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Billionaire's Forced Bride

Billionaire's Forced Bride

Author: Felly Ann
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Chapter 1 The Engagement Party

Word Count: 1051    |    Released on: 14/01/2026

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come true. Yet, standing like a statue in the middle of the Golden Crown Hotel's grand ball

. The atmosphere was to say the least beyond friendly, a perfect moment just for the lavish celebration for the wealthy elit

someone about to faint any moment," Mama hissed furiously as she p

myself, adjusting the expensive p

ck words to describe how tall, handsome, confident he looked. He's with no doubt, the very man every woman wanted. And yet, if with me finally getting him, t

oftly as I made my w

dy and polite, but obviously di

it? Nothing m

tment in a hurry and nod

gratulations. Mama in her usual manner, hovered around, ensuring everyone knew this engagement was a match

p to group, her laugh loud, vibrantly echoing everywhere, and her smile she ensured was brighter than the chandeliers. She was jus

ing if not everythi

ght air soothing my tired nerves. The chaotic laughter and music from the engagement party

ke someone who just got enga

isi standing behind me, a glass of expensive champagne in hand. Her lips curle

e wary. "What brought y

sister of course. You seem... tensed," she rep

e," I lied th

ust for now. You have no reason to be sad because you're marrying Victor Graham, the golden boy of

e narrated it, something that mad

led up to say, just say it," I sn

deserve him, Amara. You're too... plain for his kind of mab. Too ordinary. Victor n

her speech. "What exactly

thout pushing me in an angry manner. Her sinister laughter ec

at something was definitely wrong. Sisi's harsh words played repeatedly in my m

cut the engagemen

was moving through a dangerous dream, or even a nightmare. By then, I searched through

s of rest. She barely acknowledged me or my needs as she was too busy entertaining her guests. I slipped awa

m, something felt... wr

ting with the scent of alcohol. A man sat slouched on the

ifted his head, and that very mi

eyes locked onto mine, and m

d the wrong room," I stammered

d rough, but somehow sweet. He sto

s this man? W

move out a bit, the doo

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