Betrothed To Moron
"Do you know what marriage is?" Evelyn asked with a raised brow.
"Marriage is 'I do' and 'you do', then boom, children come in anytime they want," Drake replied with a cute smile.
"How do children come in?" She asked knowingly.
"Man and a woman call them," he replied foolishly.
"How do they call them?" She probed.
"Just like this..." He placed his phone to his ear.
"I already forgot that it's useless talking to you," Evelyn got annoyed and walked away
***
Twenty years old Evelyn Brown was forced to marry the son of the richest man in the country, Drake Valentino.
She thought her life was perfect, not until she was forced to get married to a man she barely knows because of money.
Evelyn had thought the arranged marriage wasn't bad as her groom was a handsome young man from a rich family, just like hers until she entered the marriage.
She was shocked into disbelief when she realized her husband wasn't as normal as she thought he was, he was a complete... Moron!
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Chapter 1
"Mum, what are you insinuating? They came today!" Evelyn shouted over the phone.
"Yes, come home right now" Mrs Brown replied.
"Why will I? I told you I don't want this!" She said,
"Please, Evelyn don't run away, come home straight" Mrs Brown pleaded.
"Who am I if I can't come? If my father believes I have my own virtue, he shouldn't have sold me to his friend's son," Evelyn said angrily.
She wanted to do her makeup for her photoshoot when her phone rang and it turned out to be her mother. She was asked to come home, her betrothed family are home already and she is angry and sad at the same time.
"What? An arranged marriage!" Amber shouted.
Evelyn quickly hung up the phone and Amber bursted into tears.
"Sis, that means I wouldn't work for you again, then who is gonna employ me because of my clumsy nature!" Amber sobbed while Evelyn wiped her tears.
"Who says you wouldn't work as my PA again, we are glued by gum, I would rather run away with you than to get married!" Evelyn pacifies her and she blushes.
"Sis, did you mean it?" Amber asked with a smile.
"Did you expect me to say that... I will be back and listen, don't tell this to anyone" Evelyn replied rushing out to her car.
"Sis, you have to shoot for Skincare and Mega cream!" Amber shouted but Evelyn already zoomed off.
Evelyn Browns is a high ranking model and she was well known in her country, America and internationally.
She is not famous because she is the only daughter of the Brown family, the second richest family in America but because of her cheerful and gentle nature.
"I just wish his betrothed is handsome and popular gosh!..I can't wait to snap with him and post it on my social media handles" She shouted but covered her mouth quickly.
"She said not to tell anyone!" She mutters, biting her lower lips.
****
Mrs Brown was outside all while praying for Evelyn to show up and her prayer yielded.
She sighs when Evelyn comes out of the car, she knows Evelyn Brown is an obstinate girl like her father and wouldn't agree.
"Mum,what are you telling me over the phone?" She asked.
"The truth, Evelyn!" Mrs Brown replied.
"Let's go in first, please act normal" Mrs Brown pacifies.
"Yeah," She replied and entered.
"I guess this is my daughter in-law" Mrs Valentino mutters with a smile.
The Valentino family are well known all over the world and America because they are the richest family.
Valentino and the Brown family were friends before Mr Brown and Mr Valentino died.
But during their friendship period, Mr Brown made a vow to Mr Valentino, that their children should get married when they are eighteen.
"Yes she is," Mrs Brown replied.
Evelyn sat down beside Mrs Brown.
"If you have agreed, I have chosen a date for them" Mrs Valentino mutters and picks her phone from her handbag.
"Where is the groom himself, is he a lame that can't even walk, making you come on his behalf?" Evelyn asked, staring at the perplexed Mrs Valentino.
Mrs Valentino had a surprise expression by Evelyn outburst.
She thought Evelyn would agree easily and not question because she heard Evelyn is a gentle girl.
"Well, he is on a business trip and he told me to come on his behalf" She replied, staring at Evelyn.
"Then...I don't support this marriage,I have to see my groom before jumping into the marriage, even if it's an arranged marriage" Evelyn replied hotly standing up beside Mrs Brown.
Mrs Brown pinched her but Evelyn didn't look like she got the clue.
