Dumped And Accidentally Married A Billionaire
Synopsis
It still feels so unreal being dumped by my boyfriend at the courtyard on the day of our wedding.
David didn't show up and when I called him to know the reason why.
He told me right to my face that he had found love with another woman who happened to be my best friend.
My heart was shattered into a million tiny pieces.
I was wallowing in self-pity when I overheard Lucas talking on the phone about needing a replacement for the woman who has collected a part-payment to be his wife.
I agreed to be his wife without thinking twice wanting to get back at my Ex.
What would happen when two strangers' hearts intertwined?
And what started as an arrangement became a bedrock for something real?
Read to find out.
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Chapter Two
Lucas collected the marriage certificate from the judge and we both found our way outside.
It was time to take a photograph and I wasn't in the mood to smile, not after having my heart broken into pieces.
I still managed to smile as we both held the certificate as the photographer snapped us several pictures.
He handed the marriage certificate to me to hold. I saw my full name on it.
Diana Rodrigues and Lucas Bernard as he collected the soft copies from the photographer and made sure the hard copy will be brought when it is ready.
When he finished he reached to where I was still standing and waiting for him.
“Let's go home”,
My heart began to beat rapidly wondering what I must have gotten myself into.
As I followed him. He stopped in front of a Mercedes, one of the newer models.
I did not know much about cars but I could tell that this car was a very expensive one.
It looked exotic and expensive.
“Get in”, he voiced out.
I did as he instructed like a robot. The air conditioning in the car was so cool.
I couldn't help as I enjoyed the ambience but as soon as my mind drifted to David I couldn't help as a frown marred my expression.
“He is such a jerk”, I cursed.
Lucas averted his attention towards me.
“What did you say?”he asked.
“Nothing”, I replied as I didn't want to repeat myself because obviously there was no need.
“You should compose yourself properly as we are meeting my grandfather”, he remarked
“Why”,
I had expected to be taken to his house first not like I didn't want to meet his family but why so soon.
“Well…we just got married and I want to introduce you to my grandfather is there anything wrong about it”,
I could see clearly that he was a man that was used to getting things done his own way.
I was clearly exhausted and I knew that the last thing I wanted to do is to be anywhere other than taking a warm shower and lying down in my bed.
“Some other times”, I responded.
I could see that he wasn't ready to take no for an answer.
“Let's just greet him and that would be all”, he insisted, leaving me with no choice.
“Fine”, I replied reluctantly.
We arrived at a hospital and the driver stopped.
I was stunned.
“I should have told you earlier…my grandfather has a liver cancer so he is bedridden for now ”,
At that point he knew he had to open up to me if this was going to work out well for him.
“My name is Lucas Bernard”, he continued.
“My grandfather had been pleading on me to get married”,
“I had told my grandfather we have been dating for a year now and that's why we got married”,
I was totally dumbfounded. He snapped me back to reality with a question.
“What do you do?”, he asked.
“I woke as a chef in a restaurant”,
“You will tell my grandfather that you are currently schooling”,
I wondered how his grandfather would feel if he found out we were lying the whole time.
But I was already far too deep in this to back down now.
“What do you do?” I asked.
“You don't know me”, he asked totally in disbelief.
“Are you a celebrity”,
“No..I am not”,
I could see his expression hardened as it was the first time he met a girl who did not recognise him.
I could see that a lot of girls knew him and drooled over his pictures.
“I work in Lucas enterprises known widely in business and fashion magazines”, he said proudly.
“Which one of them?”I asked, totally clueless by the reference he just made.
The only reason I knew that such a name existed was because I had gone there to apply for a job as an assistant chef in one of their hotels.
I was never given but I kept on applying year after year while working at my current company.
“All of them”
“What do you mean by all of them?”I asked, my eyes widening beyond its capacity.
“I am the heir of the Lucas empire”,
“What!”,
Did I just get legally married to a billionaire?.
