The Ruthless Billionaire's Unwanted Defiant Bride

Chapter 7

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thick duvet, the impact muffled. The humiliation was a phy

g. To be reprimanded by his grandfather lik

r. He needed to reclaim some sembl

is own wedding feeling like a costume for a farce. He pul

e door. It was his olde

underous expression. "Alaric, don't do anything rash," he sa

night? You mean the night I was shackled to a wom

person," Theo argued gently. "Mayb

his wallet and the keys to his McLaren.

nd staircase when Mr. Hayes

ful but firm. "Theodore Sr. requested th

him," he said, his voice dangerously low, "that if he wants to see the Roy famil

one thing his grandfather valued less

, a guttural snarl that shattered the peaceful silence of the estate. He floored the acc

shed helping Aracely out of her wedding dress. The heavy

it-the violent scream of

me to see a pair of red taillights streak th

as g

bandoned her on t

wasn't heartbreak. It was the profound, soul-crushing

the door brok

t the doorframe, arms crossed, a

night as a married woman." She savored the words, letting them hang i

g tears, or anger, or so

t none

Then, slowly and deliberately, she closed the door in Jea

against the solid wood, the mask of strength finally falling away, lea

city lights a blur. He was heading for his private

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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.”