Married to The Scandalous Billionaire

"Marry?!" Beverley could hardly believe her own ears. Her gaze was filled with confusion as well as shock.

"If I get married, how can I work and raise money to treat James?" asked Beverley.

Her mother, Emma, ​​started to get annoyed. "That's why I want you to marry the son of the Oliver family!"

"So you want to use me to pay off your debts?"

Beverley's eyes were red. Not because she wanted to cry, but because she felt very angry. How could Emma think of such a thing? Is it because Emma is just a stepmother?

"That is not what I mean. I just want you to live comfortably with rich people. You can live in peace without having to think about money. Am I wrong?" Emma asked innocently.

Beverley snorted. "Who do you think you are tricking? Emma, ​​I'm not a kid to be fooled. I will never agree," she hissed sharply. She knew what situation she was in.

Emma, ​​the money-loving stepmother, wants to use her daughter to pay off her debts to the Oliver family. In what way? Marry Beverley to Michael Oliver's son, who is being rumored to be gay!

Beverley was very understanding. The marriage must have only been used to cover up the gay rumors. Of course, she didn't want to. Marriage is a sacred thing. She doesn't want to marry carelessly. Especially, with people who she doesn't know at all.

After all, the one who owed a lot was Emma. Why was she the victim? Why didn't her rotten stepmother marry Michael Oliver's son? She was very happy if her father divorced that crazy woman.

"Why are you looking at me like that? Don't like me, huh?" she asked. She sat piling his feet and looked at Beverley with her head raised.

"If you argue, then I will leave your house and leave your crippled father stranded alone," said Emma quietly. Although it sounds subtle, there is a real threatening tone to it.

"Emma!" Beverley immediately shouted angrily. She clenched her fists so tightly that her body trembled as well. Her eyes were closed, and her mouth was tightly shut.

"You dare shout at me?" Emma furrowed her brows deeply. "Don't think just because I'm a stepmother that you're freely disrespectful to me!" she continued in an elevated tone.

"Then just because I am a stepdaughter, you can freely determine my life?!" Beverley shouted back.

She had had enough of Emma. The woman was by no means a good stepmother. If she knew her true character was like that, then in the past she wouldn't have allowed James to marry her.

Yeah, Beverley's father, James, did remarry after his first wife died. However, this past year James suffered a stroke that made him unable to work anymore.

The extravagant Emma has credit card bills running into millions of dollars. It made her dizzy because she didn't know how to pay it off. In the end, with her husband's sick alibi, she borrowed millions of dollars to pay off the bank bill.

Then who is the person lending the money? That person was Michael Oliver, James' boss. Maybe it was because James was one of his confidants that Michael Oliver could lend that much money.

Sometimes Beverley really wanted to kick Emma out of James' house. However, that was impossible because her father loved the woman very much.

James seems to have been driven mad by Emma, who has a pretty appearance. Could it be that the woman used a magic spell to seduce him?

"Bev, you're all grown up. If you marry a rich man, won't you also benefit?" Emma said sarcastically. She blew on her long red nails and stared at them proudly.

How sickening!

"You should know, Emma. I don't know the man at all. I don't know like his appearance, his nature, and his-"

"Why do you have to think about such things? What is most important is a guaranteed life. Getting married isn't always about love or any bullshit," Emma replied nonchalantly.

Beverley grew even angrier. "What do you mean? Haven't you ever loved James?"

"I didn't say that."

Beverley snorted coldly. She took a deep breath and then exhaled slowly. "I'm not getting married. And your debts have nothing to do with me," she said coldly.

"Well, you can refuse now. However, for sure... you will inevitably go to the wedding altar."

Suddenly Emma stood up and carried her expensive bag. Then the woman sauntered away unconcerned with Beverley's pale face.

Before completely closing the door, Emma turned her sharp gaze at Beverley. "Don't think about running away. I can leave James anytime." After saying that threat, only then did the door actually close.

The room became silent. Beverley's breathing rose and fell erratically. Her hands clenched into fists. Her teeth began to grit.

"You damn woman!" Her voice echoed throughout the room. Luckily no one heard.

The closed-door suddenly opened. A woman who looked to be Beverley's age stepped in. The woman was wearing a blazer that looked quite classy. Her hair, which was tied up high, swayed with her footsteps.

"What's the matter, Bev? I just saw your mother come out of here. Did you two fight again?"

