The Billionaire's Unwanted Bride

The Billionaire's Unwanted Bride

Chapters: 101
Updated: 19 Dec 2024
Author: Eaglewoman20
4.6

Synopsis

It is a one-night stand for a 24-year-old college girl named Annabelle. No strings attached. When she sees her baby's father on the cover of a magazine as the youngest billionaire in New York and a womanizer, her mother is set on using him to change their poor financial status. Aidan is a 26-year-old billionaire with a high sex drive ever since the night with Anna. He is less interested in keeping a woman and having a baby is totally out of the question. When confronted by Anna's mother, he denies her until she threatens to tarnish his image. Will Aidan agree to the marriage after introducing his sex partner to his parents? Will Anna keep the pregnancy even after the rejection? Will she be able to take his insults and the fact that she is unwanted?

Billionaire Romance Contemporary BxG Forced Marriage One-Night Stand

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CHAPTER 1-Annabelle's POV | The Billionaire's Unwanted Bride

The music is loud, and girls are swaying their hips to the sound. The atmosphere of the club is a mixture of happiness, freedom, excitement, and tension—sexual tension. Everyone seems to be happy except me. I want to be drunk in my sorrows. I can see my best friend watching in pity.

"I hate him, Pam. I hate him," I cry as I gulp down the remaining alcohol.

"Babe, let it go already. Let's enjoy this night," she places her hand on my shoulder to pacify me, but I am inconsolable.

Tears are already streaming down my eyes. Pamela sighs when she sees my tears. I know she is already tired of telling me everything will be fine. She wants to enjoy the party but having me around is ruining everything for her. She must feel it is a big mistake bringing me here in the first place. I know she brought up the idea of a party just to cheer me up, but I am pathetic.

"I will deal with him when next we see each other,” I burp and wipe my tears with the back of my palm.

"I won't bear his kids anymore. I won't...” I said and belch again.

"I told you to forget about him already, didn't I?" I can sense her irritation.

I am shocked at the tone she is using at me. I just want to talk about Cameron all night so I can eventually forget about him by tomorrow. Why can't she just understand?

"Are you shouting at me, Pam?" I point my index finger at her chest in question. Pam shakes her head and pulls me to her body.

"I just want you to hear me because of the loud music,” she whispers in my ears, defending herself and rocking my body to hers like a baby. She wipes my remaining tears with her thumb.

"It's okay, baby. You know I love you, don't you?" I nod and disengage from the hug. I am beginning to feel pressed, so I stand up abruptly and sway a little. Pam stands up to help me, so I won't fall.

"Where are you going?"

"I want to pee," I answer.

"Let me go with you,” Pam suggests.

"No.” I laugh out loud. "I'll be right back." I move away from her hold.

"Are you sure?"

"Yep,” I reply before staggering away to the bathroom. I know my friend will use the little time to her advantage before I am back as I see a guy throw a wink in her direction.

My eyes are becoming smaller, and I am finding it difficult to locate the washroom. I realize how drunk I am. I rub my eyes with the back of my right hand so I can see clearer. I see the washroom is a few meters away.

"Fuck you, Cameron. I hate you,” I cry as I put my two hands to the walls to guide me to the tiny corridor leading to the washroom. My legs are shaking as I walk, and I am trying to get my balance. I almost fall down in frustration.

When I stand upright in tiredness, the door to the washroom is in front of me. I push the door open with my left leg and enter. I am about to zip down my skirt to make it easier for me to quickly urinate after entering the first toilet when a guy comes out of the second one. He is also zipping his trousers up. He looks shocked when he sees me.

"What are you doing here?" I ask him.

"What are you doing here?" He demands too. I am peering at him and wondering why he is in the female washroom instead of the male.

"You seem drunk,” he mocks and strides to the mirror to wash his hands. I feel hurt by his statement.

"How dare you call me a drunk?" I follow him angrily.

I was drinking so I could forget my sorrow of how Cameron dumped me for a party girl. Drinking isn't really helping me forget, and here I am in a washroom with a man who is calling me a drunk.

The man appears to be taken back by my shout. He veers around and folds his arms. "Aren't you drunk?"

"Of course not.” I burp.

He chuckles lightly and turns back to finish washing his hands so he can go out.

"Pervert,” I insult him. "I know you are in here because you want to catch a glimpse of the panties of all the girls that come in here."

"Will you shut the hell up?" He barks at me in annoyance. His eyes suddenly become red, and I quiver in fear. I am scared of the tone of authority. He glares at me for a while before walking towards me. He is a few steps away from me when I begin to walk backward, seeing the dangerous look on his face.

When my back hits the wall, I open my eyes wide, with my heart hammering hard. I watch his face—his crystal blue eyes, the long, pointed nose, the pink lips, the mustache, and his wavy black hair. He looks handsome and dangerous.

