Dumped And Accidentally Married A Billionaire
Synopsis
It still feels so unreal being dumped by my boyfriend at the courtyard on the day of our wedding.
David didn't show up and when I called him to know the reason why.
He told me right to my face that he had found love with another woman who happened to be my best friend.
My heart was shattered into a million tiny pieces.
I was wallowing in self-pity when I overheard Lucas talking on the phone about needing a replacement for the woman who has collected a part-payment to be his wife.
I agreed to be his wife without thinking twice wanting to get back at my Ex.
What would happen when two strangers' hearts intertwined?
And what started as an arrangement became a bedrock for something real?
Read to find out.
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Chapter 6
Chapter Six.
The next morning I woke up to see Lucas already awake and properly dressed for work.
He was adjusting his watch when he noticed my gaze on him. He looked breathtaking—effortlessly handsome.
“Good morning”, I greeted, averting my gaze to pretend I wasn't admiring him deeply just now.
“Good morning”, he replied. His voice was husky and a bit rough, drawing my attention the most.
I tried to pull myself together.
I nodded my head and swallowed hard trying my best to breathe as I inhaled his fresh cologne and mist spray.
He sat a little closer, still keeping a respectful distance.
“Careful,” he said as I stood up, nearly losing my balance on my way to the restroom.
“Thank you,” I muttered, hurrying off before I embarrassed myself further.
I entered the bathroom and blew a frustrated air finally getting a little bit of privacy felt like heaven.
This was getting harder than I thought.
I slapped myself several times and I washed my face perhaps it would help with whatever I was feeling.
I looked at my face again reminding myself that it was just for a period of time and I would have to forget about him or this marriage.
“Diana”, he called me.
“I am coming”, I responded having been able to compose myself a little.
I entered the room to get to know the reason why he called me.
“Grandpa has asked to see us again so we will be going over at the hospital later”, he informed me.
I couldn't deny that I have also been anticipating my visit with him.
“Okay”, I replied.
He nodded his head in acknowledgement before leaving the room giving me space to finally breathe some fresh air.
I found my way to the shower and washed myself clean before heading down to the dining table to savour the meal that had been prepared by the chef and served by the maid.
I ate alone since Lucas cares more about work than anything else.
The maid walked in and as she was about to clear the table. I used the avenue to ask her if she could arrange lunch to be brought for him.
She did as I instructed and I sent it to him using his office address.
I began to prepare myself for the visit with his grandfather. It was already around the scheduled time that was set.
I wanted to appear my best since I would be going with Lucas who would be back in no time.
I chose a dress from the shopping I did previously.
I wore it and admired myself in the full-length mirror and didn't notice when he walked in on me.
I wondered how long he had been standing there for me not to notice until he coughed a little, causing me to turn around.
“Welcome”, I greeted him.
“Thank you”, he replied as he walked in.
A thousand and one thought ran through my mind.
“Grandpa is waiting…let's go”,
I followed him as we walked outside and headed to his sleek black Benz that was parked in the garage.
We both entered and the driver began driving down to our destination.
I didn't say a word as I operated my phone endlessly needing something to distract myself with.
Lucas averted his gaze to me.
“Thank you for the meal”
“You are welcome”, I replied with a smile.
My stomach fluttered with butterflies.
“I am glad you love it”,
But what he said next shocked me.
“Next time, don’t do what you weren’t told. Stick to the plan.”
My eyes widened in amazement. I was dumbfounded.
What I had planned as a harmless gesture. I couldn't believe he would take it in this manner.
We arrived at the hospital and I walked in to see grandpa.
My mood lightened as I saw him. The way he welcomed me brightened my mood so much that I forgot what he said to me earlier.
“How are you feeling grandpa?” I asked.
“I am great and I am really happy to see you my beautiful damsel”,
I smiled as he ushered me with praises, making me blush hard.
He held my hands and shocked me with his next word.
“When am I going to be expecting my grandchildren”,
My whole body trembled as he spoke those words. “Grandchildren”, I muttered
“Yes”, he responded.
Lucas cut in as he spoke.
“Grandpa, you should focus on getting better first,” his tone was calm but firm.
“My health will improve faster when I have something to look forward to.”
Lucas stepped closer. “We’ll talk about that some other time,” he added.
Grandpa sighed. “Fine, fine. You young people always think you have time.”
I let out a breath I didn’t realize I had been holding.
