Falling in love with a ruthless billionaire
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Chapter 10 Ten img
Chapter 11 Eleven img
Chapter 12 Twelve img
Chapter 13 Thirteen img
Chapter 14 Fourteen img
Chapter 15 Fifteen img
Chapter 16 Sixteen img
Chapter 17 Seventeen img
Chapter 18 Eighteen img
Chapter 19 Nineteen img
Chapter 20 Twenty img
Chapter 21 Twenty one img
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Chapter 23 Twenty three img
Chapter 24 Twenty four img
Chapter 25 Twenty five img
Chapter 26 Twenty six img
Chapter 27 Twenty seven img
Chapter 28 Twenty Eight img
Chapter 29 Twenty nine img
Chapter 30 Thirty img
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Chapter 33 Thirty three img
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Chapter 36 Thirty six img
Chapter 37 Thirty seven img
Chapter 38 Thirty eight img
Chapter 39 Thirty nine img
Chapter 40 Forty img
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Chapter 2 Two

Jessica's POV

I lay on my bed, staring blankly at the ceiling, my mind numb from crying for hours. My eyes burned, my throat ached, and my body seemed to have given up on me. I cried until there were no tears left to shed. The truth of what was happening overwhelmed me, suffocating me like an unseen force I couldn't break free from.

The vibration of my phone in my bag startled me. I directed my gaze towards it, already knowing that it was Timothy. My fingers moved restlessly, tempted to grab it, but what was the point? What would I even say?

The ringing stopped, and a second later, his voice came through my voicemail.

"Babe, please call me back. I'm on my way to pick you up."

More tears slipped from my eyes, adding to the dampness of my pillow. Timothy. The man I loved. The man who was supposed to be my future. And now? Now, I was being forced to marry a stranger.

Minutes passed in silence before I heard the sharp screech of tires outside. My body tensed. Then came the knock on the door.

I forced myself up, wiping my face quickly and checking the mirror. My reflection was a mess-red, swollen eyes, disheveled hair, a lifeless expression. I fixed my hair the best I could, hoping Timothy wouldn't notice how broken I was.

As I reached the door, I heard voices from the entrance. My heart sank.

"She's sick. She won't be going anywhere tonight," my father's voice came, firm and unapologetic.

"But we had plans," Timothy argued, frustration clear in his voice. "She sounded fine when we spoke earlier. I just want to see her."

My father remained unmoved. "Come another day."

I heard Timothy sigh, the sound filled with disappointment. My chest tightened as I made my decision.

"Timothy!" I called out, stepping into view.

He turned immediately, his gaze locking onto mine. I saw the shift in his expression-first relief, then confusion, and finally concern. He studied my face, taking in my tired eyes and the sadness I couldn't hide.

"What's going on?" he asked, his voice filled with worry.

I opened my mouth, desperate to call him for help, but before I could, my father's voice cut in sharply.

"Jessica, go back to your room," he ordered. "Your mother will help you prepare for tomorrow."

"Tomorrow?" Timothy repeated, his eyes squinting. "What are you referring to by tomorrow?"

But, before he could receive a response, my mother grabbed my arm and dragged me away. I glanced back at him, my heart pained as he looked at me with concern and confusion. He was putting the pieces together, but he didn't have enough time.

In my room, my mother seated me, her expression heavy with remorse.

"Jessica, Raymond is a good man," she said gently. "He's wealthy and he will take care of you."

I shook my head, filled with disbelief. "Mom, how were you able to-"

"It's over," she murmured, interrupting me.

She averted her gaze and retrieved a suitcase, silently packing my clothes. I sat there, watching in horror as my life was taken from me bit by bit. When she was done, she looked at me, guilt evident in her eyes.

"I'm sorry," she whispered before leaving.

I felt the urge to scream, to cry, to fight, but I didn't have any remaining strength. The room's quiet enveloped me completely as I tucked myself into my bed, allowing the darkness to consume me.

The next day...

A rough shake jolted me awake.

"Get up," my father's voice commanded.

I blinked groggily, my vision clearing to find several men in black suits standing at my door. My stomach twisted.

"They're here to take you," my father said, his tone disturbingly cheerful. "Time to go get married."

I stared at him, searching for a hint of remorse, of regret-but there was none. Just excitement and greed.

I had no fight left. No words. Just a numb acceptance that I had lost control of my own life.

One of the guards took my suitcase, and I followed them out without looking back at the parents who had sold me like an object.

The limousine ride was silent. I leaned my head against the window, watching as the city lights blurred together. My body was exhausted, my mind empty. Somewhere along the way, I drifted into a restless sleep.

"Miss, we've arrived."

A deep voice pulled me from my slumber. I blinked awake, my eyes adjusting to the sight outside.

Luxury. That was the only word to describe it.

A grand building stood before me, glowing under the sunlight. Expensive cars filled the parking lot, and well-dressed guests strolled toward the entrance. My heart pounded in my chest.

The guards led me inside, and the moment I stepped through the doors, my stomach churned.

Famous faces. Celebrities. Powerful businessmen. They were all here. Watching.

I was ushered into a private room where a team of women was already waiting for me. Without a word, they began dressing me-slipping me into a white wedding gown that felt like a prison. Heavy jewelry was placed around my neck, and thick makeup covered my face, making me look like a doll.

But I felt nothing. Just emptiness.

Once they were finished, they grabbed my arms and led me to the altar and that's when I saw him.

Raymond Shaw.

A man in his early thirties, standing tall in a luxurious black suit. Handsome, yes-but there was something in his eyes that sent a shiver down my spine. A coldness. A hunger.

As I reached the altar, he smiled-a slow, devilish grin that made my stomach twist.

The priest began speaking, but the words barely registered in my mind. I was trapped in a haze, barely aware of what was happening.

Raymond said his vows. Then the priest turned to me.

It was my turn.

Silence stretched as I stood there, refusing to speak.

I felt it before I saw it-the shift in Raymond's expression. The sharp glare he shot my way. A warning.

Fear gripped my chest.

"I..." My voice wavered. I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms.

"I do," I whispered.

The words felt like poison.

The priest smiled. "You may now kiss the bride."

Raymond wasted no time.

His hands grabbed my waist, pulling me closer to him. Before I could react, his lips crashed against mine in a possessive, dominating kiss. I froze, every muscle in my body locking up.

When he finally pulled back, he leaned in close, his lips brushing against my ear as he whispered words that sent a wave of terror through me.

"Now you belong to me."

            
            

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