The Billionaire Proposed
Penelope's wedding day should have been perfect-until she found her best friend in her fiancé's bed.
Running from the ruins of her future, she fell into one night with a stranger whose touch felt like safety. No names. No future. Just escape.
Until two pink lines changed everything.
Years later, Penelope returns with twins, a stronger heart, and no plans to fall in love again. But fate traps her in close quarters with a ruthless billionaire... who happens to be the man from that unforgettable night. He doesn't know she's the bride who disappeared. He doesn't know the children are his.
Old enemies want revenge. Old secrets refuse to stay buried.
And the man who swore he would never love... kneels.
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Chapter 2
Hearing those words didn't just shatter her; she felt the sting of betrayal cut deep.
Her hands trembled as she backed away, tears blurring her vision, her heart pounded as though it might rip her chest apart.
Still dressed as a bride, Penelope ran through the hallway like a ghost, carrying a broken heart beneath layers of white silk.
Trying to get as far away from them as possible, she ran to her apartment for her car keys, the elevator mirrors reflecting a bride who felt dead.
Strangers stared but she didn't seem to care, her heart racing faster than her thoughts. She got into her car and drove as fast as possible. Wanting to escape the thought of breathing the same air as them.
She thought of her wedding, but she couldn't go back. She didn't want to see anyone. She didn't want to face anyone-especially Hillary and Geoffrey.
I can't, she thought.
Tears blurred her vision as she drove, and she never saw the car slowing ahead of her. The crash came suddenly-tires screeching, metal slamming into metal, her body jolting forward as the seatbelt snapped her back into place.
Penelope sat frozen, heart pounding so hard it hurt. Her hands trembled uncontrollably as she looked around, disoriented. The air smelled like burnt rubber and dust.
Her car had stalled in the middle of the road, the front end crumpled, smoke curling lazily from the hood.
She blinked, forcing herself to breathe.
Then the other car door opened.
A tall figure stepped out of the sleek black vehicle she had collided with. He scanned the damage briefly before his gaze lifted and locked onto her.
Concern flickered across his face as he walked toward her, his footsteps steady. He knocked gently on her window.
"Hey," he said when she finally lowered it, his voice low and grounded. "Are you hurt?"
Penelope opened her mouth to answer, but nothing came out. The weight of everything-betrayal, humiliation-crashed over her all at once. Tears spilled freely as her body began to shake.
The man's expression softened instantly. "It's okay," he said quietly. "Just breathe. You're safe now."
"What way are you headed?" he asked softly, forcing himself to remain calm despite the inner storm raging within him.
Pen shook her head, she couldn't bring herself to say anything at the moment. She was in a mess.
"It's alright. Let me take you," he persisted. You can't drive and your car can't move an inch. The state is bad, he insisted.
Penelope remained silent, flashing images of Hillary and Geoffrey played in her mind, a reminder of her shattered world of perfection.
The man sighed, a hint of frustration in his voice. "Let me take you somewhere safe, or I'll leave you here, and the cops catch up with you. And I'm sure you don't want Penelope glanced up and the realization of what he said hit her. The cops are the last thing she needs right now.
"I'll go with you." she yielded.
"Great," he said. Gently, he opened the car and helped her out, hands shielding her shoulder and pulling her close to make her feel safe. Her bridal look had faded, and her bow trail was torn from running earlier.
Helped her to the passenger seat, as he instructed his driver to take care of her car and bring it along.
She picked a glance at him and realized how calm his expression was. He looks so good, she thought
He was handsome in a rugged way, with dark hair across his face. When he turned to look at her she met sharp blue eyes filled with curiosity.
"If I may ask, ma'am, where are you going?" he asked.
"Anywhere, just take me anywhere, please," she replied, voice barely above a whisper.
"He arched an eyebrow. "That doesn't sound specific," he said, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his lips.
Biting her lips, like a rush of wind she muttered, "Your home."
Surprised by what had just left her lips, she froze.
The man's smile disappeared, replaced by a look of utter bewilderment. My home? he echoed.
"What do you mean?" he asked.
"Anywhere you're going is fine, take me with you." she insisted.
He seemed so uncertain, but left with no choice. He drove to his hotel with so many questions on his mind.
The ride was slow and mostly silent as Pen sniffled, looking out of the window with racing thoughts in her mind.
