Secret Marriage to a Billionaire
By a twist of fate, they got married.
Before marriage, she thought he was just an Ordinary man, only to realize after marriage that he is a decisive, cold-blooded Vampire gaming genius with billions of assets with hidden secrets.
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Chapter 4
All eyes were drawn to the LaFerrari that had roared onto the campus. Though the school had seen its fair share of celebrities and alumni driving luxury cars, this particular car was a first for everyone.
Even Bailey Avery couldn't take her eyes off it, her gaze fixed in astonishment. This car could easily buy her a Maserati ten times over!
And to think, she had to pester Nick Edwards for ages just to get that Maserati.
The car door opened, and a man stepped out.
Kenneth Butler.
He was dressed simply in a pair of light grey linen pants and a white T-shirt, an outfit that was both casual and natural. But the face he revealed to the crowd was another matter entirely.
It was so devastatingly handsome it seemed almost supernatural. And his eyes, a startling blue, looked as if they could pull the very soul from anyone who dared to meet his gaze.
The moment Emily saw Kenneth, her eyes widened, and she wished she could find a hole to crawl into.
Could the world be any smaller?
They just slept together yesterday, and now they were running into each other today!
Kenneth walked calmly over to Emily, wrapped an arm around her shoulders, and pulled her possessively into his embrace.
Emily stood there, frozen like a statue.
Bailey was utterly confused. Did Emily get herself a boyfriend?
"Sis, who is this?" Bailey sized up Kenneth from head to toe.
"Uh..."
"Isn't it obvious?" Kenneth raised an eyebrow, a smug expression on his face.
Bailey smiled warmly and extended her hand.
"So, you're my sister's boyfriend? Nice to meet you. I'm Bailey Avery, Emily's sister."
Kenneth glanced at the outstretched hand and instinctively frowned, but didn't take it.
"Oh, so what?" Kenneth asked disdainfully.
Bailey was left in an awkward position by his words.
She quickly turned her gaze to Emily. "Sis, why didn't you tell me that you had a boyfriend? Now I can finally relax. I'm glad you've finally moved on from Nick. You were so heartbroken back then, not eating or drinking. I was really worried about you."
Emily knew all too well that Bailey couldn't stand her being happy. Even if she had a boyfriend, Bailey would try to ruin it.
Kenneth wasn't dumb either; he could sense the underlying meaning in Bailey's words.
"I need to get to the library. I'm not sticking around for this," Emily said, eager to leave.
"Alright then, I won't keep you. But when Nick and I get engaged, you must bring your boyfriend along," Bailey said, waving her hand before driving off in her Maserati.
Emily shot a sideways glance at Kenneth, brushed his hand off, and stormed towards the library with long strides.
"Hey!"
The crowd dispersed.
Emily swiped her card and entered the library, letting out a deep breath.
The library was strictly for students, and even students couldn't get in without their library cards. She really didn't want to see that man!
Emily wove through the stacks, finally tracking down the book she was looking for. There was just one problem: she wasn't quite tall enough, and the book was on the very top shelf.
She jumped a couple of times, but couldn't grab it. Just as she was staring at it, completely at a loss, a long, elegant hand reached past her and plucked the book from its spot.
Emily looked up to see Kenneth's mischievous smile.
"How did you get in here?"
"Easy," Kenneth replied with a smug grin, raising an eyebrow. "I just chatted up the girl at the entrance."
Emily gritted her teeth in frustration.
That girl at the entrance!
For the past four years, on rare occasion, she had forgotten her library card, that l; the librarian had been completely unmovable, stone-faced, no matter how much she begged or pleaded. And yet, she had let a total outsider in without a second thought!
Completely bewitched by that handsome face!
"We agreed to stay out of each other's way, didn't we? What do you want?" Emily whispered, her voice low.
The library was so quiet that any louder conversation would be overheard by other students.]
"You were right last night," Kenneth said." We rushed things. We should have figured everything out first."
"Rushed? What do you mean by "rushed"? Didn't we make everything clear?" Emily glared at Kenneth, her eyes burning with intensity.
Kenneth leaned in close, his lips brushing her ear as he whispered, "Are you implying I wasn't fast enough for you last night? Should I try to be quicker next time?"
Emily understood Kenneth's implication, and a hot blush crept up her cheeks. She bit down hard on her lip.
"What do you want?"
"I don't want anything. Just explain yourself. Why do you want to have a baby?"
Emily glanced at Kenneth, "THIS REALLY HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH YOU. Even if I am Pregnant, I won't cling to you. You can rest assured!"
