraction, but he never crossed that specific line. "Dominic," I started. My voice sounded hoarse and broken from the leather belt bruising my throat. I pulled the collar of his shirt tighter around my shoulders, creating a fragile physical barrier. "I did not plan this." He blinked, tearing his eyes away from my stomach to meet my gaze.

Damian Blackwood waited at the altar like he was attending a funeral instead of his own wedding. Tall, still, unreadable. Black suit. Dark eyes. A mouth that looked as if it had forgotten how to be kind. For a second, Elena’s steps faltered. Her fingers tightened around the bouquet. Somewhere behind her, the wedding planner made a sharp little sound, probably terrified the bride was about to ruin the most photographed marriage deal of the year. Marriage deal. That was all it was. One year. One signature. One ruthless billionaire paying off her family’s debts in exchange for a wife he could parade in front of the board, the press, and his dying grandfather.