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 6
The Rolls-Royce glided through a set of massive, wrought-iron gates, the name BUTLER embossed in gold. The driveway snaked through acres of manicured lawns and ancient trees, finally circling a fountain in front of a house that looked more like a castle from a fairy tale.
The sheer scale of it was a physical blow. Eileen felt a wave of inadequacy wash over her, a feeling she thought she'd left behind in the back alley of the restaurant. She clutched the strap of her worn purse, the smooth paper of the signed agreement inside a faint reassurance. This was a job. This was a stage.
A butler, ramrod straight and expressionless, opened her door and led them into the grand foyer. The ceiling soared two stories high, a crystal chandelier the size of a small car hanging from its center.
And waiting for them, standing at the base of a sweeping marble staircase, were Delphine Mays and Elianna Nelson. They looked like two beautiful, venomous statues placed there to guard the entrance.
Delphine, dressed in an elegant silk dress, let her cold eyes travel over Eileen, from her cheap shoes to her thrift-store blouse. The look was more insulting than any words could be.
She didn't speak to Eileen. She addressed her stepson. "Harrison, I cannot believe you actually brought this... thing... into our home."
"Aunt Delphine, don't be so harsh," Elianna purred, a malicious glint in her eyes. "Perhaps she has some hidden talents we don't know about."
Harrison's jaw tightened, a muscle flexing in his cheek. He was about to speak, but Eileen placed a light hand on his arm. He stopped, looking down at her. She gave him a tiny, almost imperceptible nod. I've got this.
This was the first test of their partnership. She had to prove her worth.
Eileen stepped forward, a polite, neutral smile fixed on her face. She inclined her head toward the older woman. "Hello, Mrs. Mays. I'm Eileen Goff. Or, Eileen Butler now. It's a pleasure to meet you."
Her posture was straight, her voice steady. She would not let them see her tremble.
Delphine let out a sound that was half-scoff, half-hiss. "The name 'Butler' is not one that just anyone is entitled to use."
She moved closer, her perfume cloying and aggressive. "According to Butler family tradition, a new bride must first serve tea to the elders. And she will, of course, provide a full account of her family background, so we can be assured of her character and breeding."
It was a pre-planned humiliation. A trap designed to make her detail her impoverished, broken family in this palace of wealth. Elianna watched from the side, her face alight with gleeful anticipation.
Eileen's smile didn't waver. She reached into her small purse and took out a tiny digital voice recorder. She clicked the button, and a small red light began to blink.
Delphine's and Elianna's faces changed instantly. "What is the meaning of this?" Delphine demanded.
"Oh, nothing," Eileen said breezily. "Just wanted to capture this important family moment for posterity. However, Mrs. Mays, regarding the 'tradition' you mentioned, I do have a small question."
Her tone sharpened, the politeness falling away to reveal a core of steel. "I spent last night looking into the Federal Spouse Protection Act. It explicitly states that no individual, under the guise of 'family tradition' or 'internal rules,' may subject a federally matched spouse to discriminatory or humiliating questioning about their background."
She paused, letting the words hang in the cavernous hall. "The law is also very clear that forcing a matched spouse to perform what it calls 'class-based rituals' is a form of psychological abuse. That's a prosecutable offense."
She looked directly at Delphine, her eyes holding the older woman's gaze. "Your request, it seems, has just broken federal law. I started this recording to protect myself, of course. In case I need to submit evidence to the Federal Spouse Protection Association later."
Dead silence.
Delphine's face, so carefully composed, turned a blotchy, furious red. She was speechless, cornered by a girl she'd dismissed as trash, using a law she'd never bothered to read. The threat of a federal investigation was a serious one, a scandal the image-conscious Mays family could not afford.
Elianna was just as stunned, her mouth slightly open, her perfect plan shattered.
Harrison, who had been watching the exchange with an unreadable expression, had a glint of something that looked like admiration in his eyes. His new partner was exceeding expectations.
He broke the silence, his voice calm and authoritative. "Roberts," he said to the butler. "Take my wife to her room to rest."
He stressed the word "wife," turning it into a weapon.
"Yes, Mr. Butler."
As the butler led her toward the grand staircase, Eileen passed by Delphine and Elianna. She gave them a small, sweet smile and another polite nod.
The silent victory was more infuriating than any gloating could have been.
Delphine watched her go, her hands clenched into fists, her nails digging so deeply into her palms that they drew blood. This was only the beginning. She would not be defeated so easily.
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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."