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 7
The butler led Eileen not to the master suite, but to an opulent guest room that was larger than her entire apartment. "The master bedroom is being... prepared for you, Mrs. Butler," he said, his face a perfect mask of neutrality.
Eileen understood. Harrison was giving her space, playing his part in their agreement. A small, unexpected flicker of gratitude warmed her chest.
She had just closed the heavy oak door when a sharp knock sounded. She opened it to find Elianna leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed, a contemptuous sneer on her face.
She pushed past Eileen without an invitation, wandering around the room as if she owned it, her eyes cataloging every detail.
"Don't think you've won anything just because you pulled a little stunt downstairs," Elianna said, her voice dripping with venom. "In this house, the law doesn't matter. History does. Connection does."
She walked to the large window, pointing to a distant structure on the vast property. "You see that stable? Harrison and I learned to ride there. We spent every summer of our childhoods on those trails." She turned back to Eileen. "What memories do you have with him? The five minutes you spent in a government office?"
Eileen ignored the bait. She was tired. This felt like swatting at a persistent, annoying fly. "Is there something you need, Elianna? If not, I'd like to rest."
Her dismissive tone was like gasoline on a fire. Elianna's eyes narrowed. She decided it was time to play her trump card.
"There's a charity gala next week," she said, her voice filled with smug certainty. "The most important social event of the season. I have accompanied Harrison every year since we were eighteen. It's where our families present a united front to the world."
She gave Eileen a triumphant look. "A person like you, someone who doesn't belong, could never handle an event like that. He won't take you. You'll be left here, in this room, like a caged bird."
The charity gala. It was the perfect stage. The perfect opportunity to solidify her role as Mrs. Butler.
Eileen feigned a look of surprise, her hand flying to her mouth. "Oh? Is that so? But..."
She pulled out her phone, opened her calendar app, and turned the screen toward Elianna.
Displayed in crisp, clear font was an appointment sent by Caleb Finch just an hour ago: Wednesday, 7:00 PM: St. Regis Hotel Charity Gala. Note: Top-tier styling team has been booked. They will arrive at the estate at 3:00 PM.
Elianna's confident smirk dissolved. Her face went from smug to shocked to disbelieving in a matter of seconds.
"No... That's impossible! He would never take you!"
Eileen snapped her phone shut and offered a saccharine smile. "Perhaps it's because I'm his legal wife. Taking one's step-cousin to such an event might seem a bit... improper, don't you think?"
She had found Elianna's weak spot: her unofficial, undefined status. And she pressed on it, hard.
Elianna's face was pale with fury, but she rallied for one last attack. "So what if he takes you! There's nothing between you! He doesn't even let you sleep in the master bedroom!" She thought she had found a chink in Eileen's armor.
Eileen, however, simply sighed, putting on a show of being troubled.
"Oh, don't even get me started," she said, her voice a conspiratorial whisper. "He insists I move in with him, but I told him it's all too fast. I need some time to adjust, you know?"
She leaned in, as if sharing a secret. "He just told me that if I don't move my things into his room tonight, he's going to come sleep in here. Honestly, he can be so... clingy."
The lie was audacious, but it was delivered with a flawless performance of wifely complaint.
It hit Elianna like a physical blow. The image of Harrison, the cold and untouchable Harrison Butler, being "clingy" with this nobody, begging her to share his bed... it was a vision from her worst nightmares.
"You're lying! You're a liar!" she shrieked, her voice cracking.
Eileen just shrugged, a picture of innocence. "Believe what you want. Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to get ready. I have to move my things to the master bedroom tonight."
That was the final, devastating shot.
Elianna stared at her, her beautiful face contorted with a toxic mix of hatred and jealousy. She opened her mouth, but no sound came out. With a strangled sob, she turned and fled, her running footsteps echoing down the long hallway.
Eileen closed the door, the smile dropping from her face. She leaned her head against the cool wood, her body suddenly heavy with exhaustion.
This life was a constant war. And she was so, so tired of fighting.
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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."