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 4
Evelyn woke up the next morning, but her body was aching and she was having a headache. Maybe it is because she slept on the couch or because she had a lotta wine yesterday, she thought.
She touched her forehead but the head was aching badly.
She sits up on the couch, she smiles seeing a duvet in her body.
She can remember vividly that she slept hugging her mum.
She smiles remembering how they ran around the whole living room playing like a kid.
But she turns sour immediately when she remembers her mom pleading with her to get married.
She sighs and stands up from the couch.
Mrs. Brown rushed to her.
"Hey darling, aren't you having a headache?" Mrs. Brown asked with a smile.
"Not really!" She replied climbing up the stairs.
"Alright... then you need to shower and come down, the food will be dished out in a minute" Mrs. Brown shouted at her back and went back to the kitchen.
After some minutes, Mrs. Brown dished out the fried rice and chicken on different plates on the dining table.
Evelyn came down shortly in a short yellow gown that reached her mid thigh.
The dress looks funny because she looks like some fairytale princess with two pockets.
And the dress's side looks like it has feathers.
She sat down on a chair beside Mrs. Brown, Mrs. Brown looked at her and remembered her youthful days. She was also bright like this.
She salivated on seeing the food.
She took a full spoon of the fried rice and smiled.
"How is it?" Mrs. Brown asked, looking at her.
"Delicious like always!... But I have been wanting to ask you the reason why you and father didn't have many maids and guards flocking around the house like those billionaires used to?" Evelyn asked, taking a bit of the chicken.
"Oh that...my husband said he doesn't want to be like those billionaires, he doesn't like intruders and he wants you to be a good girl and learn cooking and other things from me personally," Mrs. Brown replied and smiled remembering those days before Mr. Brown died.
Evelyn scratches her neck and smiles nervously.
"But... the cooking and house chores, I don't even know it," Evelyn said.
"Of course you won't when you are obsessed with your modelling career, but I pray you learn that in your husband's house" Mrs. Brown said and Evelyn choked on the rice.
Mrs. Brown quickly helped her with the orange juice.
She intentionally choked on the food because she didn't want Mrs. Brown to prolong the marriage issues but the way it is, it seems Mrs. Brown just started.
"Concerning that, please don't forget what I discussed with you last night... please!" Mrs. Brown said, holding Evelyn's hand placed on the table.
"Mum... you remember table manners right, you used to teach me when I was still a kid" Evelyn replied wanting to change the uninteresting topic.
"Please, Evelyn, don't try to change the topic!" Mrs. Brown pacifies.
She brought out her phone from the gown pocket.
She checked the time and stood up.
"Got to go mum, it's 7:00 already and I have a photoshoot at 8:00 am" She said leaving for upstairs.
"Think about it and give me your reply after work, Mrs. Valentino hasn't stopped calling since she left here" Mrs. Brown replied with a sigh.
Evelyn came back, she landed a peck at Mrs. Brown cheek and rushed upstairs.
She came down in a minute dressed in a black off shoulder top and a black high waist jeans pant, matching sneakers and black face cap.
Mrs. Brown gasps seeing Evelyn dressing mode.
She was parking the dishes in the kitchen but she stopped immediately.
"Are you some kind of undercover cop or a secret agent, black all up and down... or are you a notorious assassin using your modelling career to cover?" Mrs. Brown asked, holding her chest dramatically which made Evelyn chuckle.
"Comfortable in this, and there are lots of photoshoots today, don't wait for Evelyn" She mutters taking her car key on the cushion she left them yesterday.
"Not even a hug or kiss" Mrs. Brown whined with a pout.
"I told you to look for a handsome dude and marry, he will be doing the smooching and whatever!" Evelyn replied, bringing out Mrs. Brown lip gloss.
She applied it on her lips, she checked the mirror and smiled.
"You brat... that is me being unfaithful to your father, can't believe he loves you more than me... by the way I have been wondering why am always losing my lip gloss, so you are the thief, what can I do about you Evelyn, you are a model for God sake" Mrs. Brown said while Evelyn is at the door already.
