Ruined Before The Wedding; Claimed By The Billionaire
Elena Vale's life is carefully controlled, molded by strict family expectations and an arranged marriage she never wanted. But the night before her wedding, a shocking betrayal turns her world upside down. One scandalous mistake leaves her publicly humiliated, her engagement broken, and her future uncertain.
Just when all hope seems lost, Adrian Blackwood, a powerful and enigmatic billionaire, offers her a lifeline: a contract marriage. Thrust into a world of wealth, power, and danger, Elena must navigate his dominance, protect her independence, and confront those who seek to destroy her.
As tension and attraction build between them, Elena discovers her own strength and resilience, while Adrian reveals sides of himself he has long kept hidden. Together, they face betrayal, ambition, and jealousy, learning that love can emerge from the most unexpected circumstances.
In the end, Elena claims her dignity, her future, and a love forged on her own terms.
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Chapter 5
Elena
A loud bang echoed as the office door smashed against the wall. It flew open with such force that the frame shuddered. The sudden noise startled everyone nearby. Dust floated in the air after the impact. Nothing moved except the swinging door. Silence followed right behind the crash.
"Adrian, you cannot be serious!"
I froze. A figure rose by the doorframe - poised, exact, beyond reach. Stillness clung to her like a second skin. Every line of her posture refused compromise. The air around her seemed to pause, then step back. Her presence carried weight, each detail shouting control without a word spoken.
But her eyes? They burned. Her eyes drifted first to Adrian - then settled on me. Sharp. Calculating.
"So this is her," she said.
Not a question. A verdict. A shaky pause hung above the paper. The pen waited, just out of reach. I hadn't signed. Not yet. Footsteps carried Adrian upward, face shifting toward frost.
"You weren't invited in, Cassandra."
A twist tugged one corner of her mouth upward. The grin sat wrong on her face - sharp, knowing.
"Not invited?" she repeated. "Since when do I need permission to walk into your office?"
A quiet tap came from her shoes as she moved ahead, each step firm on the surface below. Then silence between strides, just before another deliberate motion broke it again.
"Or have you forgotten who stood beside you before all this?" The page caught her gaze, resting there between us.
Now it happens like never before Her composure cracked. "You're replacing me already?" she asked. That word landed with more force than expected.
Replacing. The pen moved down, inch by inch. A quiet pause settled as my hand eased its grip. "I'm not replacing anyone," I said quietly. Her eyes passed over me as if I were air. As if my presence there made no sense.
"You must be the scandal bride," she said. "The one who couldn't even make it to her wedding without ending up in another man's bed."
That remark stung more than expected. Enough already, Adrian snapped.
Yet Cassandra kept moving.
"You're marrying her?" she continued, disbelief turning into anger. "After everything we built?"
Forward she moved again, one step at a time.
"After our engagement?"
My breath caught. Engagement? I looked at Adrian.
"You were engaged?" I asked.
His jaw tightened.
"It ended."
"When?" Cassandra snapped. "Because last week we were choosing venues." Silence fell. Heavy. Uncomfortable.
Fear gripped me when the paper slid out of reach.
"So this is what this is?" I asked softly. "Damage control? For both of us?"
Staring straight at me, Adrian didn't blink once. "This has nothing to do with her."
Cassandra let out a laugh - sharp, like glass cracking under weight.
"It has everything to do with me."
Holding her arms tight, she raised her chin slightly. The way she stood showed quiet resistance. Not a word came out, yet everything felt spoken. Her posture alone made the moment heavy.
"You can't marry her, Adrian. Do you have any idea what this will do to your reputation? To the board? To the investors?"
That look landed on me once more. "She's a scandal."
A weight dropped into my chest, heavy and slow. It stayed there, spreading quiet across everything. Into the space he moved, Adrian filling every corner with his quiet intensity. The air shifted without warning.
"My decisions are not controlled by you," he said coldly. "Or the board."
Her eyes flashed.
"You're making a mistake."
"Leave."
Sharp that word. Ended everything. Yet Cassandra stayed still.
Then she looked at me. Slowly. Deliberately.
"You think this is protection?" she asked quietly. A strange edge in her voice caused a knot in my gut. "He doesn't protect people," she continued. "He uses them."
For only a moment, her gaze grew gentle Not with kindness. But with warning.
"And when he's done... he walks away." The room felt colder. Then she smiled.
A grin that knew too much, sharp at the edges. It lingered like a warning tucked into silence.
"And you won't even see it coming."
The sound of her heels tapping grew fainter when she pivoted, stepping away.
The moment she stepped through, the doorway closed. Behind her now silent, just a latch clicking into place. Silence followed. Thick. Suffocating. My eyes turned toward Adrian.
"You were engaged," I said. "It's over." "That didn't sound over."
Now it's happening - I saw it.
Suddenly, a flicker of doubt crossed his face. A small break appeared in how he held everything together. "This arrangement is separate from my past."
A small sigh slipped through my lips. "And what am I?" I asked. "A rebound? A strategy?"
Still fixed ahead, his eyes stayed locked.
"You are a solution." What stung wasn't deception - it was truth. A real answer landed with more force than a made-up story ever could.
No affection. No apology. Just truth. Cold. Precise. I glanced again at the agreement.
Beyond those walls - my hands held empty.
A space like this one gave me control, kept me safe
And danger. Fingers closed tight on the pen once more.
"This changes nothing?" I asked. "No." Firm stood the word.
Certain.
But then - A gust pushed through as the latch clicked loose once more.
Cassandra stood there. She hadn't left. Now her eyes looked deeper, almost shadowed.
Colder."If you sign that," she said quietly, "you're not just marrying him."
Fingers stopped, just hanging there. A sudden stillness took hold without warning.
