Matched To The Untouchable Billionaire King
Eileen Goff was a nobody, scrubbing diner tables to survive while her greedy family bled her dry.
On the eve of her twentieth birthday, the government's mandatory marriage algorithm matched her with a spouse.
It wasn't a plumber or a teacher. It was Harrison Butler, the ruthless, untouchable billionaire king of Butler Industries.
At the registry, Harrison's glamorous intended fiancée threw a half-million-dollar check at her.
"Take the money, get out of here, and never show your face again."
The registry supervisor even offered her a million dollars to sign a cancellation agreement, trying to erase her from the system.
At their first high-society gala, Harrison's stepmother and the fiancée locked Eileen in an empty room, plotting to humiliate her and prove she was just cheap trash.
Eileen was terrified and confused. Men like Harrison Butler didn't just accept federal matches with girls who smelled like fried onions.
But instead of abandoning her, Harrison smashed the door open, publicly banished his own family, and kissed her in front of the entire city's elite.
Why was this billionaire going to such extreme lengths to protect a complete stranger?
Then she overheard his assistant talking about a marriage clause in his grandfather's trust fund.
He didn't love her; he just needed a powerless, state-mandated wife to lock his parasitic family out of his empire.
Realizing she was a highly valuable pawn, Eileen stopped trembling, looked the billionaire in the eye, and spoke.
"I believe we can have more than just a legal relationship. We can have a business arrangement."
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Chapter 2
The next morning, the air in the Federal Marriage Registry was cold and sterile, smelling of floor polish and bureaucracy. Eileen sat on a hard metal bench, her hands clasped so tightly in her lap that her knuckles were white. She wore her best-and only-blouse, a faded navy piece she'd bought from a thrift store, and a pair of black slacks that were just a little too short at the ankles.
The high-ceilinged hall was empty, amplifying the sound of the large clock ticking on the wall. Each tick was a countdown to the end of her life as she knew it.
A clerk behind a thick pane of glass had informed her, without looking up, that Mr. Butler had not yet arrived. She was to wait.
So she waited. The minutes stretched into an eternity. A part of her prayed this was all a sick joke, that no one would show up, that she could just go home and pretend yesterday never happened.
The heavy glass doors swung open, and a wave of expensive perfume washed over the sterile air.
A woman strode in, her heels clicking decisively on the marble floor. She was dressed in a Chanel suit the color of cream, and every line of her body screamed wealth and power. Two imposing bodyguards followed a respectful distance behind her.
She slid her dark sunglasses off, revealing a face so perfect it looked like it had been sculpted. Her eyes, a sharp, intelligent blue, scanned the room before landing on Eileen. A flicker of disdain crossed her features.
Eileen recognized her instantly. Elianna Nelson. A name that was a permanent fixture in gossip columns and on society pages. The Nelsons were old money, and Elianna was publicly, though not officially, known as Harrison Butler's intended fiancée.
Elianna walked directly to Eileen, stopping so close that Eileen had to tilt her head back to look up at her.
"You're Eileen Goff?" she asked, her voice smooth but dripping with condescension.
Eileen didn't answer. She just met her gaze, her heart a steady, heavy drum in her chest.
Elianna let out a short, humorless laugh. "I don't know what kind of dirty trick you pulled to get your name into the system, but you need to understand your place."
She reached into her Hermès bag-a Birkin, Eileen noted with a detached sense of absurdity-and pulled out a checkbook. She scribbled a few numbers, tore the page out with a crisp rip, and tossed it onto the bench beside Eileen.
"That's five hundred thousand dollars," Elianna said, her lip curled in a sneer. "Take the money, get out of here, and never show your face again."
Eileen glanced at the check. The number of zeros seemed to blur. Half a million dollars. Enough to disappear. Enough to get her grandmother the best care, to finally be free.
But then she looked up at Elianna's smug, arrogant face. And something inside her, something that had been beaten down and dormant for years, hardened into steel. The memory of her panicked, sleepless night flashed through her mind-hours spent frantically searching online for every rule, every loophole, every horror story associated with the Mandate. That terror had armed her.
She smiled, a small, slow curve of her lips.
"Miss Nelson," she said, her voice surprisingly calm. "Are you sure you want to be doing this? I'm pretty sure trying to bribe someone out of a federal match is a serious crime."
Elianna's perfect face faltered, her smile tightening.
Eileen leaned forward slightly. "And I have to ask, in what capacity are you making me this offer? As Mr. Butler's... friend?"
She let the word 'friend' hang in the air, laced with just enough poison.
"I am his legally matched partner," Eileen continued, her voice gaining strength. "You are nothing."
Rage contorted Elianna's beautiful features. "You cheap, worthless tramp. How dare you speak to me like that?"
She raised her hand, the movement swift and angry, poised to strike.
Eileen didn't flinch. She held her ground, her eyes as cold as stone. "Go ahead. Every camera in this building is recording. Assaulting a federal match recipient carries an enhanced sentence."
Elianna's hand froze mid-air. Her chest heaved, her whole body trembling with a fury she was clearly not used to containing. She was a woman who got what she wanted, and she didn't know how to handle someone who wouldn't bend.
She slowly lowered her hand, her nails digging into her own palm.
"You just wait," she hissed, her voice low and venomous. "My aunt, Delphine Mays, will not let this stand."
Harrison's stepmother. The name clicked in Eileen's mind. So the resistance was coming from inside the Butler family. This wasn't just a random socialite protecting her territory. This was a coordinated attack.
The knowledge didn't scare her. It clarified things. She was a pawn in a much larger game.
Just then, a side door opened, and a flustered-looking man in a rumpled suit hurried out. He saw the tense standoff and his face paled.
