My Billionaire Fiancé, You Don't Deserve Me
Marrying Theron Draix in a few days was a life long dream come true.
For seventeen years, I'd loved him, revolving my life around him, and in just three days, we should be married.
"Let's break up. I won't be attending the wedding," he said.
My life shattered in that instant.
Finding out he was in love with my adopted sister was worse. They had played me and controlled my emotions.
At the end, Mireya had killed me.
If I was given a second chance, I would never love Theron and never trust Mireya.
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Chapter 1
AURELIA
"I'm going to be honest with you, Aurelia. I don't have the intention of getting married to you."
The coffee cup slipped from my hand slightly, dropping onto the table. A few drops of the content slipped out as my lips shook.
"Wh...what?"
"I don't want you to be tricked into agreeing to love me," Theron, my supposed fiancé to whom I'd been engaged for five years, said calmly. I had always known he'd been a calm man, and maybe that was what made the punch in the gut deeper. The fact that he sat opposite me, in his suit and tie, so neatly fixed around his neck, made me feel a stirring in my stomach.
"Why are you telling me this now? When it's just three days to the wedding?"
"Because I'm not attending it."
The flat tone sent the stab deeper, slicing against my heart effortlessly. My fingers trembled slightly, and I folded them into fists.
"Theron, we've been dating for five years and...and," my voice shouldn't tremble, "you are just telling me you can't marry me. That doesn't make sense."
"It does," Theron said. "Logically, the fact that I am breaking up with you before the marriage is better than you coming into a loveless marriage itself."
Loveless.
My heart pounded recklessly against my ribcage, "Y...ou don't love me?"
"I tried to," his palm smoothly went over his dark brown hair, just like it did whenever he was frustrated, "but, Aurelia, no matter how I act, my heart knows the truth."
"And it took you five years to find that out?" My voice had gone slightly higher, pulling the attention of those at the nearest table. They glanced at us and then back to their food.
Theron's eyes narrowed. "I thought you knew."
"Thought I knew?" I repeated, pressure building at the back of my eyes. I blinked, trying to keep the tears out of my eyes, but how could I?
I've had a crush on Theron for years, ever since my family moved into the city the moment their business boomed and they became millionaires. When the news of the proposal came between our families, I'd been excited, rushing over to meet him. He hadn't looked too excited about the news, but he hadn't pushed me away.
He had been with me throughout the biggest milestones of my life: my high school graduation, my award-winning art in college, my 25th birthday had proudly been sponsored by him, with dandelions lining up the place...so why, why exactly was he saying this? Why had he done all of that if he wasn't interested in me, if he didn't love me?
"This is a joke, right?" My own voice sounded ridiculous even as I spoke. I knew Theron; he didn't do jokes. He had hardly smiled since the first day I knew him, to the extent that I could count how many times he had smiled in my presence on one palm. But still... I hoped Theron would say that there was a camera somewhere and all of this was a prewedding joke to make me laugh.
"Aurelia.." My name almost came out as a groan from his lips. The kind someone would say when their younger sister was acting out of character. "I'm being serious. This is not a joke."
"I wanted to tell you in time, because I won't be available for the wedding. I didn't want to leave you hanging on the altar," he spoke like he was doing me some kind of favour, by informing me just three days to the wedding that he wanted out.
"Where are you going?" I asked, a crooked smile tilted my lips as I stared at him. The pressure kept building up, and I swore to myself that I would disappear into the floor before I cried in front of Theron. He had never seen me cry before, because I thought that would upset him, but it was different this time. The reason I wasn't crying was that I wanted my pride intact even as I walked out of this building.
"On a vacation," Theron sipped out of his coffee, "it's been long overdue."
"I've never seen you on a vacation, Theron," I said. "But you are going on one when we are supposed to be getting married. Isn't that crazy to think?"
"I expected you to understand, Aurelia," he said in a dismissive tone, like my concerns meant nothing to him. "Don't drag this out."
"I'm not dragging anything out, Theron. I just didn't expect you to be this stupid and selfish!" I shot. "This can destroy the perfect image you have tried to keep clean all these years and my own love..." I trailed off, biting my tongue slightly.
Don't be stupid, you can't blackmail him into marrying you, Aurelia. He was right. Breaking this crazy situationship was better than getting married.
I grabbed my bag, getting up from my seat with more force than necessary.
"I need your help, Aurelia," Theron's voice came coolly.
I scoffed. "You are ridiculous. You broke up our engagement and expect me to help out? You must be sick in your head to do that."
"Please," his voice came again, making me freeze on my feet.
Even now...now when he had betrayed me so deeply, Theron still had control over my heart. Because how could I suddenly wrench out the heart I'd given years ago in just one day?
I bit my lower lip tightly before I asked the question. "What do you want?"
Just one thing, just this last thing. At least, I'll be able to pay for him fighting my bullies off when I was in high school. Maybe after doing this last thing, I would dare to take my heart back from him. And if I couldn't, then I would pull it out of me and cut off the cords... letting him hold it forever.
His throat bulged slightly as he swallowed. For the first time, Theron was nervous.
"Could you tell the press that you broke off the engagement?"
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7.9
I woke up in a sterile hospital room, my head split open from a horrific car crash.
But the pain in my skull was nothing compared to the memory burned into my retinas just before the impact: my billionaire husband, Dawson, walking into a luxury hotel with a woman who looked exactly like his dead first love.