"Calm down, daughter-in-law,he is truly on a business trip,he knows you and he wanted to get married to you before he went on a business trip but I told him, I will inform you first. So I wanted to use this as a surprise for him" Mrs Brown lied because his son didn't know that he was getting married.
"Then, tell him when he returns from his business trip that I, Evelyn Brown, rejected this marriage" She replied and left immediately.
"Evelyn!" Mrs Brown shouted going after her but she returned back when she saw that Eve had driven out of the parking lot.
"Maybe you should come some other time, I will talk to her" Mrs Brown said to Mrs Valentino who had stood up.
"Alright, I will take my leave" Mrs Valentino replied and left the house.
****
As Evelyn left the house, she went directly to a playground where she always came anytime she found herself in a mess or when she was sad.
The playground is not very far from her home. She often comes here because nobody can bother her, not even her fans.
She sat on the swing, swinging forth and back, nonstop.
She was very furious,the way the woman's words sound.She thought over and over about it.
"Don't kill yourself woman!" A guy said suddenly, making Evelyn stop swinging.
Evelyn maintained eye contact with the latter but she wasn't able to withdraw her eyes.
The guy's blue eyes are so charming and his plump pink lips look cute, his handsomeness and tallness is beyond comparison.
Evelyn couldn't compare her music idol crush to him, he looks just like a demigod.
She stares at his cute brow and giggles silently.
"Hey kiddo! Are you also here to think over the mess you are in?" Evelyn asked.
"Not kiddo, I'm twenty" He replied wanting to sit on her leg.
"Wtf!" Evelyn cursed and pushed him away making him fall on his butt.
"What is that?" The guy shouted standing up from the floor.
Evelyn immediately thought he was a pervert.
"Are you a pervert or what?" Evelyn asked.
"Do I look like one?" he mutters with a wink and sits at the available swing beside Evelyn.
Evelyn chuckled and faced him.
"What is this woman's name?" he asked.
"I'm popular! Do I need to tell you my name, but if you don't know I'm Eve!"
"Your name?" Evelyn asked, looking at him.
"Anonymous" he replied, making Evelyn chuckle.
"So, Anonymous, why are you here?" She asked.
"To play" he replied smiling and Evelyn almost fell from the swing because of his bright smile, his smile attracted her towards him.
"To play...and you said you are twenty?" Evelyn mocked.
"Of course, I'm twenty or am I not" he mutters, ruffling his hair in frustration.
"Anonymous, you made my day, I will leave now" Evelyn replied walking away.
"Your name" he shouted at her back.
"Anonymous 2" Evelyn replied and left to where she packed her car.
She started the car and drove back to her workplace, ANNING.
She is their best model in ANNING and her boss cherishes her and wouldn't allow her to leave because of anything.
****
"Drake, what are you doing here?" Mrs Valentino asked seeing him on a swing.
She has been searching for him since she returned home, she remembers vividly that she locked his room door.
All thanks to the tracker she hid in his body.
"To play, of course," he replied, not looking at her face.
"Drake, I clearly told you not to go out,you are a CEO, you will bring shame to our Valentino family if you are seen like this" She replied and he stood up immediately.
Drake Valentino is a well known CEO,even though he is twenty, he is known for his intelligence and handsomeness, he is going through an illness that makes him act like a moron, this illness last happened to his grandfather and the illness lasted for five years.
Mrs Valentino has called many doctors to do a check up for him but they aren't able to say anything, she silenced them with money not to expose her son's situation to the world.
She wanted to avoid being mocked and degraded.
She assumes the doctors aren't competent, so she called for their family doctor in San Francisco to fly home.
He arrived two weeks later and checked him also but it was just like the other, he didn't see anything, so she advised Mrs Valentino to find him a wife.
Mrs Valentino then remembered her husband's last word about his friend's promise to give his daughter to their son to marry.
She quickly heads to the Browns mansion.
"What did I do to deserve all the insult?" he mutters crying while Mrs Valentino sighs.
"Let go home" She mutters but Drake ignores her like a plague.
"Let's go home, Drake!" She mutters,her voice getting unfriendly and harsh.
"I didn't ask for the Anonymous 2 number," he mutters, biting his lower lips.
"Who the hell is Anonymous 2, did someone already see you like this, by whatever let go home" she shouted and he started his tears again.
