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 2
CHAPTER 2
Mrs Valentino gives a relieved sigh because her phone is with, if not a whole her, the wife of the richest man in America would trek.
She dials the number of their second driver, The Valentino's have up to ten drivers.
The driver arrived immediately after the call,if he gets sacked, there isn't a place he will get the amount the Valentino's are paying.
They arrived at home shortly and Mrs Valentino went straight to Drake's room.
But the doors were locked, she knocked on the door repeatedly and Drake didn't open up.
"Drake, if you are listening, you need to be well behaved as of now because soon you are getting married!" Mrs Valentino said angrily.
"Marriage!, What is that? Me being tied to a girl right, I wouldn't, go and marry the girl" he replied without opening the door.
Mrs Valentino smirks and leaves his door.
She was going to the compound to meet the driver who acted stupidly, but surprisingly she met the driver in the sitting room and on his knees.
"I'm sorry Mrs Valentino, I couldn't decline the young master order, please pardon me!" He begged.
"Who gave birth to young master? Who employs you? Who paid your salary?" Mrs.Valentino asked.
"Of course, you are the one, after Mr Valentino's death" he replied and Mrs Valentino signals him to stand up, which he did trembling.
One thing about Mrs Valentino is that she shouldn't be offended, if offended then the human should be awaiting immediate judgement.
"That is the way out, and never come back here" She said.
"Please, Mrs Valentino, I promise this wouldn't happen again" he pleaded crying.
"Of course, it wouldn't, because this is your last day in this house" She replied and a guy entered.
The guy bowed and Mrs Valentino smiled.
"It's good, you are here Mudrock, throw this thrash out" She said to the guy.
Johnny Mudrock, he is more like a bodyguard to Mrs Valentino, people only see his first eye, the second is covered with an eye patch and he is always in black suit.
She trusted him the most and he just arrived from her errands.
"1, 2" before Mudrock can count the rest, the driver is nowhere to be found.
"So how far..."
****
"Evelyn, where are you? You keep mega cream waiting, I asked you from Amber and she is staring like she is mute" Mr Ronald, Evelyn's boss asked.
"There is an emergency at home, so I went there," Evelyn replied.
"I hope there is no problem?" He asked.
"Nope," Evelyn replied.
"Then we can continue to shoot for Mega cream," Mr Ronald said.
"Yes, do I need to change or have a little makeup?" She asked.
"Of course, you have to clean your makeup, we will use your nude face for before and your light make up face for after" Mr Ronald replied.
"Alright" She replied and left for her dressing room while Amber followed hastenstly falling down.
Mr Ronald PA, Nathan quickly rushed there, he helped her up but she glared maliciously at him.
"Are you hurt?" He asked touching her hand but she removed his hand from hers and stood up.
Evelyn looks back at Amber and shakes her head at her clumsy nature.
"I told you not to interfere in my business again, I detest your ugly face" she replied and Nathan left heartbroken.
They enter Evelyn's dressing room.
Evelyn stretches her hand while Amber quickly gives her some tissue.
She sat in front of the glass and wiped her makeup carefully.
"You are always falling and he is always helping you up, what does that mean?" Evelyn said and Amber looked down.
"I guess it's love, why don't you give the boy a chance, you are both 18 and Nathan is a good boy" Evelyn said and Amber handed her another tissue which she used to clean her lipstick.
"At least, you can date a person who loves you and not a person you have never seen like in my case" She said with a sigh.
"Sis, in my own case, I'm looking for a prince charming, who is so tall and has pink lips with sexy dimples like my Drake," Amber replied dreamingly making Evelyn remember the guy, who called himself anonymous.
"I will say it's not a dream because I have seen one but he doesn't have dimples" She replied.
"Sis, should I show you my Drake, he is the youngest richest billionaire in America, he is your age," Amber replied, bringing out her phone.
"The shoot is starting now" Nathan said and maintained eye contact with Amber before withdrawing his eyes.
"Alright," Evelyn replied and stood up, Amber followed.
"Camera, are you ready?" Mr Ronald asked the photographer.
"Of course" He replied and a white chair was carried there by the trainees.
