Novel & Cerita The Unwanted Bride: Claimed By The Billionaire

"You want me to marry you? I can't. I won't. You already have a bride waiting for you." "No, Ella. Listen to me." Aiden moved closer, desperation evident in his eyes. "I promise I'll make this right. That wedding means nothing to me." He gently took her hand. "I'll call it off, Ella. I swear I will.” I am not desperate to marry a billionaire.I am not covetous. Marry whoever your family wants and never come my way again. Ella left for her room in disappointment. I got pregnant by a callboy and this callboy is a billionaire, he's getting married very soon. In a few months,my baby will be in this world and I will be dropping my baby with someone who isn't her father.Ella was completely lost in

Half an hour later, I was in the backseat of a black sedan, clutching my bouquet so hard some petals had bent beneath my fingers. The city blurred outside the window. This was really happening. I was really being taken to marry Adrian Lancaster. The Adrian Lancaster. The billionaire heir with the ruthless reputation, the cold face in business magazines, the man Sienna had once called too dangerous to love. The courthouse ceremony passed like a fever dream. Just a private room with a single civil official. My father's voice did most of the talking while my mother just stood one side, staring at her nails like this was none of her concern.

To a stranger, who’d not only walked in to ruin not just my life but my girlfriend’s? Her delicate features did nothing but annoy me even further. I had no doubt that she’d planned it all out and was happy; she was getting married to a rich tycoon. But I couldn’t be deceived. I had her sign a prenup right after the wedding and abandoned her right there at the reception. After all, it was her wedding and not mine. ….. I’d just stepped into my room… when I noticed the decorations and the veiled bride who was now seated in the middle of the bed.

Her heart dropped to her stomach; Bruce would finally open her veil and see who was behind it. He reached out for her veil and slowly opened it. He widened his eyes in surprise; this wasn't the woman he was supposed to marry! He opened his mouth to say something, but words seemed to have disappeared from his mouth. Everyone still watched on, remembering his reputation might be at stake if he hesitated; he kissed her, but it was not a passionate kiss, as he didn't want to kiss the woman who was supposed to be his sister-in-law! Their parents had noticed the change but kept quiet about it.

I said. “You already were,” he replied calmly. “The difference is that you negotiated the price.” I took the card. Not because he told me to. But because I chose to. That night, as I lay in the unfamiliar bed, my phone buzzed. Unknown number: Congratulations on marrying into a world you don’t belong in. Another message followed. You won’t last. I stared at the screen, jaw tightening. “Watch me,” I whispered into the dark. Somewhere across the penthouse, a door clicked softly.

A billionaire businessman and mogul, he had the looks and the money any woman would normally desire. But I would live a life of eternal sorrow if I married that man, because he was only seeking a breeding tool. He had lost his wife five months ago—Catherine Wilson. She was the opposite of everything he embodied, yet the poor woman had died while giving birth to their child, the acclaimed heir to his family’s fortune. And now he was searching for a new wife. My greedy father and wicked stepmother were using their connections to push me forward as the sacrificial lamb, all for the financial benefits it would bring to my father’s debt-ridden company.

I snapped back, my tone acidic. "So, what are you going to do? Are you saying you're considering keeping her as your mistress?" Rick asked, his eyebrow rising in shock. "Who in the world is this prospective bride of yours?" CJ demanded, his curiosity raised. "Oh. her last name is Andal," I mumbled, realizing just how little I really did know. For goodness sake, who knew or cared what her name was? They regarded one another, their faces twisted into confusion and burgeoning comprehension. "Andal??! You mean MJ?!!" Rick screamed over the hubbub of the bar.

That means you cannot marry your beloved future Luna, even though you’ve been in a relationship for three years. “I have a strong feeling that she will give birth to a daughter and we will divorce.” Meazus stood up from the black metallic sofa and left, leaving her uncle still smirking at Meazus' unchanging nature—stubborn and a bit arrogant. Two weeks later, the wedding was finally held, and all the wedding expenses were covered by the groom's side. The white decorations symbolizing the purity of the marriage were merely decorations in Meazus' eyes. The luxurious wedding stage, reminiscent of a European royal wedding, made it seem as though both parties desired the marriage, even though the

She sank back against the pillows, her mind whirling with various possible scenarios. What would life be like if she married him? What would people say about their sudden engagement and class difference? In fact, everything about them was different. They were from two completely different worlds. A marriage of convenience. It went against her beliefs about love and companionship. And yet... Could she really go through with this? Tying herself to a man she barely knew, even if it was just on paper? She remembered how he calmly handled the copyright infringement. If that was any indication of his personality, he seemed to be a good person.