The Unwanted Bride: Claimed By The Billionaire นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Lucia waited for her friend to pick up the phone as she paced back and forth in her room with her silk robe fluttering behind her. As soon as the call connected, she leaned into the phone and whispered softly. "I have a gift for you," Lucia said, and a high pitched giggle escaped her lips. "I have a story that will make you famous. I want you to tip off every press agency in the city, the newspapers and TV stations. Tell them that the Valentes and the Retroferds have formed an alliance through marriage. And tell them the bride is already causing a bloodbath at the Retroferd estate."

"I am saying I will marry you." It was my turn to be shocked now, the richest most sought after bachelor wanted to marry me, regardless of our circumstances, it was still shocking. I was about to speak up, when he stopped me, "But there have to be ground rules for this," he started. "I will marry you and I will pay for your son's medical bills and have him transferred to one of the best heart clinics for children in New York. In return you will act as my wife in public, attend all the public events I go to, and after a period of two years we can separate amicably and I will give you enough money for you and your son to start over somewhere else. "

Dozens of no⁠tificat⁠ions, messages⁠, missed calls. And one headline that made my stomach‌ drop. “‍The Billionaire’s Bride: Love, Lies, and Leverag⁠e?⁠” T‌he article‌ had my n⁠ame in bol‍d letters. It‍ c⁠alled me a myster⁠y‍ wo‌man with no social backgr‌ound, a po‌ssible p‌aw‌n in a strateg‍ic‍ marriage, and worst o‌f all — it ques‌tioned if I h⁠ad “married into luxu‍ry” fo‌r money.

Lily says, as though waiting for me to start laughing and saying I pranked her or something, but I remain dead serious. “Like a corpse. I feel so trapped and unhappy,” I continue, “a new competition is driving out my parents out of business so they have to join their pharmaceutical company with the Wolfs, and I’m just collateral damage.” “The Wolfs?” she asks. I nod. She pauses. “Wait. Are you talking about The Wolf? AKA Baxter Wolf?” There we go again. “The one and only.” “Well, I’d marry him for free.” Lily says and I glare at her.

Arnold sat at the head of the table, weak but steady, his eyes sharp despite the tremble in his hands. Halfway through dinner, Matt stood, tapping his glass with a fork. “I have an announcement,” he said, his voice carrying easily across the room. “Before this family goes any further with tomorrow’s wedding, I think everyone deserves to know the truth.” Jessica’s stomach tightened. Christian’s hand found hers under the table, steady and warm. “This marriage,” Matt continued, pulling out his phone, “isn’t what it seems. I have proof that Christian and Jessica signed a contract the very same night they met. Two million dollars for one year of pretending. This entire wedding is a lie.”

The other stayed locked on my hip, holding me in place like I might try to run. Three hours ago I stood in front of a lot of people and said “I do” to a man who thought I was my sister. Now that same man was fucking me against the wall of a bedroom that smelled like money and expensive cologne, and every rough thrust reminded me exactly how little choice I had left. My name is Sloane Vex. I was never supposed to be the bride. And I wasn’t the type to be forced into marrying someone I had never wanted. I have always believed that particular fate would simply pass me by.

She looked so tiny next to the aggressive crowd of reporters sticking microphones in her face. "Miss Grey! Did you trick Mr. Knight into marrying you?" "Lila, is it true your family is broke and you’re just doing this for the cash?" She just stood there. Her eyes looked dead, staring straight ahead like she was a ghost. She didn't say a single word, completely frozen from the pressure. The reporters focused on me as I started walking up the steps. Everyone went quiet for a second, leaning in, waiting for the ruthless CEO to finally speak up, maybe yell at the press, or say something to his new bride.

“I’m sorry, Mama. I’m sorry for breaking the union you chose for me. But he never loved me. He never protected me the way you promised he would. The man you called my husband became my monster. He became my living nightmare.” The words Rach had spat at her echoed in the silence of the yard, fueling her resolve: The Unwanted Wife. The Unloved Wife. The Forgotten Wife. The next morning, the sun rose on a different Selin. She was in the kitchen, mechanically preparing breakfast for her husband and his mistress, when a knock sounded at the door. “Are you Mrs. Selin Miller?” the courier asked, holding a professional-grade envelope.

"Brandon, Father is just disciplining her. If you don't watch her well, she'll easily cheat behind you." “My wife doesn't need anyone's discipline." Brandon retorted, "Only people who love to cheat were so fond of labeling others as cheaters." "You!" Blair balled her hands into fists out of anger. "Well, I don't have to waste my time with any poor uneducated guy like you." Blair deliberately scanned over what Brandon was wearing with a look of disgust. Brandon was indeed handsome but couldn't even afford a simple famous brand. No wonder that people called him the unwanted son.

Anna got up slightly in shock. "She married a rich man. I didn't think anyone would like her ugly behavior. I still thought that your cousin Frederick would be the one to stay with." This story. "Now she shows the group what branded bags and other things she buys every day." Corinne sighed. Even though he doesn't like Qwerty, he also has to admit that Qwerty's life is better than his now. He believes in the saying 'love is blind'. He couldn't deny that Qwerty was beautiful but contrary to her attitude. Anyway, she's certain that Qwerty married her husband now because of his money. Qwerty is indeed a bitch!