Married To The Billionaire At First Sight
Chloe Bishop never imagined her blind date would end in marriage-to a complete stranger. Expecting nothing more than a calm, respectful life, she instead gained an oddly clingy husband who never left her side.
Stranger still, every problem she faced vanished the moment he intervened. His excuse? "Just good luck."
But Chloe's world shattered when she saw a televised interview with the city's richest billionaire-a man identical to her husband, openly devoted to his wife.
And that wife... was Chloe herself.
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Chapter 2
David didn't argue after hearing her answer.
He simply took out his ID and placed it on the counter.
Chloe followed.
From start to finish, neither of them spoke another word.
The clerk glanced between them again and again, visibly uneasy. They had registered countless couples, but this was the first time it felt like witnessing a corporate merger rather than a wedding. No smiles. No nerves. No excitement.
Only cold efficiency.
The clerk cleared their throat and dropped a few careful hints, clearly hoping one of them would hesitate.
Neither did.
With no legal grounds to refuse, the stamp came down.
Thud.
Two red marriage certificates slid across the counter.
David flipped through his briefly, then handed one over.
"This is yours."
"Thank you."
That was it.
No congratulations.
No photos.
No holding hands.
They walked out together like colleagues leaving a meeting.
Outside, David stopped and waited for her.
He reached into his pocket and took out a set of keys-already prepared.
"The apartment is in Square Garden," he said briskly. "Grandma mentioned your bookstore is near Toronto Middle School. It's about fifteen minutes by bus."
He studied her for a moment. "Do you have a driver's license?"
"Yes."
"Good. If you want a car, I'll handle the down payment. You take care of the monthly installments. It'll save time."
Then, without waiting for her reply, he continued.
"I'm busy. I leave early, come back late, and travel often. You don't need to take care of me. Household expenses-I'll transfer money to you every month on the tenth."
He paused, eyes sharpening.
"One more thing. For now, this marriage stays secret."
Each sentence landed clean and decisive.
Like clauses in a contract.
Chloe didn't mind.
This marriage was a solution-not a romance.
She accepted the keys. "I have an e-bike. Just changed the battery. No need for a car yet."
After a brief hesitation, she asked, "Do we need to go AA on expenses?"
Her sister and brother-in-law had loved each other once-and still ended up arguing over every cent. Since she and David were strangers, splitting costs felt... safer.
David answered instantly.
"No."
He met her eyes. "I married you. I can afford to support this household."
Chloe smiled faintly. "Alright."
Still, she made up her mind to pay for groceries and daily necessities herself. Even a contractual marriage needed balance.
David checked his watch again. "I need to get back to the office. I can lend you my car, or you can take a taxi and I'll reimburse you."
"Let's exchange WhatsApp first."
They added each other.
"I'll take a taxi," Chloe said. "Go ahead."
"Contact me if anything comes up."
Before leaving, David pressed two hundred dollars into her hand.
She tried to refuse.
One look from him-and she obediently accepted.
The newlyweds didn't even walk to the parking lot together.
David left first.
Inside the van, Grandma Jones immediately sensed something was off.
"Where's my granddaughter-in-law?" she demanded. "You went in together. Why are you alone? Did you scare her off?"
David fastened his seatbelt and tossed the marriage certificate onto her lap.
"It's done. I gave her money for a taxi. I have a meeting."
"You heartless child!" Grandma snapped. "At least drive her home!"
The doors locked.
"Grandma," David said coolly as the engine started, "I married her because you wanted it. Don't interfere beyond that."
His eyes darkened.
"I still need to observe her. Until she passes my test, this isn't a real marriage."
Grandma stared at him in disbelief. "The Jones family does not divorce!"
"Then that depends," he replied coldly, "on whether the wife you chose is worth a lifetime."
Ten minutes later, the van stopped at a quiet intersection.
Waiting there was a fleet of luxury cars.
At the center-an unmistakable Rolls-Royce.
David stepped out, tossed the keys to a bodyguard, and said, "Take the Old Madam home."
"I'm not leaving! I'll live with Chloe!" Grandma protested.
Too late.
The Rolls-Royce door closed.
The motorcade disappeared into traffic.
David Jones-corporate executive on paper-was in reality the crown prince of Toronto's business empire, the head of the city's wealthiest family, a man worth hundreds of billions.
Grandma Jones clenched her cane, eyes glinting.
"Stubborn brat. I hope you fall so hard you regret every word."
She immediately called Chloe.
"Chloe dear, David is busy. Don't take it to heart."
Chloe touched the marriage certificate in her pocket. "I understand, Grandma. I'm already on my way home."
"Still calling me 'Grandma Jones'?"
"...Grandma."
The old woman laughed happily. "Good girl. If that boy ever bullies you, tell me. I'll deal with him."
After all-she hadn't worked this hard to trap a granddaughter-in-law just to let her grandson scare her away.
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7.6
The heavy prison gates clanged shut, ending three years. I scanned the empty lot for Julian, my fiancé. Deserted.
Biting December wind my only welcome. Calls to Julian, father, mother: unanswered/disconnected.