As she spoke, Emily scanned the surroundings, worried that a classmate or teacher might come by.
Kenneth propped one arm against the bookshelf, his entire body blocking the shelves.
He lowered his gaze, staring at Emily's flushed face.
Emily looked up and met Kenneth's bright, sparkling eyes.
Those sharp, sculpted features, that perfect face, those sexy, thin lips...
Her face turned an even deeper shade of red.
This man was, quite simply, a devil.
Julia pushed against Royce's chest with both hands, but he didn't budge an inch.
Just as she was about to pull her hands back, Royce suddenly grabbed one of her hands, pressing it against his chest.
"If you want to touch, just say so. Go ahead,
don't stop. I won't charge you!"
EmilyAvery's face turned even redder, like a ripe tomato. She felt like she could hardly breathe!
"Who wants to touch you?!" Julia turned her head to the side.
"Then why are you blushing?" Kenneth
released Emily's hand, instead lifting her chin to turn her flushed little face towards him.
Emily tried to struggle, and although she was quite strong for a girl, she was up against a grown man!
Her strength was no match for Kenneth's!
"That hurts!" Julia felt like her chin was about to be crushed.
Only then did Kenneth let go. "So, are you going to talk or not?"
"There's really nothing to talk about! So what if you know? It has nothing to do with you! I'm begging you, just let me go. Let's just say we... had a one-night stand, and after this, we'll be strangers!"
"Oh... Is that so?"
Emily let out a cold snort, pulling out his phone from his pocket. He navigated to a photo in his gallery and showed it to Emily.
"Here. I've got something for you."
Emily's eyes widened in shock when she saw the photo on the screen!
She was completely naked in the photo!
And Worse, her skin was covered in hickeys.
She lunged for his phone, but he pulled it back effortlessly. "Now will you talk?"
"You scoundrel!" Emily glared fiercely at Emily. "How dare you take
secret photos of me!"
"Yes, I am a scoundrel," he agreed without a hint of shame. "And if you don't tell me what I want to know, believe me, I will make sure every single person in this university gets a copy of these photos."
"..."
"I've got even juicier stuff, by the way. Wanna see?"
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7.6
Kaylee's family was drowning in debt, and her stepmother locked her inside a freezing bedroom.
To save their bankrupt company, they decided to sell her off to a sixty-five-year-old man with a disgusting reputation.
They cut off her allowance and confiscated the only precious keepsake her dead mother had ever left her.
"Put on the engagement dress, or I will smash your mother's crystal box into a million pieces."
Terrified of the old man, Kaylee risked her life by jumping out of the second-story window into a violent storm.
She hit the muddy ground hard, twisting her ankle and tearing her skin on rusted iron gates as she escaped into the pitch-black night.
Dragging her bleeding bare feet across the cold sand, her lungs felt like they were filled with broken glass.
She didn't understand why she had to be the sacrifice for their endless greed, or how they could be so cruel as to hold her dead mother's memory hostage.
She had absolutely nowhere to go, and the old man's cars were already pulling into the estate to claim her.
Cornered by the blinding headlights of a motorcade on the beach, she threw herself at the feet of Ernest Blackwell, the most ruthless billionaire in New York.
"Marry me! You need a wife, and I need a husband right now!"
To buy her freedom and crush the family that sold her, she chose to sign a twenty-million-dollar fake marriage contract with the devil himself.
8.4
Cari Butler woke up in a damp, smelly dorm room, realizing she had transmigrated into the body of a disgraced fake daughter who had just been kicked out of a wealthy family.
Before she could even process her reality, the real daughter's friends kicked her door open to mock her, flaunting a custom Tiffany necklace that supposedly cost a mere eighty cents.
Cari thought they were crazy, until she saw the news: a top Manhattan mansion had just sold for a record-breaking $3,500.
The entire world's currency value had shrunk by ten thousand times!
This meant the original owner's bank balance of $854,000 gave Cari the purchasing power of eight and a half billion dollars.
But a mysterious system froze her funds, forcing her to work demeaning gig jobs to unlock the money bit by bit.
While working as a hotel server for twenty cents a day, she caught her ex-boyfriend kissing up to the real daughter, mocking Cari for being a desperate beggar.
Even her snobby roommates laughed at her, claiming she couldn't afford a ten-cent iPhone.
What truly angered Cari wasn't the humiliation, but receiving a five-cent transfer from her poor biological brother, who was starving himself just to keep her fed.
