The Unwanted Bride: Claimed By The Billionaire นิยาย & เรื่องราว

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."

To be honest, I did not need to buy her a custom wedding dress. Several days ago, I called Andy, ordered him to contact Vera Wang's private atelier. I demanded their best bridal piece and instructed Andy to deliver it to a specific boutique and manipulate the owner into renting it to Sabrina for pocket change. I told myself I did it to maintain a flawless cover story. The Titan Capitals CEO could not stand next to a bride wearing cheap polyester. That was a lie. I bought the dress because I wanted to see her draped in perfection. I wanted to claim her in a gown fit for a queen.

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.

As if the woman lying in pain wasn’t his wife. Hazel lay there on the cold floor, surrounded by scattered clothes. The maid wanted to help but was afraid of Xander. The pain in her body was nothing compared to the pain in her heart. She looked at the ceiling, her vision getting dark. How long can I endure this? she thought weakly. I am the Billionaire’s Unwanted Wife. I have everything money can buy, yet I have nothing at all. No love. No respect. No care. But even then, she was still holding on. She was still hoping… maybe… just maybe… one day, he would look at her and see her worth.