Lucas’s hand briefly brushed against mine as he helped his grandfather adjust his pillow.
I quickly pulled my hand away, clasping both hands together to steady myself.
“Have you been taking your medication?” Lucas asked, shifting the conversation.
“Yes, yes. The nurses won’t let me forget,” Grandpa replied with a playful grin.
After a while, Lucas checked his watch. “We should get going. You need to rest.”
Grandpa nodded reluctantly. “Alright. But you must both come again soon.”
As we turned to leave, his voice stopped us.
“And Diana…”
I turned back. “Yes, Grandpa?”
“Take good care of him. He may not say it, but he needs you.”
My eyes instinctively shifted to Lucas, but his expression remained unreadable.
“I will,” I replied quietly.
We walked out of the ward in silence.
The moment we stepped into the corridor, the warmth I had felt inside the room faded.
Lucas walked ahead, not once looking back to see if I was following.
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9.6
Brenda Vincent thought her biggest nightmare was catching her boyfriend cheating with her roommate on her own sofa.
But her life truly derailed after a drunken night led her into the bed of Bryon Reeves, the ruthless billionaire CEO and older brother of the student she tutored.
Trying to pay off the most dangerous man in New York with a crumpled twenty-dollar bill was her first mistake.
Fleeing the hotel, she accidentally rear-ended his custom Maybach. Bryon used the massive repair bill to blackmail her into being his fake date, parading her at a gala just to make his sister-in-law jealous.
When Brenda finally snapped and fled the humiliation, only to be rescued by his biggest corporate rival, Bryon's twisted possessiveness turned completely destructive.
"If you feel kidnapped, call the police. But your teaching license will be permanently revoked."
He didn't just threaten her. He systematically dismantled her life, using his influence to force the university to freeze her tenure and suspend her without pay.
Brenda couldn't understand why this terrifying man was going to such extreme lengths to ruin a simple tutor who just wanted to be left alone.
Now, stripped of her career, her income, and her independence, she was forced into the sprawling Reeves Manor.
Hearing the heavy mahogany door lock from the outside in her signal-jammed bedroom, Brenda's panic slowly morphed into a cold, clinical rage.
She was trapped, but she refused to be his helpless pawn.
7.8
Helen was finally brought back to the luxurious Gallagher estate as their long-lost blood relative.
But her new family didn't welcome her; they looked at her with undisguised disgust.
The matriarch mocked her stench of poverty, while her step-sister Candice treated her like a feral animal. The patriarch, Fredy—who had built his empire by betraying Helen's mother—tried to break her spirit. He blackmailed Helen into attending a high-society gala by threatening to cut off her grandmother's medical funds.
At the gala, Candice squeezed into a diamond-encrusted gown, desperate to seduce the guest of honor, Damian Montgomery. Damian was the most powerful man in New York, and he was currently tearing the city apart looking for a mysterious woman named Jane.
Overhearing this, a sick, greedy smile spread across Candice's face. She planned to impersonate Jane to claim Damian's wealth and completely crush Helen under her heel.
"Hide in the corner tonight. Don't you dare try to speak to anyone important!"
They all thought Helen was just a helpless, uncultured country girl they could easily manipulate and step on to secure their stolen legacy.
What they didn't know was that Helen was the real Jane. She was the lethal shadow who had saved Damian in the woods, shattered his grip, and robbed his highly guarded vault just the night before.
Helen calmly adjusted her simple black dress and stepped into the ballroom, ready to tear their stolen world apart.
8.0
My abusive step-family isolated me completely, holding my mother's medical funds hostage to control my every move.
Yesterday, they finalized my sale.
"You will marry Rudy Petrov next month. He is fifty, wealthy, and willing to overlook your lack of pedigree."
Pushed to the absolute edge, I did the insane. I posted an ad online offering my life savings of $50,000 for a contract husband. A stranger named Brennan agreed.
But my family wouldn't let me go. They forced me back for a dinner by threatening my mother's life-saving prescriptions.
At the table, they relentlessly mocked my new "poor IT guy" husband and intentionally burned my hand with boiling tea.
Worse, the housekeeper locked me in a guest room and forced drugs down my throat so Rudy could come in and assault me.
I lay there paralyzed on the floor, bleeding from Rudy's slap, utterly terrified. I couldn't understand why my own family would throw me to the wolves, and I felt a crushing guilt for dragging an innocent, ordinary guy into my nightmare.