"Don't call her my mother, Katy," Beverley said quietly. She sat on a chair and massaged her dizzy forehead.

Beverley's friend, Katy, sat down as well. "You look so annoyed. You are okay?"

Beverley took a deep breath. "Emma tried to take advantage of me. Katy, she wants to use me to pay off her debt!"

"How could it be? In what way?"

"She's going to marry me to a man I don't even know. Gosh, what should I do now?"

"What the heck! She is crazy!"

Katy was furious. It had been a long time since she had heard stories from Beverley about her stepmother's bad nature and behavior. As her best friend, of course, she didn't like Emma. That woman was like a snake.

"I don't know what to do if she actually did that." Beverley bit her lip.

"What if you run away?" Katy suggested. Unfortunately, Beverley immediately rejected her proposal.

"I can't leave my father. James is sick. I was afraid that Emma would also leave that man alone." She shook her head a few times.

"How much is that debt? Maybe I can lend you a hundred thousand dollars."

Beverley sighed in frustration. "More than that. Even if you sell this cafe, the money won't be enough. There is no other way. If Emma did that deal, they'd never let me go, Katy. My life is over...."

"How Outrageous!" Katy pounded the table in front of her. "If I ever meet your mother-I mean Emma, ​​I want to punch her thick lips!"

Katy suddenly looked at Beverley seriously. "Are you sure she's serious? Did she have the heart to do this to you? I mean... you're still her daughter after all."

Beverley just shook her head weakly. She didn't know if Emma would do that or not.

At that moment, suddenly the door of the room was knocked from outside. A cafe waitress came holding out an ivory yellow invitation that looked very elegant and classy. There is another folded paper tied with a gold ribbon on the invitation.

"Miss Holmes, this is for you," said the waitress.

Beverley's brow furrowed. Hesitantly she took the invitation letter. The recipient's name there was indeed her, Beverley Holmes. Who's getting married? There doesn't seem to be any news of her friends or colleagues getting married soon.

Out of curiosity, she opened the gold ribbon that was there. Then the invitation letter was immediately opened. For a moment, she was silent as she read who the person will marry.

Her heart seemed to stop beating when she saw the name written on it. Her face turned pale. The name of the bride written on the invitation letter is none other than her own name, Beverley Holmes!

"No way," Beverley muttered, lowering her gaze. She immediately read the name of the groom.

Brent Oliver.

Her hands immediately trembled. The invitation slid down to the floor.

"What's the matter, Bev? Who's getting married?" Katy picked up the invitation. And after reading what the bride's name was, her reaction wasn't much different from Beverley's.

"The date... when is the date?" Beverley immediately snatched the invitation from Katy's hands.

"The seventeenth...."

Her body went limp for a moment. It's the sixteenth. That means the wedding will take place tomorrow!

Beverley felt as if her soul had fallen to the bottom of an abyss. Emma had already told her about this before. However, she thought there was still time for further discussion. It turned out that the woman had already determined this marriage long ago.

What should she do now? Her chest became sore. How could Emma do this? Didn't she consider her feelings a little bit?

"Bev..." Katy didn't know what to say. She rubbed Beverley's back gently, hoping to calm her down a bit.

"I have to see Emma," Beverley said suddenly. Her gaze turned cold. She immediately grasped the invitation paper, along with an unread folded letter. She straightened her back and tried to strengthen her resolve.

"I'll take you there." Katy took her car keys, and they both left the room. Katy left a few messages at the cafe's cashier before walking away.

Katy's cafe is quite far from Beverley's father's house. During this time, Beverley worked as a manager at this cafe and lived in a condominium that was not far from the cafe.

The car continued to move, showing the shadows of the buildings on the side of the road. Beverley looked out of the window in a huff. Only one more night left for her to be single. If she just kept quiet, maybe her status would have changed to that of a wife tomorrow.

Foreign man's wife.

Beverley rubbed her face roughly. Without her realizing it, they had arrived in front of a three-story house that was quite luxurious. Her anger soared when she saw the house. Why didn't Emma sell the house to pay off her debt and leave some of that money to buy a simpler house?

She immediately got out of the car and ran to the house. Her grip on the invitation grew stronger. "Emma!" She rang the doorbell several times.

"Please calm down, Bev," Katy said quietly.

