All Chapters of The Billionaire's Arranged Bride: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Rosalie Being born into a wealthy family is often perceived as the ultimate advantage – a life without financial worries, instant access to desires. While true for many, that wasn't the case for me or my mother. Two years ago, my father orchestrated my marriage to Adrien Vasanten solely for his gain, disregarding my feelings. It marked another instance where he prioritized himself over me.At the age of twenty-two, I found myself in a coveted position that many women would envy – married to Adrien Vasanten, the CEO of Gold Myne Corporation, but we had not yet welcomed a child into our lives. However, my reality differed greatly from the envisioned marital bliss I'd wanted for myself. Despite my love for him, Adrien harbored a strong dislike towards me. I relentlessly tried to improve his perception of me, yet I remained the woman he believed had separated him from his true love, with whom he maintained constant contact. To my dismay, I discovered he was cheating on me with her. Des

RosalieSeated on the hallway recliners, I was in tears when Kevin found me. Without asking questions, he pulled me close, allowing me to release the pain and anguish in my heart. After a few minutes, my tears subsided, and I wiped my face, smiling at him."How do I look?" I asked."Like a panda," He grinned. I checked with my compact mirror, realizing he was right. Quickly cleaning my mascara mishap, I reapplied my makeup."Now, how do I look?" I inquired."Gorgeous as always," He smiled. Shifting the conversation, I shared that my mom needed surgeries costing a hundred and thirty thousand dollars."That's a lot. Where will you get the money?" Kevin questioned."I'll ask Adrien for a loan," I replied, acknowledging the slim chance due to Yvette's interference."He might not give you the money. Will you tell him the truth about your mother?" Kevin asked. "Why didn't you tell Carmen the truth?""I couldn't burden my mother with my problems," I defended. "My marriage to Adrien is my i

AdrienThree months laterAfter a challenging three-month process to finalize the divorce, hindered by my father's connection with the judge, who made it difficult for me to win despite Rosalie's absence, I found solace in the fact that she had kept her promise not to spend another month in my house. Upon my return, Serena informed me that Rosalie had packed her bags and left the morning after our argument.Surprisingly, she left behind all the items I had gotten for her over the years, taking only the clothes she brought into my home. It felt as if she had never been there, fulfilling my desire of wanting to be free. Now, with the freedom to be with Yvette, I was undeterred by my father's threat to cut me off financially, as I prepared for our pre-honeymoon trip to Thailand with a bouquet of roses, a duffel bag, and a ring box from Stellar Stones, Yvette's favorite jewelry store, in hand.Despite my nerves, fueled by Yvette's recent unusual behavior, I was determined to move forward

Adrien"Enter," I commanded upon hearing a knock on the dressing room door, frustrated by the delayed delivery of my suit. They seemed oblivious to the difference in the value of my time and theirs.The door swung open, revealing a woman in the store's uniform. As she gently closed the door, I glanced up from my magazine to inquire about my suit, only to be stunned by her appearance —she bore a striking resemblance to my ex-wife, Rosalie. While we were married, her long blonde hair cascaded down her back, yet the woman before me now sported a chic brunette pixie cut. The shock left me momentarily frozen, the magazine slipping from my grasp."No way." I muttered as different thoughts raced through my mind. I couldn't believe it. As I blinked to ensure my eyes weren't deceiving me, I rose, attempting to approach her. However, she instinctively stepped back, her back meeting the door. Her fearful expression mirrored that of a deer caught in headlights, paining me to witness."Rosalie, i

RosalieI was aware that Adrien finding me was unlikely, given he didn't know my address, but his global resources meant he could locate anyone in the world, if he so wished. Despite this capability, he showed no interest in me, and reciprocally, I didn't care about him.As we ate dinner, staring at my kids, the persistent feeling that Adrien considered them his own refused to dissipate. He had seen them, interacted with them, and even a fool wouldn't be able to deny the uncanny resemblance between Mason and Adrien."Did you share anything with Mr. Vasanten?" I inquired."Like what?" Mason asked."I'm not sure." I shrugged. "What did you discuss?""He asked about our mother, and we told him your name," Maya replied. "Then, Mason asked if he has kids, and he said yes."My eyes widened in shock. "He said that?""Yes," Alessandra chimed in. "He just found out today, admitting he mistreated their mother, who kept their existence a secret as deserved punishment.""He finally realized how c