The Ruthless Billionaire's Unwanted Defiant Bride

Chapter 3

Word Count: 622 | Released on: 30/06/2026

santries about the weather and the stock market. Then, in a casual, almost offhand tone, the old

ople just don't know how to appreciate

s brow. Any last, desperate thought of backing out evaporated. He relayed the c

arrived with a

r bedroom while a makeup artist n

tiful bride I've ever

face was a perfect, emotionless mask. The wedding dress was a masterpiece of

The light caught the custom platinum cufflinks at his wrists-a flash of cold fire. He looked at

frame. The smiling face of a teenage girl looke

ce thick. "I'm coming, littl

ed by the Roy family. The pews were filled wit

y felt like she was floating outside her own body.

her. He wore a perfectly tailored tuxedo, his shoulders

me she had ever lai

s side, he turned

hilling, analytical assessment. The look a man gives a known adversary. She saw his re

unwilling participants. In

ce echoing in the cavernous space. Aracely's mind

istraction. A muscle

ime for

this man, Alaric Roy, to be y

a heartbeat. Two heartbeats. She looked up into his eyes

ents. She thought of t

ond. When she opened them, th

aric. "Do you, Alaric R

o." His voice was clear,

w exchange

His fingers were like ice, devoid of any human warmth. He s

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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.”