When Dawson finally arrived at the ward, there was no panic or relief in his eyes. He just coldly looked at my bloody bandages.
"Your reckless driving just forced me to postpone the quarterly board meeting."
Even our seven-year-old son, who I almost died giving birth to, didn't spare me a single glance. He kicked my hospital bed in annoyance.
"The Wi-Fi here is garbage. You're a bad mom! Dad said Aunt Angelita should be the one living with us!"
My blood turned to ice. For five years, I had bent over backward, wearing the hideous pale dresses he picked, starving myself to maintain a fragile figure, all to be a perfect, obedient substitute for a ghost.
And this was what I got. An unfaithful husband who would rather bury me in debt than grant me a divorce, and a son who wished I was dead.
The weak, subservient Charlene died on that wet asphalt.
When the doctor pointed to Dawson and asked for his name, I looked at my husband with a hollow, defensive stare.
"Who are you?" I whispered.
Using retrograde amnesia as my shield, I was going to tear their perfect world apart.
9.0
Adaline Poole thought she had escaped her family's toxic corporate grip by moving to London and adopting a stray cat named Monty.
But when she returns to her empty apartment, her father delivers a chilling ultimatum: he has kidnapped the cat and will euthanize it by morning unless she accepts an arranged marriage with Barron Cooke, a notoriously elusive billionaire.
Her entire family becomes complicit in her sale. Her mother demands she secure their elite status, and her brother secretly spies on her social media to feed Barron her every move. Horrified to discover Barron is a thirty-three-year-old "fossil" twelve years her senior, Adaline resorts to sabotage. She goes to a Soho club, takes a scandalous photo with a frat boy, and sends it to the old billionaire to disgust him into canceling their upcoming dinner.
But her rebellion backfires horribly when the frat boy spikes her drink with a powerful narcotic. As her body burns with a terrifying, feverish heat, she collapses in a dark corridor. Stripped of her phone and betrayed by her bloodline, she is left utterly defenseless as a predator approaches to drag her away.
Suddenly, the heavy fire door is kicked open by a towering, terrifyingly handsome stranger who effortlessly neutralizes her attacker.
"Please... help me," Adaline begs, deliriously throwing her burning body into his arms.
She has absolutely no idea that the handsome savior she is clinging to is Barron Cooke himself.
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.
9.7
"Sign it. You're no woman if you can't give me an heir."
Niamh gave Marcus two years of her life, her unwavering loyalty, and her silent love. In return, the billionaire CEO served her divorce papers and a one-way ticket to the gutter.
Cast out into a rainy night with nothing but the clothes on her back and twelve dollars, Niamh’s story should have ended there.
Instead, she stumbled on a stranger in the rain.
In an attempt to save him, he kisses her senseless. He is the last Lycan King standing, and a man of terrifying power, yet he is haunted by a seven-century curse.
When the king has a taste of Niamh in the pouring rain, he knew he had to keep her for himself, even though she was human and it was against the laws of their kind not to mingle with humans.
The King needs her essence and Niamh realizes she could use her body to get what she wanted; revenge on Marcus and his mother for humiliating her and making her waste her time.
Now, the woman Marcus discarded is rising as a global conglomerate queen and a Divine Enchantress as assigned by the Moon Goddess.
While her ex-husband’s empire crumbles into bankruptcy and his body rots with a shameful curse, Niamh is learning that being "claimed" by the King is much more than the contract she'd initially made with him.
He wanted to use her as his cure. She wanted to use him for her revenge.
But in the Lumina Realm, the Goddess has other plans.
9.3
He was supposed to be my brother. The cold CEO everyone feared. The man who controlled the entire country's business world.
But one night, he looked at me and calmly destroyed everything I thought I knew.
"We're getting married."
I laughed, but he didn't.
Now every door in my life is closing, every choice is disappearing, and the one man I'm not supposed to love refuses to let me go.
Because to Lucien Hale, this was never forbidden. It was inevitable.
And the most terrifying part? The closer I get to him, the harder it becomes to run.
9.5
Janet woke up gasping, the phantom fire of a deadly explosion still scorching her lungs. She had been reborn three years in the past, on the exact day her mother forced her into a marriage contract with Gaylord Bradford, a paralyzed and severely disfigured billionaire.
Before she could even process her second chance, her cousin Kandy kicked the bedroom door open, flaunting a massive diamond ring. Kandy, who had also been reborn, smugly announced she had stolen Janet's Wall Street golden boy fiancé, Jax Adler.
"You're going to marry that paralyzed monster," Kandy spat, gloating that she would build a billionaire dynasty with Jax while Janet wiped drool off a rotting corpse. Kandy expected Janet to have a complete mental collapse, completely unaware that Gaylord's own medical team was secretly injecting him with lethal neurotoxins to finish him off.
But Janet only felt a cold, clinical pity. Kandy's "prophetic" memories were a polluted lie. Jax was actually sterile and dying of irreversible kidney failure, while Gaylord wasn't a dying freak—he was a dormant god whose body was merely in a high-dimensional hibernation. Why would Janet mourn losing a doomed fraud?
Leaving her delusional cousin behind, Janet packed her bags and headed straight to Gaylord's maximum-security military cell. She physically tackled his corrupt doctor, drove three bio-electric silver needles into the crippled king's spine to awaken his deadened nerves, and looked him dead in his glacial blue eye.
"Sign the marriage contract," Janet whispered. "I will make you walk again, and we will take back everything."