"How can I calm down? Katy, she's treating me badly," Beverley replied, her eyes already bloodshot.

A few moments later, the closed door finally opened. The person who appeared there wasn't Emma ​​but rather a middle-aged woman wearing a housekeeper's uniform. "Oh, Miss?"

"Aunt Jane, where's Emma?" asked Beverley to the point.

"Since she left this afternoon, the madam hasn't come home at all," replied Aunt Jane, causing Beverley to groan in frustration. Where did the woman go?

"Bev, maybe you can see your dad while you wait for Emma to come home," Katy said.

Finally, Beverley nodded slowly. They both stepped inside. The large-looking house felt cold. There was no warmth at all as if no one was occupying it.

"Aunt Jane, does Emma always leave like this?" Beverley looked at the housekeeper seriously.

"During the day, she is always at home. However, in the evening, sometimes she will go outside."

Beverley couldn't help but sigh. After that, she went to see her father who was lying in the room. The man looked older and thinner. One side of his face drops down.

"Dad..." Beverley wore a big smile as if nothing had happened. She hugged her father, who was staring at her in silence. There was a look of confusion on the older man's face.

"You must be wondering why I came home early. My return schedule is supposed to be Monday, but I miss you so much," she whispered, holding James' hand. The man looked like he wanted to talk, but his condition made it difficult for him.

"Dad, I came here only for a moment. There was Katy outside too. Actually, I also want to meet with..." Her sentence immediately stopped when she heard the sound of several cars stopping in front of the house. Is Emma finally back?

Beverley glanced out the window. It was getting dark because it was already dusk. She got up and walked over to the window. Emma's car had stopped in front of the house, and another car seemed to have stopped there too.

"Dad, I'm going to see Emma in a bit. I love you, Dad."

She kissed James on the cheek and forehead. After that, she walked out of the room. She ran down the stairs. When she got downstairs, Emma seemed to be stepping in, followed by several men in black. Who are those people?

"Good! So, it's true you're here," said Emma, ​​looking at Beverley.

"What's this?" Beverley held up the ivory yellow invitation in her hand. "Are you crazy?! Since when did you plan this?!"

"Honey, I did my best to take care of our family. Sorry if I disappointed you," regretted Emma. Of course, it's just acting. In fact, she didn't feel any pity for Beverley.

"Stop saying that. You are so disgusting!"

"You can call me disgusting or whatever. But it would be best if you pack up now. Mr. Oliver's subordinates were here. They probably couldn't wait any longer. Right?" Emma asked the men in black. They nodded flatly.

Finally, Beverley understood. So, those people wanted to take her now. Take her forcibly to Oliver's house for marriage tomorrow. What the hell are they?!

Beverley opened her mouth, but not a single sentence came out. She didn't know what to say. Everything was too shocking and made her heart shake.

"Emma, ​​shouldn't you have considered this matter first?" Katy, who had been silent for a long time, finally started to speak. She couldn't stand to see her best friend treated like that anymore.

Emma smiled sweetly. "Hi, Katy. I am her mother. So, I know what's best for her," she said casually.

"That's not the best! I don't want to!" growled Beverley angrily. She immediately tore the corner of the ivory yellow invitation. "I don't want to go!"

Another folded piece of paper finally fell to the floor. Emma, who saw this, immediately took it. She quickly opened it and read what was written on it. Her expression turned brighter.

"Look! You should read this letter, Bev."

Beverley immediately grabbed the letter and tore it up without reading it first. She was sick, sick of everything that was going on. It felt like she wanted to disappear from this place. However, she knew that was impossible.

"Stupid!" Emma got angry. "Are you going to prepare now or are they going to drag you away?!"

"I'm not leaving!" shouted Beverley loudly. Her eyes became red. Her breath heaving erratically.

"Katy, let's go!" She immediately grabbed Katy's hand and walked towards the exit.

However, how could the men in black let it be? They immediately gave chase. One of them grabbed Beverley's hand firmly and dragged her away from Katy. Several others blocked her and kept Katy away from her.

"Miss, we can do it roughly if you act tough," said the man who was gripping her hand.

Beverley gritted her teeth. Her eyes immediately bulged. "Let go of my hand!"

The black-clothed man looked at each other with their comrades. They looked like they were making a deal. Shortly after that, they suddenly dragged Beverley out of the house and forced her into the car.