He gave Elianna a nervous, almost subservient nod, then turned to Eileen, his expression a mask of professional concern.
"Miss Goff?" he said, his voice overly pleasant. "I'm Mr. Davison, the supervisor here. Could you please come with me to my office? There seems to have been... a small problem."
Behind him, Elianna's lips curved into a triumphant, cruel smile. It was a smile that said, You're finished.
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9.7
I ran through the freezing rain, desperate to escape the Pennington estate. My adoptive family had raised me for one purpose: to be sold off as a bargaining chip in a wealthy arranged marriage.
But before I could reach the highway, I was cornered. Not just by my family's cruel guards, but by Hollis Wall—a terrifying, ruthless billionaire who snapped my tormentor's wrist and dragged me into his car. He didn't want a ransom. He threw a prenuptial agreement in my lap.
I thought he was insane until he took a scalpel to his own arm, and a burning agony ripped across my flawless skin. Because of a near-drowning accident three years ago, our nervous systems were linked. Every time I bled, he felt the agony. He locked me in his fortress to keep me safe, but when I finally escaped back to my adoptive parents, they didn't protect me. Instead, my adoptive father smiled and showed me a live video of my biological father on life support, a guard's hand hovering over the plug.
"You will marry Douglas Cherry tomorrow, or your father dies," he sneered.
My own family was willing to murder my only real flesh and blood just to secure their wealth. I collapsed onto the cold marble floor, my heart crushed in a vice of absolute, suffocating despair.
"I'll marry him," I sobbed, surrendering to the darkness.
But miles away, in his dark study, the ruthless Hollis Wall violently collapsed to the floor, gasping for air as my severe panic attack bled directly into his chest. Our twisted bond was killing him, and I knew he would tear the city apart to find me.
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.
9.3
Elara Voss never imagined that a single mistake could turn her life upside down. A brilliant marketing strategist with ambition as sharp as her wit, she thrives on control, until the day she crashes her rival's luxurious wedding, causing a scandal that will haunt her in high society.
Enter Dante Cross: the notorious billionaire, charmingly arrogant, and impossibly handsome, the bride's brother. In a moment of impulsive defiance, he proposes an outrageous solution to save face: a marriage neither of them wants... but both are forced to accept.
Thrown together in a world of glitz, power, and unspoken secrets, Elara and Dante clash at every turn. Sparks ignite as pride battles attraction, and the closer they get, the more dangerous their connection becomes. With hidden rivalries, family secrets, and unexpected betrayals swirling around them, Elara must navigate a game of social intrigue and decide if love is worth risking everything.
Will their forced union survive the chaos, or will the very secrets that brought them together tear them apart forever?
7.8
On the day she married, Alina unknowingly took the place of the Hayes family's daughter and became Kellan's wife, the richest man in town who was rumored to be disfigured.
Everyone mocked their doomed marriage, expecting misery and disgrace.
Instead, Alina revealed brilliance no one expected-a renowned jewelry master, financial genius, and medical prodigy.
The woman the Hayes family ignored was actually the heiress they should have treasured.
As regret consumed them and her ex begged for another chance, Kellan stood beside her, now devastatingly handsome.
"Alina and I are perfect together. Stay away from my wife."
7.6
For three years, I played the perfect, docile wife to Brendon Jimenez, desperate for the real family I never had as an orphan.
But during a high-society gala, I peeked through a cracked door and caught him sleeping with my best friend.
When I packed my cheap canvas bag to leave the penthouse, my mother-in-law blocked the door.
She dumped my clothes on the marble floor, called me a stray dog, and slapped me so hard my mouth bled.
Brendon just stood there, watching his mother humiliate me.
To keep me trapped as his perfect public prop, he even faked his mother's heart attack in a VIP hospital suite.
"Get on your knees. Kneel down right now and beg my mother for forgiveness until she decides to accept it."
I gave them my youth and unconditional loyalty, only to realize this prestigious old-money family was nothing but a rotting corpse built on dirty secrets.
I didn't cry, and I certainly didn't drop to my knees.
Instead, I pulled out my phone right in front of him and called my lawyer.
"File for an at-fault divorce. I have proof of his infidelity with Kaelynn Hudson. I want him ruined."
Then, I touched the matte black card hidden deep in my clutch.
It belonged to Kile Barrett, the ruthless billionaire shark my husband feared most, and I was going to use him to tear the Jimenez family apart.
8.7
"Sign the papers and leave. My true love is coming home, and this house no longer has room for a placeholder like you."
For three years, Lia Leighton was the perfect, invisible wife to Julian Cohen-the cold-blooded titan of the Port Harcourt business world. She was the one who nursed his wounds, managed his scandals, and endured his family's cruelty, all while he treated her like a piece of furniture he'd forgotten he bought.
But on their third anniversary, instead of a celebration, Julian hands her a cold ultimatum. His "White Moonlight"-the woman who broke his heart years ago-has returned, and Lia is being discarded like yesterday's news.
Julian expects Lia to beg. He expects her to cry for the meager settlement he's tossed at her feet. After all, she's just a penniless orphan he rescued from the gutter... right?
He couldn't be more wrong.
Without a single tear, Lia signs the papers, leaves her wedding ring in the dust, and vanishes.
When she resurfaces, she isn't the quiet wallflower Julian threw away. She is the glamorous, untouchable CEO of the Leighton Global Empire-the very woman who now holds Julian's entire financial future in her hands.
As Julian's world begins to crumble, he realizes too late that he didn't just lose a wife; he lost the most powerful woman in the city. But when he finally falls to his knees to beg for mercy, Lia only offers a cold, devastating smile.
"Mr. Cohen, I don't negotiate with exes. Stay in your lane."