They pulled up to a deluxe hotel, he turned and asked, "Are you sure you don't want to see a doctor?" His voice was wrapped with concern.
Penelope shook her head. Tears finally dried up.
The man hesitated but couldn't contend it, he sighed and said,
"Look, I don't know what's going on but if you need anything or you want to clear up your mind, you can talk to me, I'm right here to listen."
"Thanks," she mumbled, lifting her hands and helping her out of the car. He led her to his suite, leaving his driver to fix the cars.
In the suite, he helped her find a comfortable place on the couch and brought her a glass of water.
"Please can you get me normal clothes I need to change from this into something more simple," Penelope asked gently.
"Sure, I can do that, someone will be here in a minute," he replied.
Picking up his phone and calling someone to get a simple female dress and bring it to his suite.
What happened? Why were you crying he asked gently.
Penelope couldn't bring herself to tell him what happened, feeling too embarrassed, fresh tears spilling down her cheeks.
Sensing that she didn't want to talk, he rose up and told her, "I think you might want to freshen up, your makeup doesn't look good anymore."
"I'll put your clothes on the bed, you can change in the bedroom. I'll give you some time alone."
A few minutes later, he was surprised to see her in front of him with just the towel on her skin.
"What's going on? Do you need anything? he asked.
"Have sex with me, I want you in me," she stated bluntly.
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8.9
I was tossed into a dark alley like rotting garbage, bleeding and grieving the child I had just lost.
When I was finally brought back to my fiancé Angelo's penthouse, instead of comfort, I was met with absolute disgust.
His family declared me "unclean" after the kidnapping. Angelo coldly announced he was burying the scandal by marrying my sweet, innocent cousin, Carissa.
When we were alone, Carissa stood over my bed, her voice dripping with venomous delight.
"My father arranged the kidnapping. And now, Angelo and I can finally be together."
Before I could react, she forced a silver letter opener into my hand, deliberately stabbed her own shoulder, and let out a bloodcurdling scream.
Angelo stormed in, struck me across the face, and gathered a sobbing Carissa into his arms, looking at me with absolute revulsion.
The family matriarch appeared at the door, her cold eyes sweeping over the scene before she gave a chilling order to the maids.
"Clean this up."
They pinned me down and brutally drove the blade directly into my chest.
I choked on my own blood, staring at the man who had promised me the world as he turned his back, calling my murder a "mercy."
As my heart beat its final agonizing rhythm, I made a silent vow to the shadows that if there was a next life, I would have my vendetta.
When I opened my eyes again, there was no blood, only the soft silk of my nightgown.
I had returned to the day before my eighteenth birthday.
This time, I wouldn't play the desperate victim. I was going to ally with the Devil of Chicago and burn them all to the ground.
9.0
Colette stepped out of the federal prison, finally breathing the air of freedom after two agonizing years.
But instead of a bus home, a black armored SUV blocked her path. Ferris Vance's men kidnapped her right at the gates. He forced her to sign a marriage certificate, threatening to completely destroy her father's legacy if she refused.
The nightmare had only just begun. She soon learned her father had been driven to suicide anyway. Dragged into the Vance estate, Colette was beaten bloody by the family of Ellie, the girl she supposedly wronged. Ferris paraded her in a pure white gown for the cameras, playing the fiercely devoted husband. But the second the lenses turned away, he forced her into a coarse maid's uniform, making her scrub the freezing marble floors on her hands and knees.
"Your life isn't even worth the dirt on my shoes."
Ferris whispered those words as he threw his muddy boots at her bruised face. She was nothing but a piece of bleeding bait, a prop meant to lure his missing lover out of hiding. She was tortured and humiliated for a crime she had absolutely nothing to do with. The sheer injustice of paying the price for another woman's disappearance tore her soul apart.
When he cornered her in the bathroom, the last thread of Colette's sanity snapped. She hurled a bucket of filthy water right into his face, broke out of his grip, and threw herself out a window into a freezing storm. This time, she chose to escape, even if it meant death.
7.2
Five years ago, I, Claire Parker, ran away for love with Daniel Carter, the broke boy everyone looked down on. But on the very day we were supposed to leave together, he abandoned me.
Overnight, I became the laughingstock of the entire city and was forced into a marriage alliance with a terminally ill man, Ryan Cooper.