Lucas finished saying those words and began to walk inside the hospital leaving me still in awe.
I couldn't believe it as I held the ring he had given to me earlier at the court.
It was pure gold. I should have used it to guess how rich he was. The best David would have given to me was a stainless band painted gold still my heart yearned for it.
The ring fitted my finger so well like I was measured for it.
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8.9
I returned to New York for my welcome-home party, expecting a warm embrace from Edwin, my devoted fiancé of twenty years.
Instead, his first words to me were a cold, public warning to stay away from his new girlfriend, Kacy.
He stood in my family's hotel, shielding a girl I had never even met, and painted me as a vicious, jealous bully.
"She is very sensitive, Kaitlyn. Her background is tough. Please, be gentle with her. Don't upset her."
He humiliated me in front of our entire elite circle, allowing them to mock me as the aggressive, discarded ex while he carried her away like a fragile princess.
For twenty years, I had been his loyal shadow, fixing his mistakes and loving him unconditionally.
I couldn't understand how decades of deep devotion could be instantly erased by a few crocodile tears and a manipulative damsel act.
He was absolutely certain I would throw a tantrum, cry, and eventually crawl back to beg for his attention.
But he was wrong.
He didn't know that Everett Rowe, a billionaire tech mogul, had been patiently waiting five years to marry me.
He also didn't know that during my three years abroad, I wasn't just studying art—I became "K.B.", the ruthless Wall Street predator who could swallow his family's empire whole.
I calmly pulled out my phone, ignored the mocking whispers around me, and typed a single message to Everett.
"Yes. I'll marry you."
9.7
For three years, I endured being treated like a walking ATM and a maid by my husband's family, biting my tongue to keep the peace.
Then, my husband's buddy suddenly dropped off a nine-year-old boy at my front door.
The crumpled note from my husband casually explained it was his illegitimate son, blaming me for being barren and demanding I raise the kid as our own.
My mother-in-law was absolutely thrilled, parading the boy around as the true heir at the dinner table.
"Some trees just don't bear fruit, no matter how much water you give them," she sneered.
My brother-in-law cheered, and my drunk father-in-law demanded I cook a feast to celebrate.
They actually expected me to continue paying the mortgage, buying the groceries, and cleaning up their endless messes, all while raising the living proof of my husband's betrayal.
I looked at the parasites who had drained me dry for years, acting like they were doing me a favor by letting me stay in a house that my money paid for.
I didn't scream, and I didn't cry.
I simply called my lawyer to file for an immediate divorce, froze every single bank account and credit card they relied on, and drove off to my grandmother's secluded cabin in the woods.
Let them see how long they survive without my money.
9.2
Averie spent hours preparing a perfect third-anniversary dinner for her billionaire husband, Jarett Sharp.
Instead of celebrating, she received an anonymous photo of him intimately holding another woman.
When Jarett finally arrived, he didn't even look guilty.
"Candida. It's okay. Don't be scared. I'm on my way."
He simply took a call from his mistress, shoved Averie aside, and walked right back out the door.
That same night, Averie's father suffered a massive heart attack.
The hospital demanded a half-million-dollar deposit before they would operate.
But when Averie frantically tried to use the emergency medical trust card Jarett had given her, it was declined.
Jarett had deliberately frozen her access to the funds just hours earlier.
While she begged his assistant on the phone, Jarett refused to be disturbed, busy wrapping his expensive coat around his mistress in the hospital garden.
Averie collapsed in the hallway, realizing the man she loved was deliberately letting her father die.
In the end, a childhood friend stepped in to pay the bill and save her father's life, while her billionaire husband later pinned her to their bed, throwing a check at her and reminding her he had bought her for three million dollars.
Averie didn't shed a single tear.
She slowly ripped his check into pieces, left her massive diamond ring on the dresser, and walked out into the cold New York night with nothing but her old suitcase.