"Let go of me, bastard!" Beverley tried to scream. She struggled to break free. Unfortunately, her efforts were in vain. She was held back by two big men. She was clearly outnumbered.

Beverley's eyes heated up. In that desperation, she could only scream and hope for someone's help. Unfortunately, the world is too blind. No one came to help her.

One man in black pushed Beverley out of the car. No more screams came out of her mouth. No more crying or pleading of any kind. She realized it was a futile struggle.

She stood up, staring at the big house in front of her. No, it was no ordinary house. One would more appropriately call it a mansion. The mansion looked very grand and elegant. A bone-white color dominated the exterior.

Was it the Oliver family's residence? Beverley did not know. Although it was a place filled with luxury, she did not feel attracted. She could not afford to spend her life there with someone she did not like at all.

The night wind blew her hair. Her heart was pounding. Her feelings became erratic. Was this still real? Perhaps it was just a dream when she accidentally slept at the cafe table.

"Miss, please come in."

The voice instantly broke Beverley's reverie. She let out a long breath. "This was not a dream." She finally stepped into the large mansion. Two men in black followed her from behind.

The entrance door was already open. An unfamiliar atmosphere immediately greeted Beverley. Many servants were standing at attention. There were dozens of them. They wore the same uniform, black and white. They had neatly styled hair.

One servant, who had the oldest face, came over to her. He was probably in his late forties. The man smiled slightly and said, "Miss Holmes, welcome to the Oliver family mansion."

Beverley sighed again. "Thank you. Can I see Michael Oliver?"

"I'm sorry, the great lord does not live in this mansion. Please come with me. I'll escort you to your room," said the man who was the butler there.

"He doesn't live here? Then what about Brent? Brent Oliver?" asked Beverley with some urgency. She wanted to at least meet him.

"He's not here either."

Beverley became confused. Did a house of this size not have anyone living in it? She looked in all directions. This magnificent building was indeed deserted. There were no other sounds of people talking or doing activities.

"Miss, you must be confused. Come with me. I can't explain much to you for now," the butler said again.

Beverley finally nodded weakly. She glanced at the line of servants. After which, she stepped up to follow the butler. Perhaps that man was the only one she could rely on.

She climbed the stairs covered in white marble. The view upstairs was no less good. Spacious rooms and closed doors entered her sight.

The butler opened one of the whitewashed doors. It displayed a large room before Beverley's eyes. A large bed with a soft mattress was prepared for her.

"Miss, you can spend the night here. Tomorrow, there will be people picking you up to go to the event."

The event in question was her wedding. Beverley could only smile wryly. "Okay, thank you," she said as she stepped into the room. "Um, if I may know what your name is?"

"Just call me Edward," the man replied.

Beverley nodded vaguely. "You can leave me now. I want to be alone," Beverley said as she stepped over to the glass window that led to the backyard.

"Okay. Good night..." Edward closed the door.

Beverley looked at the clock on the wall. It was late, but she wasn't sleepy yet. In this condition, who could still fall asleep? She didn't have her bag with her. She didn't have her cell phone with her. What could she do like this?

Beverley lay down on the bed. She spent this long night with her mind racing. It was only when it was almost morning that her eyes began to feel heavy. She fell asleep for a while.

Three hours later, Beverley's bedroom door opened. Her eyes blinked. She saw several women coming in with suitcases and a wedding dress for her. Suddenly, she got up.

"Good morning, Miss Holmes. Did you sleep well last night?" asked a fat man who suddenly entered the room. The man was wearing a fur scarf. He looked very feminine.

Beverley wanted to curse. Was the man's eye blind? She looked exhausted, with dark circles in her eyes. Why was he still questioning her? She had only slept for three hours, and that was simply not enough.

"Okay. Wake up, sweetheart. You need to get ready now. I'll do your special day's makeup myself," the man said cheerfully.

Special day? Beverley shook her head. It wasn't a special day. It was a cursed day!

Despite feeling lazy and reluctant, she still forced herself to go to the bathroom. She deliberately slowed down her bathing. Only when someone knocked on the bathroom door did she come out.

"Good. Sit here, dear. I'm going to start applying your makeup now," the man said as he prepared all his makeup supplies.

Beverley could only comply. She'd better speed this up so she can meet Brent Oliver soon. If she could meet him before the wedding started, perhaps she could negotiate.