I like men like this, which is why I fell hard for Cameron.

The man's breath fans my neck, pulling me out of my reverie, and I shudder. He moves his mouth close to my ears and whispers.

"I am a pervert, aren't I?" I shake my head nervously. I am becoming sober.

When he doesn't say anything else, I gulp and look up towards the door to see what is written above it. I gasp softly when it dawns on her that I am in the wrong washroom; I am in the men’s room.

"You just called me a pervert, didn't you?" I shake my head again as my eyes shift back to him.

He straightens his tie and leans back with a satisfied grin on my face. "I can get any woman I want with my charms,” he leans forward to whisper in my ears. "You are included. I know I am handsome, so stop ogling me."

He walks graciously to the door. Before he can go out, I stop him. "I wasn't staring at you. Besides, you aren't handsome to me. My boyfriend is way more handsome. You don't need to feel so confident about getting any girl you want, me included."

I roll my eyes, ignoring the pounding of my heart. I don't want him to think I find him attractive; he is too confident of his looks, and I hate to admit my emotions to men like him.

"Really?" He smirks.

"Yes." He saunters back to where I am standing.

"If your boyfriend was handsomer, you wouldn't be looking at me that way. Besides, what are you doing here all alone and wasted?" He folds his arms in front of me. He seems to be fond of doing that.

"Who told you I am here alone?" I laugh, pretending to be happy.

"If you were with your boyfriend, you wouldn't be this drunk,” he states. I fall silent. I don't know how to reply to him. I am suddenly speechless.

I move away from his view and ask. "Are you a psychologist?" He only smiles. I turn to go into the toilet to urinate, and I can feel his eyes on me.

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Aidan's POV

I am in the same spot, waiting for her. My imagination is already running wild. I am seeing this as an avenue to get laid, to fulfill one of my fantasies of having sex in the washroom. I also want to prove to the girl that I can indeed get any girl I want, that my charms are always at work.

I came to the party with the sole aim of getting laid and to relax for the night after two whole weeks of working nonstop.

When she comes out of the toilet, she sees me standing in the same position. She is about to say something when I say, "How about I kiss you just to prove that you aren't attracted to me?"

"What?" she exclaims and scoffs. "Do I look like some cheap slut to you?"

"No. You look decent, but I just want to be sure you aren't attracted to me as you claimed."

I can see she lied. She finds me attractive. I know I am the most handsome man she has ever seen in her entire life. But she doesn't want me to know that.

She has not recovered from the shock of my question when I place my hand on her waist, and the next minute, my lips are on hers. She gasps as I kiss her softly. Her eyes are wide open in surprise, and I can hear her heart beating twice its normal rate. My eyes are also open because I want to see her expression.

I can sense her thoughts. She can't believe she is kissing another man just a day after breaking up with her first boyfriend. She feels she is cheating on him. She has never kissed anyone else but her first boyfriend. Kissing another man feels different. I know all of this from her expression.

I am gentle with her. When I bite her lower lip, she releases a moan and closes her eyes to enjoy the moment, forgetting the fact that she is trying to hide her emotions from the man standing before her.

I close my eyes too and trail my hand down her thigh. I raise her left leg. She gasps again. Still kissing her, I carry her with the left leg to the slab, placing her back to the large mirror. I don't stop kissing her as I find my way out of my trousers and shorts. I guided her out of her dress too and stop kissing her.

"Should I go…” She nods in anticipation, breathing hard.

When I enter her, I know it is time to let go of the past and start getting the sexual desires and fantasies I have been depriving of myself for many years.

The last time I had sex was two years ago.

CHAPTER 2-Aidan's POV | The Billionaire's Unwanted Bride

The elevator dings open, and I move out of the elevator with my secretary trailing behind him. My phone is glued to my ears, and my mouth is moving. I am on a call with a client.

I am not just the CEO of Sales Push Textile Ltd but also one of the youngest billionaires in America. I own chains of businesses all over New York, New Jersey, Las Vegas, and even in China. I am the only heir to my father, who is also a billionaire.

"We will meet next week, Mr. Alexander. I'll ask my secretary to book the appointment," I finalize as I keep walking towards my office.

"Alright, thank you,” I utter and disconnect the call, after hearing the response from the other side.

It is just 11 AM in the morning, and I have attended two business meetings already, one of the meetings was within the company and the other was an out-of-office meeting.

I am just coming back with my secretary, Chloe, whose hands are filled with lots of files. She isn't looking happy because of the loads of work to do before the close of the day.

"Get the work done and bring it to my office as soon as possible, Chloe,” I stop walking and instruct her before opening my office door.

