The Billionaire's Bethrothed

nfusion and fear. The revelation of her pregnancy had left her reeling, and the weight of it pressed down on her like a million thorns in her flesh. She was lost in her thoug

ad changed. Tracy Carrie Delaney, her best friend forever. She was witty, social, with high tastes and a knack for getting into the elite circles. Though her choice of men left much to be desired, she had been with Ari all her life

ere, a curiosity about the life she had lived, the streets she had called home. His father's death had brought him back to New York, but this was a world he had never known. Lost in thought, a street u

oo late. She collided into him with enough force to mak

owed as he took her in-her disheveled appearance, the faint tremor in her hands. She looked up at him, startled, her wi

to retrieve her bag, her movements hurried and clumsy. She didn't spare a glance at the s

ing about her, the dreariness and uncertainty in her eyes. She was different from the pictures he had

one, especially not the rich. But the temptation got to her, so she turned at the street corner to get a glimpse of him and shock rooted her in place. It was the one and only D

unter leaving an inexplicable mark on his mind. He continued his walk, this

her nightmare was about to become a reality. There was a sleek expensive looking black car packed right in-front of her house and people gushed over the unusual sophisti

side and let herself into Ari's old 2 Storey house, her only inheritance after her dad's demise. Her friend was always dressed to kill but today it was clearly overboard, and Ari wondered how she could a

importantly, her scent! But the scene he had just witnessed left a weird feeling in his mind. The woman he bumped into earlier and the woman who just walked into the house couldn't be the same. They looked the same but how was it possible? Thirty minutes earlier, she h

about. Arianna seemed to have multiple lives, and he had to find out all he could abo