Billionaire's Unlikely Bride

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ed with dark wooden panels. Charles leaned back in his chair, a glass of whisky in his hand, while Michael gazed thoughtfully at an ol

th so far," Michael said with a big smile spr

holding the same excitement as Michael's. "This alliance between our

on the wall. "The marriage would be between our firstborns, your so

t you think it's about time I met your wife?" Charles asked, a curious look in his

ad guy, Charles; you know the circumstances surrounding our marriage. You are the only o

like. But I'm sure once she gives birth, everything will fall

he only one I trust to keep my family safe, in case something happens to me.

rmly. "I give you my word, Michael. I will make sure

ween the Barrett and Pre

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s finally returning from France after so many years. But the circumstanc

e exuding an air of confidence and authority. He adjusted the cuffs of his tailored suit, his expression unreadable as his polish

er, Charles Barrett awaited him as he quietly gazed down at the documents in front of hi

dent in every step. "Why would you do this Dad?" Mason dem

eeted his son with a nod, igno

on't, don't act like you're happy to see me because you and

to focus and get your life back on track. You were a mess, and I did you a favor." Charles repli

g you care about is yourself," he retorted, his voice low and full of resentment. "

not even three months after that, you remarried. You made me end my relationship with Darcy, and w

kes after your mom died, but I did what I thought was best for you. As for Darcy, I didn't threat

id you change the deal we had before I went to

just didn't read the whole thing befor

riend, has nothing to do with me," he said, his voice shaking with fury. "You can't go around gambl

nd unyielding. "It's not that difficult. Your mother and I knew nothing about each other when

d, his voice filled with disbelief. "Last time I checked, you don'

than capable of running the company, and I'm sure he'll do an

in had always been a rival, someone he had never been able to full

you've chosen, so it means I'm free to marry whoever I chose," M

mile playing on his lips. "You have 48 hours to bring the girl you want to marry

his voice filled with determination. "By the way, Father, I al

t let his son break the promise he made to his friend Michael. But before he co

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eagerly anticipating the marriage that had been arranged so many years ago. Blair stood in front of the mirror, admiring her reflection. Her shoulder-length hai

ting glint in her eyes. "Remember, darling, you must be on your best be

own the aisle. "Don't worry, Mom, I'll make sure to impre

g to bed. She was passing by her mom's room when she heard Blair and her mom discussing. At first,

dain. "I can't stand her presence in this house any longer. I want her out of our

d her away in the first place. But you, being the kind-hearted person

" she replied, her voice softening slightly. "Mr. Clinton came to me with an amaz

old man with 3 wives, and everyone in New York knew of his thir

e said, her hatred for Raven evident in every word. Although Raven didn't like how her sister s

n looks like he's probably gonna die any moment. So she deserves

patient. "He's been on my case for a while now; I have him wrapped around my fingers. He does eve

she meant was that he was her sugar daddy. Raven was grossed out when she tried to pictur

ten on her face. "I don't understand, baby. W

r, she'll manipulate him into giving her all his wealth, and I'll just be forgotten," she explained, her

hest as she absorbed the shock

m. "That's not a problem, darling," she said soothingly. "You'll ha

can't wait to become a part of that family," she gushed, her mind a

tomorrow," she said, her tone gentle but firm. "As for Raven, I'll final

r mother force her into a marriage with Mr Clinton. Her mother had made it clear that sh

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g on his time in France and his fiance, Candice. The night was

sed to her a week before he returned to New York, and he was planning to reveal his identity to her a day before their wedding. Candice is a famous model in France. To her, Mason was just a random

s phone, his fingers hovering over Candice's contact. After a moment of hesitation, he pressed