The Billionaire Unexpected Bride

ng, a maze of glittering chan

harp as shattered glass, rose from her seat. "Guards! Arrest her

t me explain!" My voice cracked, but the guards were already advancing. Before they

demanded, her voice cutting through the murmurs. Her finger pointed at me, accusing, unrelen

t me. "Speak, girl!" she snapped, her face red with anger. "Where is my daughter?" "I... I don't know," I stammered, my

oomed through the hall, freezing everyone in place. I tu

voice firm. His mother rounded on him, her face twisted in fury. "Andrew, what are you doing? She impersonated your fiancée! She's

" he asked, his voice low and dangerous. "Where is Celia?" I swallowed hard, my th

of judgment. I wanted to scream, to explain, but my tongu

as she read the message, her face turned pale. With

silent. The words echoed in my ears, each one sinking like a stone into my chest. Celia's mother gasped, clutching her chest. Her knees bu

lled into fists. His gaze flicked to me one last time bef

rom every word. "You've disgraced my family. Stay away from us. By tomorrow, this sham of a marriage will be annulled." She swept out of the hall, her husband

brace. "You did what you thought was right. None of this is your fault." "But I should have refused," I cried. "I should've said no to Celia." "You couldn't have known this would happen," she said, stroking my hair gently. "You can't change the

ck at the hotel where everything had unraveled. I needed to coll

ear the bar, a half-empty whiskey bottle dangling from his hand. His tie hung loose, and his usua

im. "I just want to help." "Help?" He scoffed, his laugh hollow. "You've done enough." I sighed, taking in the mess he'd become. "Come on," I said gently, grabbi

at the vulnerability in his tone. "She begged me to," I admitted. "She said she couldn't go through with it." His eyes searched mine, confusion and hurt swirling within them. Then, witho

oldly, shaking me awake. "Andrew?" I mumbled, still groggy. "What were you thinking?" he snapped, his voice like ice. "Was this your plan all along

d my eyes, but I refused to let him see them. I gathered my t

refused to leave me. Weeks later, when the letter summoning me to court for the annulment arrived, I felt my world tilt

old and detached, as though I was nothing. But before the proceedings could begin, dizziness wa

t," he said. The world seemed to stop as I looked between Andrew and his mother