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 5
David acted as if nothing had happened. "Continue the meeting," he said, his voice level and cold.
Seated closest to him was his first cousin, William Jones-the second Young Lord of the Jones family.
William leaned in, whispering, "Big brother, I heard Grandma. Did you really marry that girl... Chloe-something?"
David shot him a stony glare that could have frozen a volcano.
William rubbed his nose and sat up straight, not daring to ask another question. Inside, however, he was overflowing with sympathy. While the sons of the Jones family didn't need political marriages to solidify their status, this was the definition of a mismatch. Just because Grandma liked a girl named Chloe, her eldest grandson was forced to marry her?
Poor guy, William thought. I'm just glad I'm not the eldest. Otherwise, I'd be the one taking a stranger for a wife just to pay back Grandma's medical debt.
Chloe, unaware of the boardroom drama, dragged her suitcase toward her new home. Using the keys David had given her, she unlocked the door to Unit 808.
As she stepped inside, her breath hitched. The apartment was huge-certainly larger than her sister's place-and the interior design was undeniably luxurious.
She dropped her suitcase and began a self-guided tour. This was her home now.
The layout consisted of two living areas, four bedrooms, a kitchen, two bathrooms, and two spacious balconies. Chloe estimated the place was at least 200 square meters.
However, it was shockingly empty.
Aside from a sofa set, a coffee table, and a wine cabinet in the living room, there was almost no furniture. Out of the four bedrooms, only two had beds and wardrobes. The other two were completely bare.
The Lord bedroom was a suite, complete with its own walk-in closet, a small study, and a massive bathroom. Even with the partitioned spaces, the bedroom itself was large enough to rival the main living room.
This must be David's territory, she realized.
Chloe chose the other furnished bedroom. It was right next to one of the balconies, offering plenty of natural light, and was separated from the Lord suite by another room. This distance provided them both with a comfortable level of privacy.
As long as he doesn't ask to fulfill 'marital duties,' I'm certainly not going to bring it up, she thought.
After stowing her suitcase, she checked the kitchen. It was spotless-too spotless. There wasn't a single pot, pan, or utensil in sight. The balconies were equally barren. Since they were so wide, Chloe imagined filling them with potted plants and perhaps a swing chair where she could sit and read.
It was clear David never ate at home.
Now that she was living here, she needed to set up a functional kitchen. She hopped onto her phone and ordered a bulk of kitchenware and appliances. As for the furniture and plants, she decided to wait until David returned so she could ask for his input.
After all, it was his house. She was just a guest.
By the time she finished her orders, the school lunch rush was about to begin. She grabbed her keys and rushed back to the bookstore.
Her best friend, Sara, was waiting for her. "Chloe, where were you all morning?"
"I moved."
"Moved? Why? I thought things were fine at your sister's."
Chloe glanced toward the school gates. The students hadn't come out yet, so she took a moment to explain. "My brother-in-law wants me out. He keeps picking fights with my sister because of me. I didn't want to make things harder for her, so I left."
"But you pay for your food and rent! Why is he still complaining? He always seemed like a decent guy," Sara said, clearly annoyed on her friend's behalf.
Chloe sighed. "I give my sister 5,000 Dollar a month, but I tell her to save 3,000 of it in a secret account. We tell my brother-in-law I only give 2,000. My sister is a stay-at-home mom with no income; she has to ask him for every single penny. The more she asks, the more he looks down on her. I wanted her to have some emergency cash so he wouldn't have another reason to scold her."
Sara shook her head in frustration. "Men always say, 'I'll take care of you,' but when they actually have to do it, they complain about every cent. It's so unfair. Once a woman marries, she gives up everything for the family only to be treated like a burden."
"Once James starts kindergarten, Kate needs to find a job," Chloe agreed. "Economic independence is the only way a woman can keep her head high."
"But would your sister really let you move out just like that?" Sara asked. She knew how protective Kate was.
"I got married."
"Oh. Wait-WHAT? You got married? To who? You don't even have a boyfriend!"
Sara's voice rose to a shriek, attracting looks from a few passing students.
"I'll tell you later. It's a long story and the rush is starting," Chloe said, as a wave of students flooded the store.
The two were swept into a whirlwind of activity, selling stationery and reference books until the lunch hour ended. Only when they finally sat down to order takeout did Sara pounce again.
"Okay, spill it. Who did you marry? You didn't even give me a heads-up! We were supposed to be 'Single Queens' together!"
Chloe trusted Sara completely, so she laid out the whole story-though she admitted she knew very little about her new husband herself.
Sara stared at her for a long time before poking Chloe's forehead. "You've got some guts! You married a guy you met once? If you needed a place to stay, you could have moved in with me! My family has plenty of extra rooms."
The James family was quite well-off; Sara only ran the bookstore to kill time.
"And if you wanted to get married just to ease your sister's mind, you could have married my cousin! He's honest, kind, and has a great job. He would have married you in a heartbeat. Isn't that better than a total stranger?"
Sara frowned. "Are you sure that old lady didn't set you up? What if she faked the fall just to trap you?"
Chloe laughed. "Sara, your cousin already has a girlfriend. And Grandma Jones isn't like that. Even though I don't know Mr. Jones well, I can tell he's a decent man. Besides, I was just looking for a roommate for life."
Sara grumbled, "My aunt doesn't even like my cousin's girlfriend anyway... Look, marriage isn't a game. You can't just find a random 'roommate' to spend the rest of your life with. I'm telling you, Chloe, if your sister finds out the truth, she's going to be devastated."
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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."