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 6
"I have to go back to ANNING!" Evelyn said.
Gold had a dissatisfied look, he thought Evelyn would at least fall for his charm and maybe it will later reach the stage of them branching to the hotel and getting laid.
"Oh..h why wouldn't you have a drink?" He stuttered, scratching the back of his neck angrily.
"Nope, seriously, I'm good and they will be probably waiting for me, got to go" Evelyn replied standing up.
"Then should I drop you off?" He asked.
"I wouldn't want to bother!" Evelyn replied and left the restaurant.
Throughout the time Evelyn is with him, she is only seeing the guy who called himself an anonymous face on Gold face and she doesn't understand a bit.
"Shit! That chick escaped, what do I do? I need to fu**k!" He mutters under his breath looking around for whoever would be his prey.
He smiles when he sees the girl and he snuggles his hotel card in her hand.
The girl walked to him, she couldn't glance up at his face.
She had her head low, blushing heavily, the god of Cassanova is in front of her, of course she would blush heavily.
Gold used her finger to lift her jaw up flirtatiously and not only the girl's cheek turned red, her ears also went down red.
"You should look me in the eyes if we are getting down together!" Gold said stylishly, holding her finger.
"What did you think? Should we get down to business in Gold hotel or what?" He asked, bringing out his tongue slightly showing her his tongue ring.
"Ye..yes, my time is over and another person has taken over, we can go!" She stuttered and he spank her ass.
"Yeah, good girl!" He replied and stood.
He escorts her to his car and drives her to Gold hotel, the hotel he owns.
Gold had seen almost all of his female staff pants except one lady Ava.
She hates to see him not to talk of getting laid with him but Gold has promised the girl that she will willingly take off her pants for him which isn't possible till today.
****
"Sis, why can't you call any of us to bring your car but are you sure that pervert didn't get down with you?" Amber whispers, earning a knock on her head from Evelyn.
She rubbed the spot and pouted.
"So I'm here now, I'm sorry I left you guys, it's just that it's been a long time since I saw Gold, let's continue!" Evelyn said.
"Yes, we should!" They all shouted and Evelyn chuckled.
It's pretty obvious that they didn't want to tell her that Viola is back and they want to cover it.
"You guys shouldn't chicken out, I know already that Viola is back, I have my phone, remember" She replied and they gasp, including Mr. Ronald.
"Well we shouldn't all chicken out and show them ANNING is the born leader, Viola or Violet, I don't need to fret" Evelyn added and they all smiled.
Evelyn just brightened up their mood, she herself doesn't know where the courage comes from, she knows Viola very well because they attended the same highschool, before she got into the accident, she is always finding a means to steal the spotlight wherever party they both attended.
"So guys, let's cut the cake," Stephen grins.
"Yes, by the spell of Evelyn!" They chorused.
They play with the cake, using it to rub each other's nose and talk about some random stuff before Evelyn shoots for Skincare.
After some minutes
"Amber, I really want you to advise me on the marriage, I don't know what to decide and I promise mum to give her a reply today!" Evelyn said to Amber.
"Sis, don't you think there is more reason to it while Mrs. Brown is insisting you should get married, don't you think maybe your property will be the groom's family if you didn't marry them" Amber suggested.
"But sis, this is your life, whatever that will favour and not hurt you, you should decide, I will advise you to think thoroughly, can you tell me the name of the family maybe I know them."
"I didn't even bother to ask, I left in anger" Evelyn replied.
"So sis, decide for yourself what is good" Amber added and left.
Evelyn stayed there for some time thinking before she bade them all, bye and left in her car.
She got home and a sweet aroma of pancakes welcomed her, she didn't hesitate a bit.
She made her way to the kitchen and Mrs. Brown was in apron making pancakes.
"Hi, Mrs. Brown!" Evelyn said with her hand up.
"You are back at four Ms. Brown, wassup?" Mrs. Brown asked and Evelyn immediately looked dull.
"Well, that will not be my case, because whether I like it or not, Ms. Brown will turn to Mrs" Evelyn said with a sigh.
Mrs. Brown turned towards her and hugged her with the glove in her hand.
"You don't need to be sad, daughter. I promise to be there for you. if the guy is ugly, you should use an eye patch so as not to see him" She said and Evelyn smiled.
"Nevertheless you didn't say I should come back home but to use eye patch, is it true that you aren't telling me something I don't know about this betrothed thing?" Evelyn asked and Mrs. Brown looked down and looked at her eyes again.
"If you don't marry her son all our properties will be willed to them!" Mrs. Brown replied and Evelyn gasped.
"Mum, dad went as far as that, whereas I can't even question him now" Evelyn cried, Mrs. Brown rubbed her back pacifying her.
"So does that mean you've agreed?" Mrs. Brown asked.
"Yes, call them tomorrow that I'm ready" She replied and Mrs. Brown hugged her dearly.
"So, mum I will eat all the pancakes you make, I will eat the last food you will make for me" Evelyn cried.
