The Ruthless Billionaire's Unwanted Defiant Bride

Chapter 4

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ed herself to be steady as she slid it onto Alaric's finger. The two rings felt less like sy

bride," Father Mille

ric looked down at Aracely, his gray eyes hol

squeezed her eyes sh

kiss-cold, brief, and utterly devoid of passion.

false smiles. Aracely took his arm, the fabric of his tuxedo stiff and unfamiliar under her f

of smiling strangers, their congratulations

ll side vestry to sign the official marriage license. For a few moments, it was just the two

r ear. His voice was a low, menacing whisper, his warm breath a shocki

Mrs. Roy," he murmured, the

, her knuckles white

on, your every action represents the Roy name." His gaze swept over her, cold

paused, letting the weight of the threat settle on her. "...the Evan

hreat. A hot surge of fu

e met his eyes. They were like chips of granite, cold and unyielding. He meant every word.

turned back to the document and signed her name. The

rtips brushing for a fraction of a sec

out of the vestry, their publ

d. In one smooth, practiced motion, Alaric's arm snaked around her waist, pulling her flush agai

at it was: the first t

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The Ruthless Billionaire's Unwanted Defiant Bride

Mei Piaoxiang Modern

“My family's business was on the brink of collapse, and our only lifeline was my forced marriage to Alaric Roy, the city's most ruthless billionaire heir. I tried to sabotage the arrangement by acting like a vulgar gold digger in front of his grandfather, but the old man saw through my act and forced the wedding anyway. On our wedding night, I expected cold indifference, but instead, I got a warden. Alaric threw a fabricated background check at my feet, his eyes full of absolute disgust. He accused me of being a manipulative predator who conspired with his grandfather to trap him. To teach me a lesson, he called his assistant right in front of me and ordered the immediate, hostile takeover of my family's company. "Now do you understand your place?" he sneered. I was humiliated and terrified. I didn't want this marriage any more than he did, yet I was the one paying the price. He abandoned me that night, and the next morning, his past lover crashed the family breakfast. She waved a cufflink around, crying that Alaric had spent the night with her, waiting for me to break down in tears in front of his smirking relatives. Instead of crying, I took a calm sip of my black coffee and turned to the furious family patriarch. "Grandfather, your guest appears to be unwell. The family breakfast table is not the place for a psychiatric evaluation." If they thought I was just going to be a victim in their twisted family drama, they were dead wrong.”