A look passed between us, steady and unblinking. My eyes held hers without moving.
"You're declaring war."
The air shifted. Something unseen. Something dangerous. But this time - My eyes stayed fixed. Still watching.
Her eyes found mine. And smiled.
"Then I guess," I said softly, "you should prepare for it." Her expression hardened.
Adrian said nothing.Yet my skin caught the weight of his stare. Watching. Measuring. Waiting. Down went the tip onto the sheet. My name appeared in ink. And this time - I didn't hesitate. I signed.
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7.7
Eva Brooks, a 25-year-old woman, was set up by her best friend. Her fiancé broke up with her and demanded compensation for allegedly cheating on him.
Eva had a one-night stand with the richest CEO in Dominic City, Ethan Owen. He was arrogant and offered her a job as his secretary.
As his secretary, Ethan couldn't shake his fondness for Eva. He became obsessed with her, worrying that she was cheating on him.
He broke up with his fiancée to become engaged to Eva, but will his fiancée let him go? Will Eva accept a relationship with her boss?
8.3
For three years, I hid my identity as a billionaire heiress to build a life with the man I loved. I gave up everything to support Ben's career, believing we were creating a future together from the ground up.
The day before our engagement, I overheard him with his boss, Haylie. He called me a "stepping stone," a poor, simple girl he was using to climb the corporate ladder and get closer to her.
He laughed about our "humble" life and mocked the silver ring on my finger, calling it a necessary prop. He was sleeping with her, taking credit for the multi-million dollar deal I secretly engineered, and saw my love as a naive distraction.
The man I sacrificed my entire world for saw me as less than nothing. My love didn't just die; it turned into ice-cold rage.
So I walked out of his life and straight into the arms of my family's biggest rival.
He offered me a deal I couldn't refuse.
"Marry me," Jaxson Banks said with a smirk. "And together, we'll burn their world to the ground."
7.4
Evelina Barrett was the legitimate daughter, yet she was framed for a disgusting sex scandal, expelled from the Ivy League, and locked out of her late mother's massive trust fund.
While she was thrown out to rot on the streets with a jagged, hideous red scar covering half her face, her father and step-family were throwing a lavish charity gala to celebrate her total ruin.
They laughed as they officially published her disownment notice in the Times to cut her off forever.
"Without the school halo, that ugly freak will be begging on the streets by tomorrow," her sister Aspen sneered.
Her stepmother Annabella toasted to taking out the trash, perfectly happy to steal Evelina's inheritance while ignoring the fact that Evelina knew exactly how they had murdered her mother.
For years, Evelina had been locked in a dark basement, abused by bodyguards, and treated worse than a stray dog.
Why should she, the true heir, suffer in the gutter while the leeches who destroyed her life enjoyed the wealth that rightfully belonged to her?
She refused to be their victim anymore.
Washing away her fake scar to reveal her true, breathtaking face, Evelina blackmailed New York's most lethal billionaire into marriage to secure the ultimate shield.
Then, she put on a black mourning dress, ordered a dark web ghost crew, and climbed into a heavy semi-truck.
At exactly 6:00 PM, she smashed through the iron gates of her family's elegant gala, delivering three pure black coffins directly to the lawn.
8.9
Debora went to prison to protect the man she loved, only to end up a paroled convict living under the roof of her abusive foster parents.
When they found her positive pregnancy test from a one-night stand, they threatened to kick her out and send her straight back to a cell.
Just as they were about to report her, the stranger from that dark hotel room suddenly appeared.
He paid her foster parents one million dollars to marry her and take her away.
Debora thought she was finally safe.
But the moment they were alone, he looked at her with pure, venomous hatred.
He didn't want a wife; he wanted a prisoner.
He believed Debora was the ruthless murderer who had destroyed his life in a car crash, and he planned to make her suffocate in her own despair.
He didn't know she was just a scapegoat.
To survive and protect her baby, Debora found a job at a bridal shop, only to run into the real culprit—the man who actually drove the car and framed her.
He was now happily engaged to a wealthy heiress.
They deliberately ruined a priceless wedding gown and blamed it on her.
"Kneel on this floor and apologize, or I'm calling the police to revoke your parole!"
Why did she have to rot in hell for his sins, while the man she married wanted to destroy her?
Just as her trembling knees were about to touch the cold marble floor, the heavy glass doors were violently shoved open.
Her billionaire husband strode in like a force of nature, his eyes locked onto the wealthy couple with a terrifying, destructive rage.
8.4
Elia was an orphan from the rust belt, taken in by the wealthy Chapman family in New York.
To them, she was just a shameful charity case.
The parents shoved her into a dusty storage closet, treating their other daughter Geri like a delicate princess, and mocked Elia as uneducated trash.
When Elia secured her own admission to Manhattan Elite Prep, Geri's jealousy turned vicious.
Geri orchestrated a massive smear campaign, posting anonymously on the school forum that Elia was a violent dropout who sold her body to a sugar daddy to pay tuition.
In the cafeteria, the school's elite dumped dirty milk on Elia's food.
They called her a whore and told her to go back to the streets, while Geri watched from afar with a victorious, innocent smile.
They thought she was just a helpless stray dog who would easily break under their high-society cruelty.
They had no idea she was actually "L", the dark web's most feared hacker, and "The Surgeon", a genius medical anomaly.
They also didn't know she was currently tracking a dying Wall Street billionaire who had stolen her only necklace in a dark alley.
What made these arrogant rich kids think they could destroy a girl who played with international firewalls for fun?
Instead of crying, Elia calmly pulled out her phone.
Within seconds, she breached the school's server, locking every screen in the building onto a blood-red skull.
As Geri's own recorded voice plotting the fake rumors blasted through the PA system, Elia grabbed her bag, stepping back into the shadows to reclaim what was hers.