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 5
Chapter 5
"Where are you going all of a sudden? Aren't we friends anymore?" A blonde girl who is painting her nails on a couch asked.
"Yeah, I don't also understand the reason she has been packing" Another girl said, entering into the sitting room where Viola and the blonde were arguing.
"I'm going back to America since I'm done with my surgery" Viola replied checking the time.
"It's past 1 and my flight is at 2".
"Viola, are we even friends, you didn't bother to tell us you are going back to America, is that what a true friend does?" The blondie replied, dropping the paint bottle and crossing her arms.
"You guys are funny, wouldn't I go back to my modelling career, and I have to go and possess my possession I left there, is that clear guys.....and I have been hearing that, that shabby girl Evelyn is growing more popular day by day, so I need to go back" she replied dressing her hair.
"So, if we didn't ask, you are gonna leave Paris for America without telling us... well it's your call though, you should go back" The other girl replied.
Viola stood up from the couch, she engulfed them into a bone cracking hug.
"I'm so sorry guys, I'm just in a hurry" She replied checking her wristwatch.
"Time to go, will give you a call when I get to America" She replied, wheeling her traveling bag out.
"Yeah, whatever" The girl chorused while she smiled and left.
Viola Spooner, a top high ranking model like Evelyn Brown.
She is the second child of the billionaire family Spooner and a model to A.N.JELL company, although their wealth can't be compared with the Browns, but Spooner's are also known.
Viola Spooner was the exact opposite of Evelyn Brown, she is very rude, she is a little taller than Evelyn, but her cleavage and beauty cannot be compared with that of Evelyn.
She is twenty three years old.
She also has a bad temper and she is known for being unfriendly to her fans.
But all this was Spooner's fault, she turned into a spoiled brat because they pampered her because she is their only daughter.
The Spooner and Valentino family are business partners.
Viola Spooner knows Mrs. Valentino very well because her parents often take her along when they are visiting Valentino for a friendly dinner.
Rumor had it that the famous model, Viola Spooner got into an accident, the rumor is true though, she got into an accident.
Her beautiful face was totally ruined, she was treated in America and the accident left some scars.
She can't withstand being made fun of or embarrassed, so she travelled immediately to Paris for a plastic surgery.
The plastic surgery lasted for two years because her body is filled with scars.
After the surgery she stayed for one more year with her friends in Paris.
She boarded the plane and used a nose mask so as not to be found out.
She was seated at the Vip section but still some fans saw her face and they started to murmur.
Am I seeing things?!
Isn't that A.N JELL model that was involved in an accident?
I thought she was dead!
"Everyone should be quiet please and fasten your seatbelt please, we are about landing!" A hostess voice came out in the plane megaphone.
People became quiet and after some minutes, the plane landed in America.
Viola got out of the plane, and close to ten bodyguards were already waiting for her with two SUVs.
The leader of the bodyguard bowed immediately when she saw Viola, he collected the traveling bag.
"It's been long, Ms. Viola," he mutters with a smile.
"Yeah!" She replied shortly and the bodyguard shook his head.
'The young miss grumpy nature didn't leave her even though she went for brain reshuffling' he thought and broke into a smile suddenly earning a glare from Viola.
He quickly composed himself and said.
"You are looking more beautiful though."
He replied while she ignored him and entered the SUV.
The leader of the bodyguard drives her while the rest follow her with the second SUV.
****
"Why will sis run away when we are in the middle of surprising her?" Amber asked no one in particular.
"Well I saw the guy's face, it's her music idol crush!" Nathan replied and Amber glared at her.
He looked down immediately, well he has been keeping the gift given to them by Value restaurant because Amber didn't collect it and since then the awkwardness has grown more than before.
After Evelyn left with the guy, they all sat down looking at the chairs in the room.
"Is Evelyn dating that playboy?" Mr. Ronald asked Amber.
"Nope, sis just like him, he is like her celebrity crush" Amber replied with a smile.
"But I heard he has numerous girlfriends," Stephen said.
Amber took her phone and logged into her social media, she was anticipating if there will be any feedback from Valentino Drake to his fans.
The social media handles have had his pictures since yesterday, but they haven't heard a reply from him.
"Well what happened to the billionaire, Drake Valentino, he hasn't replied to his fans' ' A trainee said.
"Yes, I think his manager said he is on a business trip to India or china" Stephen said and a trainee stood up.
"Can't believe this!."
She mutters and they all look at her.
"What?" They chorused, including Mr. Ronald.
"Viola Spooner is back!" She dropped the bomb and they all started to bring their phones out.
"Vio what, didn't they say she travelled?" Amber said showing them her picture when she was getting out of the plane.
"But I almost didn't recognize her or did she have a surgery?" Nathan said.
"It seems we have to prepare Evelyn, her competitor has been back," Mr. Ronald said loudly.
"Yeah, but I don't think we should tell sis" Amber said.
"Yes" They chorused and logged out, out of their social media.
****
"Happy birthday, I wanted to come yesterday, but I'm busy with a concert!" Gold said, flipping the strand of hair that fell on Evelyn's eyes flirtatiously.
They were in a cafe
Gold Fernandez is a well known kpop singer and a soloist, and a big playboy and pant chaser.
He has slept with almost all the actresses, small models and some popular ones but not only models, he deals with actresses also.
He pierced almost every part of his body.
He can go to every length because of women.
Evelyn often goes to his concerts, the only thing she likes about him is his voice.
"Yeah, thank you!" Evelyn replied shortly.
"I bought flowers for you!" He said handing out the flowers to her.
Evelyn smiles cheerfully because it's her favorite flower, rose!
"How do you know that rose is my favorite?" Evelyn asked, perceiving the beautiful scent of the flowers.
"Oh, that you don't need to know!" He replied licking his lower lips flirtatiously.
Evelyn knows immediately that he is flirting, well that is Gold she knows by the way.
"You are beautiful, nope.... Sexy!" He grins showing his tongue ring.
That was when Evelyn looked at her strapless gown and gasped, she then remembered she was in the middle of a surprise birthday.
She checked her phone and there was no call.
One of the cafe staff saw Gold and rushed there.
"Hello, Mr. Gold, is it you or am I seeing things?" She asked.
"It's obviously me, baby girl," Gold replied stylishly, putting a hotel card in her hand.
The girl smiled and asked what they wanted.
"Oh, it's Miss. Evelyn also, I'm seeing two celebrities at once" The girl said and Evelyn smiled.
"What would you like Evelyn?" Gold asked.
"I'm going back, I don't want anything" Evelyn stood up with a smile.
She saw Gold when he gave the girl the hotel card.
****
"Welcome back daughter!" Mr. Spooner said, engulfing her in a hug.
"Thanks dad, I miss you" She replied with a smile.
"And you are looking more beautiful!" Mrs. Spooner added.
"So will you take my company now that you are back?" Mr. Spooner asked.
"Of course not dad, is brother dead? I came here to continue my modelling career and I promise to make it to the top and destroy every barrier or obstacle in my way, "she replied.
"Your brother doesn't want to take the property, you know he doesn't listen to us, but I will support anything you want... about you going back to your modelling career go on and be the head my daughter" Mr. Spooner encourages and she smiles.
"So where shall we help you to start from?" Mrs. Spooner asked.
"How about me going back to industry, everyone knows that I'm back and reporters will seek an interview," She replied.
"Yes, that is good, I will make arrangements on A.N JELL, you just need to resume whenever you want" Mr. Spooner said.
"Thank you dad!" She replied and smirked.
Evelyn Brown, let's see how you are going to maintain the top model forever!.
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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.