Evelyn sat on the white chair, she was wearing an off shoulder gown and her hair was tied up by one of the trainees.
The off shoulder gown exposed her white radiant skin.
A white bulb exactly like the color of her skin shone brightly under her head.
"Photographer, are you set? Evelyn straightens your back" Mr Ronald.
"Are you set, Miss Evelyn?" The photographer asked.
"Of course" she replied and the photographer clicked the camera.
"Give us another pose!" Mr Ronald said to Evelyn.
Evelyn pouted but the photographer didn't click the camera.
"Click it, she looks cute, and the two are okay, I'm sure Mega cream will pick the one she pouted" Mr Ronald said with a smile and the photographer clicked the camera.
"You did well Evelyn, the second shoot will be after an hour" Mr Ronald said, people clap and Mr Ronald was about to leave
"Lunch treat on me!" Evelyn said and Mr Ronald walked back to them, the workers all laughed.
If there is another thing Mr Ronald likes after his work, then it is good.
They all drove to a restaurant in the company bus.
They arrived at the Value restaurant.
Each table has two chairs, it's you and your partner and it's designed in red and white.
"Wtf, how are we supposed to sit? This restaurant is for couples," One of the trainees said.
A girl rushed to them.
"You can have your seat, but we are sorry, the chairs are designed for couples because it's Valentine's Day.
"Fuck, we all forgot already that it's february 14" Mr Ronald said.
"Well, I know," Nathan said and maintained eye contact with Amber.
"Is that why you drop this flower when Amber falls down and you are wearing white shirt and red pants, so cute!" A trainee added.
Amber looks at him and Nathan prays for the ground to open and swallow him.
"Happy Valentine's, everyone," Evelyn shouted.
"Am I not seeing clearly, Miss aren't you the popular model Evelyn Brown or am I seeing the whole ANNING?" The waitress asked.
"Of course, would you like to take my autograph or I should snap a picture with you?" Evelyn asked.
"Oh, thank you, you are so nice and happy 21 birthday" The waitress said and ANNING team gasp.
"We don't remember our goddess' birthday, happy birthday Evelyn," Mr Ronald said, hugging her.
"I have even forgotten my birthday," Evelyn said, breaking the hug.
"So that means today is my prince charming, Drake's birthday, he always celebrates his birthday on sis day, gosh can't wait to greet him" Amber said and the people ignore while Nathan feels sad.
"So, all bills on the birthday girl" Mr Ronald said to Evelyn as ANNING team took turns in hugging her.
Happy birthday, sis!
More popularity, role model!
Young forever, happy birthday!
Happy birthday, ANNING goddess!
Pray to see your face as an American goddess cuz you are ANNING goddess already!
With many wishes, Evelyn's smile, she classified the ANNING team as her family.
"Thank you, everyone," Evelyn replied happily.
"Where is the waitress?" Mr Ronald asked.
"Here sir!" She said coming with a man.
"We are happy to have you in our restaurant today and we are happy to even have Miss Evelyn here and all bills on value restaurant because it's her birthday and Valentine" The owner of the Value restaurant said.
"Oh, we really appreciate it and I will repay this favour by advertising your restaurant for five months at no charge," Evelyn replied with a smile.
"Thank you so much Miss Evelyn and happy birthday" The owner of the restaurant replied.
"So you can come anytime you are ready, even tomorrow," Mr Ronald added.
"Sis, can I snap with you now?" The waitress asked.
"Sure darling!" Evelyn replied.
The staff and the owner of the Value restaurant all snapped with Evelyn and the ANNING team and they left to bring their orders.
"Since the table is for two, why don't we chill, I, the boss lady, will set you up with your partner, rest!" Evelyn said with a smile and they saluted her playfully.
She starts to matchmake until Amber, Nathan and Mr Ronald remain.
Amber was praying to be matchmake with Mr Ronald.
"Amber and Nathan!" Evelyn said and Amber's eyes widened.
"Sis, no!" She shouted but Evelyn ignored her by winking at Nathan.
Mr Ronald sat down and Evelyn sat beside him tiredly after the whole matchmaking.
"I want to tell you something!" Mr Ronald said, looking at Evelyn.
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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.