"Ye..yes daughter, eat it all, when you are married you can call me and I will bring whatever you want to you" Mrs. Brown also cried.
She also needs to be pacified, but what can she do? Nobody is there to pacify her. It saddens her that her only child has to be the sacrifice of her father's promise.
She is going to be alone forever without her model baby, all this also hurts Mrs. Brown. That's why she is making the last pancakes for her only daughter.
They later disengage from the hug and Evelyn asked Mrs. Brown to teach her how to make the pancakes which she messed up.
They laugh and play together lastly, Evelyn ate most of the pancakes while Mrs. Brown only ate little and watched.
They took some pictures together and Evelyn took some of Mrs. Brown secretly.
They watch movies and eat some popcorn, with hotdogs which they ordered.
This lasted for night, both the mother and daughter retired to bed, they slept on Mrs. Brown bed and was covered with one duvet.
Evelyn wasn't able to sleep throughout the whole night, the only thought in her mind was the marriage, how her life is going to be after the marriage, how she isn't going to see her number one friend; Mrs. Brown, again.
Next Morning
Evelyn had her bath and was waiting for the worst because today is the day, she already called Amber and told her about her decision.
Amber also pacifies her with some soothing words, she told Amber she would be late and she should tell Mr. Ronald that she went on a picnic with Mrs. Brown.
She combed her hair neatly making them fall to her shoulder, her lips with nude lipgloss, she wore a white shirt under a black suit jacket and the jacket black pants and a matching seven inch heel.
Mrs. Brown already called Mrs. Valentino and Mrs. Brown who is hurriedly on her way.
Mrs. Brown is also nervous because she has heard who Mrs. Valentino is and she fears how Mrs. Valentino is gonna treat her daughter.
****
"Mr. Drake, about Evelyn Brown you asked me, she is the only child of your father's friend Mr. Brown and she is also 21, she is the popular ANNING model" Drake Valentino PA said.
"Alright! Let's see if she is mum's puppet or a show" Drake replied.
"But boss, your fans are still anticipating your reply and Viola Spooner is back, it seems she's here to compete with your would-be wife."
"I see this is getting more interesting than I thought, I will watch till the end" Drake replied.
"But are you going to let her believe you are a moron? Or you will show her you are not?."
"Where is the witch right now?" Drake Valentino asked.
"Evelyn Brown didn't want to marry you before so I think her mother persuaded her or something, so they called this morning and the girl agreed," Samson replied.
"Can you show me her picture?" Drake demanded and Samson wanted to show him when a guard entered Drake's room.
Samson quickly put the phone in his pants pocket.
"What are you doing in the young master room?" The guard, who is one of Johnny Mudrock's men , asked.
"I came to check on him," Samson replied and quickly rushed out.
And the guards chuckle and shake his head.
"The fool is chatting with a moron."
He closed Drake's door and left.
Drake Valentino gritted his teeth in anger, how dare an ordinary guard talk to him like that, well the guard is one of the rebellious people he will take down when he is done.
****
Mrs. Brown already prepared pasta for breakfast as Evelyn demanded but they both are little from the pasta.
They sat together in the living room expecting their guests.
And shortly Mrs. Brown arrived with Johnny Mudrock and a man who is a lawyer.
Mrs. Brown welcomed them and the three sat on the same chair while Evelyn sat beside Mrs. Brown.
"Is the guy here the groom?" Evelyn asked, looking at Johnny Mudrock.
"No, I'm not Ms. Brown, as you have been told before, your groom is on a business trip and the man here is the lawyer that will be binding your marriage before it is done in a grand style" Johnny Mudrock replied.
Evelyn chuckled, the woman who came here by herself on that day isn't even talking today.
"So Ms. Brown you need to read this document thoroughly before signing that you agreed" The lawyer said a d hand over the document to Evelyn.
Evelyn didn't bother to read it before signing, she signed and handed over the document back to the lawyer.
Johnny Mudrock and Mrs. Valentino maintain eye contact with a smile.
"But I have my conditions also," Evelyn mutters, staring at Mrs. Valentino.
"List your conditions, Mrs. Valentino is listening" Johnny Mudrock replied.
"First, I wouldn't stop my career because of a marriage, second, I don't want it to be leaked out to the fans that I'm married, so I will disagree with the grand wedding, third, I will only be your son wife or Mrs. Valentino at his house, my name wouldn't change because of my career and lastly, I will move to your son's house whenever I want" Evelyn listed surprising Mrs. Brown and them all.
"Well, Ms. Brown I think you didn't read the document very well, but I will tell you, in the document, it states that you are to move into your groom house immediately or the next day if you are busy" Johnny Mudrock said.
"What did you mean by that? Won't I pack my belongings?" Evelyn replied.
"You need not to worry about that we got your belongings covered, we will bring you ten maids who will come to pack it tomorrow and the rest of your condition, Mrs. Valentino accept" Johnny Mudrock replied and they stood up.
"You are welcome to my family, daughter in law" Mrs. Valentino mutters and they leave.
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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.