The Tycoon's Bride.

o him that night at the club. He had been just another guest, showing no particular interest in me as I got increasingly drunk and approac

I struggled to remember it all, it was all lost in the haze of alcohol, but one thing was clear: he was the

at he was indeed the man from that one-night stand. He seemed to enjoy the awkwardness of the moment as he continue

and now I understood why I had walked toward him in my drunken state. With his perfect brown hair, impressive physique, and features that seemed

I had never seen my parents so nervous and intimidated, especially my father, who seemed on the

e was a bit o

ore shifting his attention back to me. "But it doesn't matter anyway," he added

t me, maybe giving me a chance to escape my parents' clutches, but it seemed th

ed closer, leaning in to whisper in my ear, "And then I will make sure you pay for every last penny you

ng the house without another word to me. My parents quickly followed, trying to escort hi

I turned to her, glaring, and started to head up the stairs, but she grabbed my arm, pulling me back. "

atred. This woman was not the mother I knew; they were not my family

ers. In a month, he will be taking you away, but until then, I will be watching you every minute of th

expected, with my family doing everything they could to ensure I didn't escape. I tried to flee several t

the metallic taste in my mouth to my aversions to certain foods. Not to mention the mood swings and my sudden intolerance for specific smells. These symptoms felt similar to premenstrual symptoms, but this time, they were much stronger. The sore

illed with desperate prayers that it would come back negative. I followed the instructions car

lines were too obvious to be fake: I was pregnant. My heart pounded in my chest, and I felt n

t protection, only to catch him cheating with my sister. Then, Tristan and I had been intimate on the

d I was no