The billionaires unintended Bride

: The Mor

had happened. The events of last night-wild, free, and reckless-felt like they belonged to someone else. A part of me wanted to wake up and pretend it was all just a dream, a temporary escape from the suffocati

oggy, the alcohol still clinging to my system. But something in me told me I should remember, something told me that this wasn't j

cognize the woman staring back at me. My makeup had smudged, and my hair was a mess, but it wasn't just the physical exhaustion that had chan

d still radiating that same quiet confidence from the night before. His eyes locked with mine, and for a moment, the

agnetic quality. It made my heart skip a beat, and I fel

rely a whisper. I wanted to say m

semblance of normalcy, I couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. The night we shared had felt like a whirlwind, a perfe

ly sure why it took me this long to ask

there was something gua

ds my father had spoken the night before echo

This couldn't be happening. My mind raced as I scrambled to process everything. Alex Vance. The man I had spent the night with

t my thoughts. "You're... You're Alex Vanc

e never quite reaching his

rushed back with brutal clarity. I was supposed to marry this man. The same man who had been a stranger to me just hours ago, who I had

, shaking my head. "Th

xpression. "It seems fate has a funny way of playing its hand," he said. There was no anger

paralyzed by the crushing weight of the situation. This wasn't just some one-night stand. This wasn't some spontan

re who I was asking-him or myself. Maybe I was hoping that he had

father and mine won't take kindly to anything less. We'l

wasn't, playing a role in my father's world of power and influence. But this-this was different. This wasn't just b

oing to pretend," I said, my voice shaking but determined. "I'm no

. Instead, he gave me a knowing look. "You're already

s as though my father and Alex had already made decisions about my future without even c

my chest tightening as I backed

to finish. I grabbed my purse and fled the room,

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entire world had shifted, and I was no longer a part of it. The reality of the situation was like a fog pressing in on me. My bod

dered a coffee, my hands shaking so much that I had to gri

ng, that everything was about to spiral out

t, pulling me from my though

Alex and his family this e

The clock was ticking, a