Five years later, my husband died, the marriage arrangement fell apart, and the Cooper family threw me out without a shred of mercy.
Meanwhile, Daniel, the man everyone once sneered at, returned home in glory and became the hottest rising name in the business world.
And somehow, he ended up becoming my boss.
I wanted nothing to do with him, yet he kept closing in on me, cornering me with sarcasm sharp enough to draw blood.
Then one day, Daniel caught me on a date with another man.
His eyes reddened instantly as he pinned me against the wall. "Claire... are you abandoning me again?"
9.0
To save her dying mother, Adaline walked into the Waldorf Astoria to deliver a shirt to her fiancé.
She didn't know her stepsister, June, had swapped her keycard. Adaline stumbled into a pitch-black suite and was brutally assaulted by a stranger in the dark.
The nightmare didn't end there. June paid off the only bone marrow donor for Adaline's mother to flee the city, and stole Adaline's fiancé. Bankrupt and desperate, Adaline was forced to sell herself into a loveless marriage with the ruthless billionaire Ferris Finch just to secure a medical team.
But when Ferris saw the dark, violent bruises covering her body, his eyes filled with absolute disgust.
"You make me sick. Pack up your cheap tricks."
He mocked her, calling her a filthy woman who couldn't even wash her lover's marks off before crawling into his house.
Adaline swallowed her pride and endured his cruel humiliation. When June publicly taunted her about the hotel assault, Adaline finally snapped, ending up handcuffed in a freezing police cell.
She thought she was completely out of moves, waiting to rot in prison while her new husband despised her.
But back at the estate, Ferris had just pulled the hotel's security footage.
Staring at the screen, the arrogant billionaire's face turned completely ashen.
He finally realized that the innocent woman he had destroyed in the dark that night, and the wife he was currently torturing, were the exact same person.
9.1
I was supposed to be celebrating my twenty-first birthday and my engagement to the man I loved.
Instead, I was bleeding out in a crushed car, listening to my fiancé Greggory and my stepsister Alta laughing over the car's Bluetooth.
They had cut my brakes.
As the steering wheel crushed my shattered ribs, they cheerfully clinked their champagne glasses, celebrating their hostile takeover of my family's media empire.
I tried to scream for help, but my lungs wouldn't work.
Then, Alta's sweet voice delivered the final, fatal blow over the speaker.
"Your mother? I took care of her too."
I died in the freezing rain, my heart frozen with absolute hatred as I realized every touch and whispered promise was just a calculated step toward my murder.
I gave them everything, treating them like my closest family.
Why did they have to kill my innocent mother? Why did I blindly trust two vipers who only wanted to drain my blood?
Opening my eyes again, the smell of gasoline was gone.
I was back in my bedroom, safe and unharmed, on the exact day of my twenty-first birthday party.
The day the tragedy began.
Downstairs, my murderers were waiting to spring their trap, expecting me to blindly accept Greggory's proposal.
But this time, I put on a blood-red dress, grabbed the photo of their secret affair, and walked down the stairs to choose a new fiancé—the most ruthless billionaire in the room.
7.6
For three years, I played the perfect, docile wife to Brendon Jimenez, desperate for the real family I never had as an orphan.
But during a high-society gala, I peeked through a cracked door and caught him sleeping with my best friend.
When I packed my cheap canvas bag to leave the penthouse, my mother-in-law blocked the door.
She dumped my clothes on the marble floor, called me a stray dog, and slapped me so hard my mouth bled.
Brendon just stood there, watching his mother humiliate me.
To keep me trapped as his perfect public prop, he even faked his mother's heart attack in a VIP hospital suite.
"Get on your knees. Kneel down right now and beg my mother for forgiveness until she decides to accept it."
I gave them my youth and unconditional loyalty, only to realize this prestigious old-money family was nothing but a rotting corpse built on dirty secrets.
I didn't cry, and I certainly didn't drop to my knees.
Instead, I pulled out my phone right in front of him and called my lawyer.
"File for an at-fault divorce. I have proof of his infidelity with Kaelynn Hudson. I want him ruined."
Then, I touched the matte black card hidden deep in my clutch.
It belonged to Kile Barrett, the ruthless billionaire shark my husband feared most, and I was going to use him to tear the Jimenez family apart.