Mr. Billionaire's Unwanted Bride
*Based on a true story where love has its dark sides but burns hotter than ever* Abandoned by her mother and orphaned at a young age, Natalie held a deep-seated mistrust for the world especially when it came to men. Her strategy for survival was simple: work hard enough to scrape by each month and rely solely on yourself! Fate had other plans in store for her. Enter Alonso Valois, a charismatic billionaire who swept into her life and showed her just how right a man can be. Despite Natalie's attempts to keep him at arm's length, Alonso who had no intention of letting her slip away shocked her by proposing just two weeks after their first encounter! Was this the "happily ever after" Natalie had dreamt of? Far from it. Walking into the Valois mansion with Alonso's dad calling all the shots felt like walking into a lion's den for Natalie. Little did she know that while she was trying her best to fit in, her in-laws were scrambling to conceal the truth about what happened to the women in the Valois family. As the past comes haunting Alonso and demanding its price, will the unwanted bride be the one who saves the Valois ship from sinking? Or will she be the first one to jump off that sinking ship? *** Updates every Monday! +1 bonus chapter for 300 Power Stones +1 bonus chapter for 50 Golden Tickets +5 bonus chapters whenever the book receives a Magic Castle *Credit of the art goes to the owner*
Behind Closed Doors
After finishing her shower and blow-drying her hair to regain composure, Natalie turned off the blow dryer and examined herself in the mirror. She wondered if it was the mirror in this mansion or the bolder makeup she was wearing that made her appear like a different person.
"Nope, it's definitely this rich people's mirror."
She turned around and headed back to the bed to check her phone. Despite calling her uncle three times since she returned from that awful shaving experience, he hadn't answered or returned her calls.
Picking up her phone, she dialed her uncle again and quickly took it off speaker when he answered.
"Uncle!"
"Why do you insist on calling so much, Natalie?"
What kind of question is that?
"…Are you drunk?"
"Do I sound drunk to you?"
No. But he was good at hiding it; he always had been.
"…Are you eating?"