Chloe nods and walks to her cubicle in the opposite direction. I heave a sigh of relief as I enter my office. I am so damn tired already.

It's been three months since I last had a good time. Loads of work are having a toll on me already. Just the day before, I was feeling feverish.

When I stroll close to my seat, I slump in it and twirl the chair around after letting go of my suit. I know this is what it takes to maintain my position as the youngest billionaire in New York and one of the youngest billionaires in America, and this is what I will keep doing. I don't want to disappoint my father who thinks I can't maintain this position without his help.

I have been the youngest billionaire for more than a year now, but it has not been officially announced yet, except in magazines and fashion journals that have unreliable sources. The announcement is made every two years.

I am always attending business meetings upon meetings, strategizing new ways to move my business forward and thinking of new ideas to invest in as well as establish new companies in different parts of the world. I am already dominating America and China, while India and the Philippines are my next target areas. I have big dreams, and I am willing to achieve them all, no matter what it takes and how long it will take me.

The chair stops twirling, and I open my laptop to begin work as always. The last time I went to a party with Richard, I knew I wouldn't have time for such fun again for the rest of the year, and the next time I go to a party might be in a year. My work doesn't give me the time to enjoy or have fun. I am always working, even while at home.

I am going through some files online when I hear a knock on the door. I look up and say. "Come in."

The door opens, and Tessa walks in graciously. The door opens again, and Chloe bursts in.

"I told her not to come in, sir,” Chloe explains, breathing heavily.

"It's okay. You can go," I tell her. She nods and gives Tessa a cold glare before walking out.

"Hello to you, Aidan,” Tessa smiles and walks up to me.

"What are you doing here, Tessa?" I ask in all seriousness. I have a lot to do, and her presence will distract me.

"I came to see you, baby boy,” she rounds the table and stops right in front of my desk.

"How is my baby boy doing?" She touches my mustache. I hit her hand away in annoyance.

"I thought I told you off the last time you were here. And how many times have I told you not to barge into my office?"

"Well, I knocked before coming in, didn't I?" She flashes me a smile.

I watch her carefully. Her lips are painted red. She is wearing blue, long sleeves, with a black skirt that is way too short. I know what she is here for. To seduce me, as always.

I have never seen Tessa with a dress above her knee. She is always in dresses that barely cover her thighs and buttocks whenever she bends down.

"Get out," I order.

"What?"

I gaze at her, wondering why she finds my order surprising. This isn't the first time I will ask her out. "I said get out, Tessa. I'm busy."

"I know you are busy. I can wait for you or come back later.” Her voice is low. This is her trick. She knows how to get me.

"Don't wait. Just go."

"Really?"

"Yes, Tessa. Please, excuse me." I am trying to control my anger. She is becoming unbearable.

"What if I don't want to excuse you?" She folds her arms, looking defiant and ready to dare me to throw her out.

"I'm going to have to call security if you don't..." I am cut short by her next action. She unbuttons her shirt, showing her cleavage.

Her boobs are big, and she bends down a little to give me a clear view. She brings her tongue out to lick her lips. I find the action arousing.

"You were saying something, Aidan." She jerks me out of my reverie.

"Um, yes. I asked you to get out," I mumble, trying to compose myself. I can feel myself becoming erect already.

"Oh!" She stands upright. "Alright.” She picks up her bag which she had dumped on the seat opposite me. I didn't notice she came in with the bag.

"I'll see you around then." She swings her hips as she catwalks to the door.

The night with that girl at the club three months ago woke up something dead in me. My sexual urges have been back since then, and they are stronger now. I find myself having sex with any girl that I can find.

What I do is ask Richard to bring a girl to my suite for a one-night stand, and I dump her the next day, but ever since the night with Tessa, she keeps coming back for more. She had made my fantasies of having sex in the office come true.

I am too aroused to think of my ego right now, so I call her back. "Wait."

I see the smirk on her face. Her trick has worked. She is gradually becoming a thing around my neck.

Well, I have nothing to lose. When I am tired of her, I will dump her.

She turns around slowly. "Did you call me back?"

"Stop being sarcastic, and yes, I called you," I growl in irritation. I stand up, and she runs into my arms.

"I knew it. I know you can't resist me." She becomes giddy with excitement.

I am tempted to push her away to prove to her that I can resist her, but I am so damn horny, all thanks to her. I have to swallow my pride to get what I want. She is a beautiful woman, but I feel nothing for her.

"You are always here when I need you,” I say instead and kiss her. She moans loud and quickly unbuttons her shirt. Our lips move in sync and with urgency. She is a wild girl.

When her clothes are off, I turn her around so she faces the table. I begin to realize my fantasy again with her as our moans fill the room for more than half an hour.