She pulled out her phone and dialed her old ballet professor.
She wasn't just going to leave Jarett Sharp. She was going to destroy him.
8.9
Debora went to prison to protect the man she loved, only to end up a paroled convict living under the roof of her abusive foster parents.
When they found her positive pregnancy test from a one-night stand, they threatened to kick her out and send her straight back to a cell.
Just as they were about to report her, the stranger from that dark hotel room suddenly appeared.
He paid her foster parents one million dollars to marry her and take her away.
Debora thought she was finally safe.
But the moment they were alone, he looked at her with pure, venomous hatred.
He didn't want a wife; he wanted a prisoner.
He believed Debora was the ruthless murderer who had destroyed his life in a car crash, and he planned to make her suffocate in her own despair.
He didn't know she was just a scapegoat.
To survive and protect her baby, Debora found a job at a bridal shop, only to run into the real culprit—the man who actually drove the car and framed her.
He was now happily engaged to a wealthy heiress.
They deliberately ruined a priceless wedding gown and blamed it on her.
"Kneel on this floor and apologize, or I'm calling the police to revoke your parole!"
Why did she have to rot in hell for his sins, while the man she married wanted to destroy her?
Just as her trembling knees were about to touch the cold marble floor, the heavy glass doors were violently shoved open.
Her billionaire husband strode in like a force of nature, his eyes locked onto the wealthy couple with a terrifying, destructive rage.
7.0
My chest tightened with anticipation, five years of shared struggle culminating in this moment at the Manhattan penthouse banquet. But Chace, my partner, didn't look at me; he turned to Karyn, sliding his family's heirloom emerald ring onto her finger. Then, his voice echoed through the hall, dismissing me as "nothing but an asset under my name to provide entertainment."
My smile froze, the room erupted in laughter, and a cruel kick sent me sprawling, spraining my ankle on the cold marble floor. Karyn mocked me, but it was Chace’s icy gaze that truly shattered me. He dismissed our past, threatening my mother’s grave and my father’s life if I didn't "stay in your place and be an obedient dog."
The man I bled for, starved for, fought for, was a complete stranger, a monster veiled in cold disdain. My heartbreak bled out, replaced by a reckless, destructive madness. This wasn't just humiliation; it was an execution.
Retreating to the lavish restroom, my mind sharpened. I unblocked a forbidden number, a name whispered with terror in the New York underground: Keith Mosley. My text was brief: "I am ready to pay my debt." His reply flashed, stark and dominant: "The price is marriage." This wasn't a price; it was my knife.
9.5
Gina was locked in Blackwood Asylum for five years, framed as a violent lunatic by her own wealthy family.
Her brother suddenly dragged her out, but not to save her. He forced her into an arranged marriage with Kerr Brooks, the billionaire emperor of New York, just to save the Rollins family's failing company.
Back at the estate, her parents treated her like a biohazard. They showered her adopted sister, Hailie, with love and luxury, while forcing Gina into a freezing servant's room. They threw a brutal prenuptial agreement at her face and threatened to leak a deepfake scandal video to the press if she didn't play the perfect bride. To ensure Gina's absolute ruin, Hailie even ordered a maid to spike her dinner with a massive dose of LSD. They were ruthlessly sacrificing her to a man who was secretly in a deep, unresponsive coma.
"She is just a tool, Hailie. Do not waste your pity on a broken thing."
Her mother's cold words echoed in the foyer. They looked at Gina's faded jumpsuit and vacant eyes, fully believing she was a heavily sedated pawn they could easily manipulate and discard.
But they didn't know Gina was a master hacker, a lethal underground surgeon, and the secret owner of the world's top luxury brand. She neutralized the poison in seconds and slipped into her comatose fiancé's heavily guarded ICU. Disabling the secret neuro-suppressants keeping him asleep, Gina smiled in the dark. If they wanted her to marry a corpse, she would use his empire to bury them all alive.