"You are the Chairman of Brown whatever for God sake Mrs. Brown... and about the marriage, I will give you my reply after work, love you Mrs. Brown!" Evelyn shouted and dashed towards the parking lot.
I pray she yields, because behind the arranged marriage, the best friends swear that whoever breaks the promise will give his whole property to the other. She loves her daughter and she can't bear to lose the properties that will later be owned by her daughter.
Mrs. Brown thought with a sigh.
Evelyn hopped into a black Lamborghini and she drove out of the Browns building.
She decided to listen to a song that she tunes to rude boy by Rihanna.
She played the song swaying her head left and right in the Lamborghini.
She decided to enjoy and chill before listening to Amber advice on the marriage.
One thing Amber is good at is to advise people, she can be clumsy but at giving advice, she is the best.
She arrived at ANNING models in short, she got down from the Lamborghini and entered the building.
Is that yesterday celebrant or am I seeing things?
She just looks like a sexy secret agent!
Even though it's trouser, her cleavages don't hide!
Happy birthday in Arrears ANNING goddess!
So many gossips and comments as she passes by them.
She enters Mr. Ronald's office and he was dazzled, he thought she looks good in whatever she wears.
"Hi, Mr. Ronald," Evelyn said with a smile which stole Mr. Ronald's heart away.
I have got over her, so what all these feelings, he thought holding his chest (heart).
"Are you feeling some pain in your chest Mr. Ronald?" Evelyn asked and Mr. Ronald immediately removed his hand and smiled.
Nathan enters and whispers to Mr. Ronald ear.
"Yeah, time for the shoot," Mr. Ronald said but Evelyn looked at them suspiciously.
She looks at Nathan who has his head down.
****
"How is the company?" A guy asked from a locked room
"The business partners are just seeking to see you" The second guy replied.
"Just ignore them and continue your doing, I want you to find out everything about Evelyn Brown."
The indoor guy mutters out.
"Alright" The guy replied and looked left and right before going out.
****
Amber was sent to Evelyn to distract her from knowing what was going on.
"Sis, good morning, how was your night, did you sleep well?" Amber asked, dragging her into the dressing room.
"Why all those suspicious greetings? What is going on?" Evelyn asked.
"I was told not to tell you, it's a surprise?" Amber said with a smile.
"Whatever" Evelyn replied and brought out her phone.
Amber snatched it away with a smile and Evelyn looked up.
"Why? Can't I use my phone?" She asked and Amber removed the face cap from Evelyn's head.
"It's a dressing room and you ought to change into this dress and Stephen will help with your makeup," Amber said and left the room.
"What is the surprise? Are they also getting me married?" She mumbled and started to change her dress.
The dress is a strapless gown with a high slit at the end, it's red and a matching heel.
"Are you done?" Stephen asked, peeping from the curtain.
"You should know since you are peeping," Evelyn replied, giving him a knock on the head.
He rubbed the spot and smiled.
"You are muah!" He said blowing kisses which Evelyn ducked.
He holds his chest and winces dramatically.
"It hurts a lot, but sit down, your makeup artist is here!" He said sitting Evelyn down, which made Evelyn scoff.
After the light makeup, he cleans the former lipgloss and applies red lip gloss to her lips.
"I wonder why Mr. Ronald employs a pervert guy as my makeup artist," Evelyn said and Stephen smiled.
"Don't talk" he replied and added blush to her cheek and used mascara to thicken her lashes.
"Check yourself in the mirror" Stephen said and Evelyn wow.
"Am I really the one?" She asked.
"Of course, now let's go, but first you have to close your eyes" he replied and Evelyn did as she was told.
Stephen holds her hand and they walk till they enter a dark room.
"Now open your eyes!" Stephen commanded.
Evelyn opened her eyes and a bright light shone in the room.
"Happy birthday!" They chorused, Evelyn was beyond surprised, she opened her mouth and was not able to close it at the big giant cake in front of her.
"Happy birthday girlfriend!" A guy said peeping in from the door.
Evelyn eyes met with the guy and she gasps.
"Wtf, Gold!."
She shouted and rushed out of the room to meet the guy.
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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.