"Always shouting at me" he replied and walked angrily to the car.
Mrs Valentino rushed after her thinking he was running away but she walked slowly when she saw him enter the car.
"Driver, let go" Drake mutters to the driver who reluctantly nodded negatively.
"What about madam?" The driver asked.
"She should be able to trek, she is not that old" He replied and the driver zoomed off.
"Drake, driver...wait!" Mrs Valentino shouted running after the moving car.
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9.5
For two years, I lived as a ghost in the Horn manor, a world built on blood money where my every breath was monitored. Fulton Horn, my stepfather’s nephew and the executor of my life, held the golden leash around my neck, forcing me to play the role of his secret mistress while he paraded a socialite as his fiancée.
Everything shattered at a high-society gala when the scent of raw seafood made me vomit at the feet of Fulton’s future bride. The ballroom erupted in whispers of a secret pregnancy, but Fulton’s reaction wasn't concern—it was cold, predatory calculation.
He immediately forced me into a clinical "inspection" to ensure his "merchandise" was sound, then destroyed my only chance at escape by framing my friend in a scandal and blacklisting my credit. He dragged me to his penthouse, ripped my clothes, and told me I was nothing but a "placeholder" for his dead first love, Arlena.
I was drowning in his obsession, forced to model his fiancée’s engagement gown while he claimed he was the only one who could "protect" me.
"You are what I say you are," he whispered, "and you belong where I say you belong."
I didn't understand how he could be so cruel, or why he was so determined to keep me in a cage of secrets. But when I looked closer at the photo of the "original" girl he loved, my blood turned to ice. It wasn't a girl named Arlena. It was a picture of me from six years ago, smiling and unbroken.
I realized then that Fulton hadn't just found a replacement—he had spent years carefully destroying the girl I used to be so he could keep the broken pieces for himself. Reaching for the hidden keycard, I finally made a choice: I would find a way to kill the ghost he loved before he finished killing the woman I had become.
8.4
I was the "diamond" of the Sargent Foundation, a perfect orphan polished for the cameras and high-society galas. But beneath the glittering chandeliers, I was suffocating. When the pressure finally broke me and I tried to flee the Sargent Gala, I wasn't met with comfort. I was hunted down by security and dragged into a sterile, white-hot spotlight in a room I was never allowed to enter.
Adrien Sargent, the cold-blooded CEO who controlled my every move, didn't want to help me. He wanted to devour me. He presented a legal cage: sign over my voting shares for his unethical hostile takeover, or he would have my only friend—the elderly butler who raised me—killed in his nursing home bed.
I became a prisoner in the East Wing, stripped of my phone and watched by hidden cameras. During a midnight storm, I tried to steal a security card to escape, but Adrien caught me in his study. Reeking of whiskey and corporate rage, he didn't just stop me. He pinned me to his desk and branded my neck with a bite so deep it bruised, treating me like a thief who deserved to be claimed.
The next morning, the house turned into a battlefield of lies. His PR consultant tried to claim she was the one in his bed, but Adrien found a pearl button from my pajamas under his desk. He didn't feel guilt; he felt violated. He accused me of orchestrating the entire encounter to blackmail him, his eyes filled with a terrifying, possessive fury.
When his grandmother caught us, she didn't see a victim; she saw a liability. To save the family stock price, she gave us an ultimatum: marriage.
"I’ll do it," I said, looking at the massive diamond ring that felt more like a shackle. Adrien thought he had finally broken me, but he didn't know about the encrypted file I just received. The corporate crisis he’s fighting was an inside job, and the trail leads straight to his own front door.
I looked at my new husband on our wedding night and let my silk dress hit the floor. He thinks he’s trapped a rabbit, but I’ve just gained total access to his world. I will sleep with the enemy, learn every dark secret he’s hiding, and then I am going to burn his empire to the ground.
9.4
Aria Mcgee was the unwanted second daughter of a decaying Long Island family.
To save their bankrupt corporation, her father and older sister drugged her. They shoved her into a town car and delivered her to a ruthless Wall Street billionaire's bed like a piece of meat.