Until a pitch-black Maybach smashed through the estate's wrought-iron gates at eighty miles an hour.
My "poor" husband kicked the solid oak doors off their hinges, beat Rudy half to death, and carried me out into the rain.
I didn't know it yet, but the ordinary man I hired to save me was a ruthless billionaire, and he was about to erase my family's entire empire by morning.
8.9
For seven years, I hid my MIT Ph.D. and my identity as a top haute couture designer to be the perfect, obedient wife to billionaire Cornelius Lambert.
But on our anniversary, while I waited at home with a cold dinner, I found him at a Michelin restaurant with his childhood sweetheart, Halle.
My seven-year-old son sat between them, laughing loudly.
"Mom is too boring. I wish Aunt Halle was my real mom."
Cornelius didn't defend me. He just smiled and affectionately ruffled the boy's hair.
When I finally packed my bags and left, I accidentally triggered an old AI robot prototype Cornelius had given me years ago.
A hidden recording played his voice from the very night he proposed.
"Why marry her? Because she's easy to control. Halle doesn't want to settle down yet, so Cassidy is just a perfect, temporary shield."
Later, when I caught them being intimate in a dark parking garage and snapped a photo, Cornelius watched with cold, dead eyes as his massive bodyguard shoved me against a concrete pillar.
My arm was torn open, blood dripping onto the floor, as they forced me to delete the evidence of his affair.
For seven years, I filed down every sharp edge of my brilliance for a man who saw me as nothing but a pathetic, disposable placeholder.
My heart turned to absolute ice. He thought I was just a weak, powerless housewife.
But he forgot who he was dealing with.
As his luxury car drove away, I pulled up the hidden command terminal on my phone and recovered the encrypted cloud backup of the photos.
I looked at my lawyer with a bleeding arm and a cold smile.
"Let's go. Now, we have a weapon."
7.0
Eleanore thought her fiancé, Johan, was her only salvation after her family went bankrupt.
But at a high-society gala, he handed her a drugged glass of water. As the unnatural heat burned through her veins, the horrific truth hit her. Johan had isolated her and controlled her finances, all while secretly getting engaged to a wealthy heiress. He drugged Eleanore to ruin her completely, planning to lock her away as his helpless, secret mistress.
Desperate and losing her mind to the drug, Eleanore fled down the hallway. With Johan and his bodyguards hunting her, she stumbled into the dark presidential suite.
But she wasn't alone. Sitting on the leather sofa was Alexander Briggs—the most feared corporate raider on Wall Street, and Johan's exiled brother.
Outside the door, Johan was screaming, ready to drag her back to hell.
"I can be your antidote. But it's going to cost you."
The ruthless billionaire looked at her trembling body with cold calculation. He offered her a staggering deal: a three-month fake marriage to destroy Johan's empire, and in return, absolute protection and her father's massive debts paid in full.
She couldn't understand why the most powerful predator in New York would use a ruined girl as his weapon, but she knew she would rather die than let Johan touch her again.
When Johan finally broke down the door to claim his prey, Alexander calmly pulled Eleanore into his arms.
"Watch your mouth. You are speaking to my future wife."
9.0
Eileen woke up in a trashed hotel room, her head pounding with the pathetic memories of a despised Hollywood actress.
Outside the window, paparazzi were already screaming about her manufactured cheating scandal, but the real nightmare was waiting at her door.
Her paralyzed, billionaire husband, Carlisle Vinson, looked at her with pure disgust while his butler shoved a divorce settlement at her chest.
"Mr. Vinson is offering a severance package of fifty million dollars, provided you sign immediately and vacate the premises."
The original owner had left her an absolute mess.
Her trusted assistant had sold her room number to the press to frame her, and a playboy had scammed her out of her entire two million dollar life savings.
If she signed those papers and lost the Vinson family's protection, the breach of contract fees and her enemies in the industry would swallow her alive in days.
Eileen felt a cold fury override the original owner's lingering panic.
Why should she take the fall and be thrown out on the streets while the parasites who set her up lived out their wealthy fantasies?
She had died once, and she wasn't about to waste her second chance playing the victim.
Eileen slammed the heavy divorce folder shut right against the butler's chest.
"I'm not signing," she said with a terrifying, absolute calm.
She stepped behind her husband's wheelchair, ready to shield him from the cameras, secretly cure his dead legs, and make everyone who betrayed her bleed.