Shivering, Julian's tracker showed an unfamiliar Long Island estate. A freezing cab left me penniless; I walked through the blizzard. Through a mansion window, I saw Julian, my stepsister Clara, a small boy—a perfect family. Julian, who hated children, doted on him, and Clara wore *my* engagement ring.
I overheard Julian's call: he, my father, conspired to frame me for Clara’s medical error, saving their company and future. My family hadn't just abandoned me; they plotted my destruction.
A delayed text from Julian popped up, lying about a "cross-border meeting," promising to pick me up tomorrow. Despair vanished, replaced by a cold, terrifying smile. Typing "Understood," I turned from their stolen life, walking into the blizzard, fueled by burning rage.
7.1
"Don't you want to see how manly your husband is, honey?" he whispered huskily, his voice tinged with seduction. Even in his madness, he licked the tip of her ear as he nibbled it gently.
His breath was hot, and the tip of his tongue was rough, sending shivers down her spine. She tried to break free, but it seemed that her strength was no match for his.
"You're hurting me, Ace!" she snapped as she squirmed. Seizing the opportunity from his loosening grip to escape from him.
However, before she could spin around, he slammed her body violently against the glass wall again, causing her to whimper as her nose hit the glass.
He was nothing but a heartless fucking gay man.
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Sierra Carlson is a hot and gorgeous model trapped in a loveless marriage with Ace Valentino, a man who keeps a shocking secret of being gay and will never love her. Forced to marry Ace solely to cover up his dark side, Sierra feels her life has been taken hostage by a twisted, possessive man who is arrogant and has a hidden agenda for himself.
Ace Valentino is the CEO of Valentino Enterprise, known for his public image as a man of mystery. No one knows that he secretly identifies as gay. He even forces Sierra, a model under his own company, into a loveless marriage, and even worse, he has a secret lover working under the same company.
Will she be able to win over her gay husband, or will she and Ace forever be stuck in this ridiculous marriage filled with drama and lies?
7.1
Barrett handed me a Montblanc pen and a legal document, his voice as cold as the rain lashing against his Tribeca penthouse. He told me to sign an admission of guilt for an SEC violation I never committed.
"Eighteen months in prison, Anaya," he said, adjusting his cufflinks without looking at me. "The trust fund is set up. You'll get twenty million dollars the moment you step out."
I was being sold. The man I had loved for ten years, the man whose secrets I had kept, was trading my freedom to save his merger with Adele Townsend. He had scrubbed the digital logs of Adele’s illegal trades and pinned everything on me. When I refused, he didn't see my heartbreak; he only saw a malfunction in a business transaction.
"Do not speak her name," he hissed when I mentioned Adele’s fraud. "This merger is bigger than you."
He forced the pen into my hand, calling me dramatic while his security guards dragged me to a locked bedroom to "cool down." I spent three days parched and starving, listening to the muffled sound of champagne corks popping down the hall. They were celebrating my destruction. My heart finally gave out in that luxury cage, the darkness swallowing me as I realized I was nothing more than a disposable asset to him.
I died in that room, alone and betrayed by the person I trusted most. How could he do this? How could a decade of loyalty be worth less than a stock price? Why did I let him treat me like a sacrificial lamb for so long?
GASP. I shot up in bed, my lungs burning, but I wasn't in the penthouse. I was in my old, peeling Brooklyn apartment, and the date on my phone was May 12th—three years ago.
My phone buzzed with a text from Barrett: "Where are you? Bring the Townsend files. Now."
A cold, cruel smile touched my lips as I typed the reply that would start his nightmare.
"I quit."
9.4
Prologue.
I've loved him as long as I can remember.
Hardin. My father's best friend. The man who seems untouchable, unlovable to every woman. But for me? He's everything.
Thirty-Five. Handsome. Calculating. Billionaire.
And yet, he remains single.
What could I do? I'm just Elena. Twenty-two years old. His best friend's daughter. Someone who shouldn't even think of loving him. So my first love became my hidden secret.
But now? I'm out of college, and I've vowed to chase my dream.
I joined his company, not for work, or for ambition. But for him.
To stay close. To make him fall for me.
Forbidden love is a dangerous game, but I'm willing to take the risk.
Will I succeed?
Will my love break through every rule and boundary?
I don't know.
But I'm ready to find out.
9.6
A billionaire art collector purchases a mysterious 19th-century portrait and begins having vivid dreams about the woman in it. After a near-fatal accident, he realizes the portrait is connected to a tragic past that mirrors his present life. As he grows close to a woman who looks exactly like the one in the painting, he must uncover the truth behind the portrait before history repeats itself.
Can love survive centuries of secrets and mistakes? And will he finally find the courage to fight for the woman in front of him, or will the past destroy them both?
#mystery
#lovetriangle
#hero
#betrayal
7.9
Everyone knew Kristine loved Colton. Still, his heart clung to a woman overseas-someone he spent most days with, now pregnant with his baby-and Kristine still asked him to marry her.
On their registration day, however, he never came; his "true love" had flown back.
Seven years of loyalty later, Kristine walked away, blocked him, and left his city.
Colton didn't blink-until he saw her at the courthouse, arm-in-arm with another man, and the proud CEO went pale. He went after her, desperation overtaking him.
"I'm sorry. Please give me another chance."
She snapped, "Could you stop? I'm already married."