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 3
"I will, Grandma."
Chloe answered easily-but she didn't believe it.
No matter how kind Grandma Jones was, David was her blood. If a real conflict ever broke out, would the Jones family truly protect an outsider?
Chloe had seen this story before.
Before her sister married, her in-laws treated Kate like a princess. They praised her, spoiled her-so much that even their own daughter felt jealous.
But the moment the marriage certificate was signed, everything changed.
Now, whenever Kate argued with her husband, her mother-in-law was the first to scold her.
You're not being a good wife.
You don't know how to manage a home.
In the end, sons were blood.
Daughters-in-law were replaceable.
"You need to get to work, so I won't keep you," Grandma Jones said warmly. "I'll tell David to pick you up tonight. Let's have dinner together."
"Grandma, I close the shop late," Chloe replied gently. "Tonight might not work. How about the weekend?"
Weekends were slow-the only time she could breathe.
"That's fine," Grandma Jones said immediately. "We'll talk then. Go on."
After hanging up, Chloe messaged Sara, her best friend and business partner, telling her she'd be late for the morning shift.
Some things were more urgent than work.
She needed to tell her sister.
Fifteen minutes later, Chloe arrived at the apartment.
Her brother-in-law was already gone. Kate stood on the balcony hanging laundry, looking up in surprise. "Chloe? Why are you back? Aren't you opening the shop?"
"I'll head over around noon," Chloe said. "Is James awake?"
"If he were, you'd hear the chaos."
Chloe helped hang the clothes. The silence pressed in.
Eventually, Kate spoke. "Your brother-in-law didn't mean to drive you out. He's under pressure. And... I don't earn anything right now."
Chloe didn't respond.
Pressure or not, the message had been clear.
Her brother-in-law earned a high salary as a manager. He and Kate had been college sweethearts, once inseparable. After marriage, he had held Kate's hands and promised, I'll support you. Stay home. Rest. We'll have a baby.
Kate believed him.
She quit her job.
A year later, James was born.
Between childcare and housework, Kate lost time, energy, and herself. Three years passed. The bright, beautiful woman Chloe once admired became tired, overweight, and invisible.
Now, with no income, her husband demanded they split every expense.
Not because he needed the money.
Because he wanted control.
Chloe clenched her fingers.
She was five years younger than Kate. When she was ten, their parents died in a car accident. Since then, it had always been the two of them-no one else.
The insurance money should have secured their future.
Instead, their relatives carved it up.
The sisters survived on what little remained, scraping through school, renting tiny apartments, relying only on each other.
Kate married.
Chloe moved in.
And now, even that shelter was gone.
"Sis," Chloe said softly, "I'm sorry. I've become a burden."
"Don't say that," Kate replied immediately. "I'm your older sister. I'm supposed to protect you."
Chloe's throat tightened.
When she was small, Kate shielded her from the world.
Now-it was her turn.
She reached into her bag and pulled out a red booklet.
"I got married this morning," Chloe said calmly. "I came to tell you... and to pack."
Kate froze.
"You-what?"
Her voice shot up as she snatched the booklet. The photo inside showed Chloe standing beside a man she'd never seen before.
Handsome.
Cold.
Dangerous.
"Chloe! You don't even have a boyfriend!"
"I've been seeing him for a while," Chloe said smoothly, the lie already prepared. "His name's David. He's busy, so you never met him."
"He proposed. I agreed. We registered today."
She smiled. "He's good to me. Don't worry."
Kate's mind spun.
Suddenly, everything clicked-the argument last night, Chloe's silence.
Tears welled up. "I told your brother-in-law you pay your share. You don't have to leave. You don't need to rush into marriage because of us."
Chloe squeezed her hand. "It's not because of that. I'm happy. You should be happy for me."
Kate broke down.
After she finally calmed down, Chloe added gently, "I'll visit often. His place is in Square Garden-ten minutes by e-bike."
"What about his family?" Kate asked quietly.
Chloe paused.
She didn't actually know much.
"He works for a major group. Owns a car and a house. His situation is stable."
Kate's expression shifted instantly. "The house is his pre-marital property, right?"
Chloe nodded.
"Then you need your name on the deed," Kate said firmly. "That's your protection."
Chloe didn't answer.
The red marriage certificate felt suddenly heavier in her bag.
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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."