Yet, the system strictly forbade her from giving her unlocked billions directly to her family.
Looking at the restrictive system and the arrogant elites who thought they owned the city, Cari's eyes turned icy cold.
"If I can't just hand them the cash,"
Cari sneered, pulling out her phone to outright buy the luxury hotel and fire everyone who wronged her.
"Then I will just buy the entire world and place it at their feet."
9.6
Minutes before announcing her grand engagement, Darla caught her fiancé sleeping with her stepsister.
She publicly exposed them and canceled the wedding on the spot.
Furious, her adoptive mother demanded Darla marry a fifty-five-year-old predator to save their broken business deal.
"If you don't do exactly what I say, I'll let your father rot in prison for the rest of his life."
Desperate to escape her family's control, Darla grabbed a massive, intimidating hotel security guard she bumped into in the hallway.
She shoved all the cash in her purse at him—eight hundred dollars—and begged him to fake-marry her.
They signed the papers at City Hall that same day.
But the nightmare didn't end.
That evening, Darla received a cold phone call from the state penitentiary.
Her father had been found dead in his cell, and her company, owned by her ex-fiancé's family, fired her immediately.
They had taken everything from her, leaving her completely broken and sobbing on the floor of her tiny apartment.
She thought she had nothing left but a broke, fake husband to keep her company.
She had no idea that the "poor security guard" holding her in his arms was actually Anson Prince, a ruthless billionaire CEO.
And he was already making the calls to tear her abusers' empires to the ground.
9.2
Nica caught her boyfriend, Chris, and her best friend, Ella, in a shocking betrayal. Chris was kissing Ella while caressing her close, and Ella only smirked at Nica as if she had won. Nica got pissed off and swore she would not let their betrayal go unpunished. What happens next? Read the story and find out for yourself.
7.8
I was forty-eight hours into my shift, smelling of stale sweat and clutching a red-stamped bill for my mother's life support. As a scholarship intern, I was a ghost in the hospital, working myself to the bone just to keep her ventilator humming.
Then Dr. Thorne shoved a metal clipboard into my chest and ordered me to perform a surgical prep on a VIP patient for a circumcision. But the moment the cold betadine touched the man's skin, he lunged at me like a predator, his hand crushing my wrist until the bone nearly snapped.
"I'm here for a kidney stone. What kind of incompetent butcher shop is this?"
He wasn't a patient; he was Conrad Marks, a lethal billionaire, and Thorne had intentionally set me up to assault him. Within minutes, a five-million-dollar lawsuit was filed, and the Dean ordered security to shred my license and throw me out of the building.
My phone buzzed with a final notice: the facility was stopping my mother's meds at midnight because my payment had failed. I was a doctor who had just been framed and a daughter about to watch her mother die.
I didn't understand why Thorne would ruin me so casually, but with my mother's life on the line, I had nothing left to lose.
I slipped past the guards and back into the billionaire's suite with a set of silver needles and a desperate bargain. I stopped his agony in seconds, and when he looked at me with those cold, lethal eyes, I offered a trade: I would be the fake girlfriend his family demanded if he would save my mother and bury the lawsuit.
"Deal," he said, his grip on my waist tightening with dark possession.
I signed the contract, realizing I hadn't just saved my career-I had sold my soul to the most dangerous man in New York.
7.9
Erin woke up in her luxurious Fifth Avenue penthouse, three days after returning from the cold, sterile psychiatric hospital where her husband had locked her away.
On the night of their third anniversary, Crockett Winters came home smelling of his mistress's perfume, expecting his docile wife to serve him.
Instead of playing the obedient fool, Erin calmly exposed the million-dollar diamonds he had just bought for his lover.
Furious at her sudden defiance, Crockett tried to physically intimidate her, pinning her against a wall to reassert his dominance.
When his aggression failed, he threw a brutal divorce agreement on the table.
"Sign it, and you walk away with nothing. You can't survive without me, and you know it."
He sneered, convinced the ironclad prenup would terrify her. He thought her rebellion was just a pathetic, jealous tantrum, a desperate play for his attention while he continued to pamper his mistress.
He truly believed she was just a beautiful canary who would eventually crawl back to her gilded cage in tears.
But Erin didn't cry, and she didn't sign the papers.
Instead, she locked him out of the master suite and pulled out his unlimited Centurion card.
In a single night, she calmly spent ninety million dollars of his money to buy up prime real estate and hidden assets, taking the first step to build an empire that would completely destroy him.