A mysterious smile finally appeared on her lips. That's right. The person she had to discuss with was Brent. They had never met before. So Brent must not like her. Right? A glimmer of hope finally appeared in her heart.

She closed her eyes and let the fat man do her makeup. She didn't care about other things. Whatever, the most important thing was that she could meet Brent soon!

After quite a tedious and exhausting time, the makeup was finally finished. For a few moments, Beverley stared at her face in the mirror. Was it really her?

Gosh, she was so beautiful. Perhaps even more beautiful than some Hollywood stars!

The fat man cheered happily at the result. He was one of the most famous makeup artists in Los Angeles. He has made up hundreds, or even thousands, of people. However, when he saw this result, he was still very surprised. Beverley was absolutely gorgeous!

"Wow! You look so pretty, honey."

"Don't call me honey!" hissed Beverley in annoyance.

"Alright. Come on, take off your bathrobe. You must wear this wedding dress."

Beverley felt a little uncomfortable. The stocky man seemed to understand. He stepped out and let his assistants put the wedding dress on Beverley.

It took a long time to put on the luxurious white dress. There were so many layers of fabric and diamonds. It was all very cumbersome. Beverley vowed never to wear anything like that again.

After everything was done, several men dressed in black came into the room. They were the ones who forcibly brought her to this house yesterday. "The time is almost here, Miss. Let's leave now."

Beverley snorted softly. She felt uncomfortable in the dress. Several servants quickly helped her lift the hem of her dress so that she could step more comfortably.

A black car was waiting at the door of the mansion. Beverley was able to get into the car after a few troublesome moments. After that, the car immediately sped away to take her to the wedding hall.

Beverley's feelings became erratic. She wrung her hands as she tried to calm her nerves. Was this how brides usually felt?

She swallowed to wet her dry throat. Ah, who would have guessed? She, who was still fine working at the café yesterday morning, twisted into a bride the next day.

Beverley's eyes lit up when the car stopped in front of the tall building. Many people and reporters were already waiting outside the entrance of the building. They were carrying notebooks, and some were carrying cameras.

Oh my goodness! What is it again this time?

"Miss, there is a lot of media here. Please behave properly. Remember, your father's life is in your hands," whispered one of the black-clad men in the car.

Beverley swallowed after hearing the threat. She looked down and got out of the car. One man in black helped her lift the hem of her dress. Then she stepped toward the entrance of the building. She was becoming increasingly nervous.

When she arrived at the entrance, the reporters there immediately threw a lot of questions at her blindly. They were all asking questions about the gay rumors surrounding Brent Oliver.

Of course, Beverley knew nothing about it. She didn't even know what Brent looked like. She just looked down and avoided everyone's eyes. Fortunately, the bodyguards soon helped her through the chaos.

After making her way through the reporters, Beverley immediately exclaimed angrily, "Even if he wants to use this wedding to clear the rumors, he doesn't need to let the reporters come!"

"Miss, the more people who know, the better." That answer made Beverley snort.

Along the way, she tried to look left and right, hoping to find some clue about Brent Oliver. Unfortunately, until she arrived in front of the large, tightly closed door, she found nothing of importance. This made her feel frustrated.

My God, was she really going to just get married to that unknown man?

"My dear daughter, you look so beautiful today," complimented the woman, who was none other than Emma. She had been waiting for her there all along. As usual, Emma's appearance was very striking.

Beverley just snorted coldly. She didn't bother talking to the woman. There was no need to waste her emotions on that cruel stepmother.

She was secretly feeling sad. James didn't come because of his poor health. Did her father know she was getting married?

"The time has come. The bride can enter now," said someone at the door.

Beverley's heart beat faster. Emma was about to lead her in, but she quickly moved away. "I don't want to be accompanied by anyone," she said coldly.

Emma gave Beverley an unhappy look. However, there was nothing she could do. Instead of making a mess, it was better for her to let Beverley do it herself.

The closed-door began to open. Beverley's eyes immediately caught sight of the man standing far ahead, on the wedding altar, in front of dozens of guests. The man wearing a black tuxedo suit was staring right at her, into her eyes.

That man...

Gloomy images of the past instantly invaded Beverley's head. Her heart seemed to stop beating. Her face turned pale.

No way!

Beverley shook her head with a slightly blank look. Her feet reflexively stepped back. No! She couldn't possibly marry that bastard!