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The Billionaire's Unwanted Genius Bride

The Billionaire's Unwanted Genius Bride

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Chapter 1 

Word Count: 1200    |    Released on: Today at 19:28

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vitation out of reach. Behind her, a line of Rolls-Royces idled beneath the early autumn s

read her name, his po

was the daughter of Vivian, Hayward Hopkins's second wife, an

had married into the wealthy Crawford family and managed its business empire under his late wi

e had willingly taken drugs and slept with several men. In reality, she had been drugged and framed. But before she could

his influence to have his own daughter com

the label of a lunatic

on to her, and she stepped away from the gate, her fingers b

e here to beg

nce, she followed the narrow pat

pushed open the heavy oak doors leading into the ballroom. Crystal chan

kward from ten, grounding herself in the cold brass handle

Nine.

e the memories. But neithe

in couture gowns noticed her and mov

one of the family's most influential socialites, Helen had never hidden her contempt for Elissa. "The l

been one of the people responsible for turning Elissa into a social outcast. To these people, Elissa

rvive people like Helen. Their insults were

oached in her strapless white wedding gown, red wine

Birdella's left earlobe cau

you got a pass from the mental

t, splashing wine on

ook a napkin an

ess, your hands

hed. She stepped close

have yourself today. Do

up. Her amber eyes set

spilling

ckered. Birdella

ched in a white haute couture gown. A delicate brown mole

estrate the scandal that ruined Elissa eight years ago. For years, she had been regarded a

ice trembling just enough to attract sympathy. "If the crowd make

t years ago, Alysia had worn the same innocent expression

as she looked at the woman

l as shamele

ry whispers broke out around them. Elissa watched without surprise. Alysia

. The crowd fell silent as Hayward Hop

r of hope rose in her amber e

is late wife, Celine Crawford-his pupil

?" someone whispered. "I heard he considers his yo

d Elissa and t

apologize for th

is daughter, his exp

rs of polite society, roll rig

the inside of her cheek until she taste

d her arm thr

ispered. "Cause a scene today, and you w

wered her

'll stay in

walked away with V

edge of the ballroom and kicked off her blisteri

a had rebuilt her life in silence. Under the alias Nova, she had pursued advanced economic resear

d. And numbers had given her the means t

erupted as the we

altar. The groom was wa

nc

curled aroun

liar face from her past. He was one of the key figures connected to

years trying to bury: blinding camera flashes, a d

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The Billionaire's Unwanted Genius Bride
The Billionaire's Unwanted Genius Bride
“I spent eight years locked in a psychiatric ward, framed by the very people who stole my life. Today, I was dragged out just to be humiliated at my stepsister's high-society wedding. But while trying to escape the suffocating ballroom, I accidentally crashed into Kurt Stewart, the ruthless king of Wall Street. Our wrists collided, triggering his family's three-hundred-year-old biometric legacy trust. The system instantly locked us into an irrevocable marriage. Kurt looked at me like I was filthy trash, convinced I had hacked the core code to trap him. My biological father saw a chance to secure billionaire capital and forced me to sign a brutal prenuptial agreement. When I tried to escape the city, my own family dragged me back, locked me in a freezing basement, and blasted me with a high-pressure water hose until my skin was covered in dark purple bruises. Meanwhile, Alysia, the woman who orchestrated my ruin eight years ago, faked a head injury to frame me again. "Not only are you shameless, you're rotten to the bone!" Hearing Kurt condemn me while holding her in his arms, my heart went completely cold. I didn't understand why my own blood relatives treated me worse than a stray dog, or why they would go to such sickening lengths to crush my last bit of dignity. But I was no longer the weak fool from eight years ago. Covering my bruises with a black velvet gown and painting my bitten lips crimson, I walked gracefully into the family breakfast, looked straight at the people who wanted me dead, and began my counterattack.”