They expected her to be the perfect sacrifice. The original Aria had no access to her own trust fund and was forced to live in a windowless broom closet. Even worse, a cold, synthetic System voice echoed in her skull, demanding she play the tragic, helpless female lead. It ordered her to endure her family's abuse and suffer the billionaire's humiliation to force a pathetic romance plotline.
"Host must follow the tragic trajectory and achieve the ultimate painful romance."
But the soul that woke up in that bed wasn't a weak, frightened girl. She was a dead Hollywood Oscar-winning actress. Why would a top-tier professional ever agree to play the weeping victim in such a garbage, B-list script?
Instead of trembling in fear as the System commanded, Aria looked at the billionaire and smiled. Using her flawless acting skills, she shattered his ego, extracted a hundred thousand dollars, and walked right out the door. Now, she was heading back to the Mcgee estate, ready to rip her money from her father's greedy hands and burn her sister's life to the ground.
7.1
I lay paralyzed on stiff white sheets, a prisoner in my own skin, listening to the rain lash against the window like nails on a coffin. My father, Elmore Franco, didn't even look at my face as he checked his clipboard. He just listened to the steady, monotonous beep of the heart monitor-the only thing proving I was still alive.
Without a hint of remorse, he pulled a pen from his pocket and signed the Do Not Resuscitate order. My stepmother, Ophelia, stepped out from behind him, wearing my favorite pearl necklace and smelling of cloying perfume. She leaned close to my ear to whisper the truth that turned my blood to ice.
"It was the tea, darling. Just like your mother. A slow, tasteless poison."
She chuckled as she revealed that my fiancé, Bryce, had a two-year-old son with my sister, Daniela. My inheritance had been funding their secret life for years, and now that the money was secure, I was an inconvenience they were finally scrubbing away. As my father yanked the power cord from the wall, the beeping died, and the darkness swallowed me whole.
I was being murdered by my own flesh and blood, used as a bank account until I was no longer needed. I died in that sterile room, drowning in the realization that every person I ever loved was a monster who had been waiting for me to take my last breath.
Then, I gasped. I woke up in a luxury hotel suite surrounded by silk sheets, five years in the past-the very morning of my wedding. Next to me lay Basile Delgado, the "Wolf of Wall Street" and my family's most dangerous enemy. In my first life, I ran from this room in a panic and lost everything. This time, I looked at the man who would eventually destroy my father's empire and decided to join him.
"I'm not leaving, Basile. Marry me. Right now. Today."
8.2
The $50 million lawsuit notice on my phone screen was a violent, pulsing red. My father’s corporate espionage had finally caught up to us, and he was ready to throw me to the wolves to save his own skin.
To survive, I signed a contract marriage with the predator himself—Alaric Hunter, the very man currently dismantling my family’s legacy.
But the moment we left City Hall, my father turned into a monster. He called the hospital and canceled the private care for my dying mother, moving her to a miserable state ward just to break my spirit for "disobeying" him.
"I will find the money," I hissed, even as my throat threatened to close from the paralyzing stress.
"You’ll come crawling back when that monster dumps you!" my father roared, leaving me standing in the rain with nothing but a battered suitcase.
My ex-boyfriend, the man who actually falsified the documents that framed me, mocked me from his Ferrari, while Alaric’s own business rivals planted hidden cameras in our new penthouse to watch our every move. I was a legal shield, a corporate asset, and a target all at once.
I didn't understand why Alaric was suddenly paying my mother’s medical bills in secret or why he looked at me with such chilling intensity. Was I just a tool for his voting shares, or was he the only person in this city who actually wanted me safe?
I looked at the files Alaric left on the marble counter, filled with evidence against everyone who had ever hurt me. I was done being the victim of a hostile takeover; it was time to show them what happens when a Hunter’s wife decides to start hunting.
8.2
Framed. Disowned. Forgotten.
Thira Calderon lost everything in one night-her reputation, her family, and the man she loved. Five years later, she returns to New York with three secretive little geniuses and a high-powered job at a billionaire's company.
What she doesn't know?
Her new boss, Riven Dax, might be the man she's spent years trying to forget.
What her kids know?
He might just be the dad they've been searching for.
"He has Kai's eyes."
"And Niko's ears."
"Let's get proof," Elara whispers. "Real proof."
And three kids determined to uncover the truth their mother's too afraid to ask.