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

The Wedding Day.The Grand Regent Hotel buzzed with the kind of frenzied excitement that only came with events so grand they felt unreal. The ballroom was being transformed into a floral paradise, and the anticipation in the air was thick enough to taste. But inside the bridal suite, things felt different—quieter, almost still, as if the world had pulled back for just a moment.Sophia stood in front of the mirror, staring at her reflection. The woman looking back at her was dressed in a gown worth more than some people’s homes, her hair an intricate twist of curls, her makeup flawless. And yet, she barely recognized herself."Pinch me," Sophia whispered, more to herself than anyone else. "This all feels like a dream.""More like a fairy tale," Susan said, her tone light as she fluffed out the layers of Sophia’s gown. "Come on, you’re about to marry the perfect guy in the wedding of the century. What more could anyone ask for?"But instead of smiling, Sophia's hands tightened on the ed

The Perfect StrangerSophia’s heels clicked against the empty street, her breath sharp and ragged, each step echoing in the hollow night. She wasn’t running fast enough. No matter how hard she tried, the humiliation clung to her like a second skin—unshakable, suffocating. Her chest burned, a deep, gnawing pain that refused to fade, the cold wind cutting against her tear-streaked face doing nothing to soothe it.The images from her ruined wedding flashed in her mind, each one more painful than the last. Ryan’s betrayal. His smug grin. Emma’s guilt-laced eyes. The whispers of the guests, the pitiful looks they threw her way. She couldn’t stand it. She had nowhere to go, no one to turn to. She was utterly alone.Up ahead, a neon sign flickered—Club Eclipse, its gaudy pink glow buzzing in the darkness like a bad omen. She had heard of it before, but she had never once thought of going inside. Not until now. Tonight, oblivion seemed like the only escape. The noise, the crowd, the alcohol—a

Dangerous GamesSophia's heart hammered against her chest as she followed the butler to the foyer. Chris stood there, impeccably dressed in a sharp suit, his tablet clutched firmly in his hands."Miss Muller," he said, his voice professionally neutral. "Mr. Vanderbilt requests your presence at his office tomorrow morning at 9 AM sharp."Sandra materialized behind Sophia, her eyes gleaming with calculated interest. "The Vanderbilts? My, my, Sophia. What have you been up to?""Nothing that concerns you," Sophia snapped, turning back to Chris. "And what if I refuse?"Chris's expression didn't waver. "Mr. Vanderbilt mentioned you might be... reluctant. He asked me to remind you of a certain bridge incident."The color drained from Sophia's face. Behind her, Sandra's sharp intake of breath made her skin crawl."Tell him I'll be there," Sophia managed, her voice barely above a whisper.As Chris departed, Sandra's perfectly manicured nails dug into Sophia's arm. "What bridge incident? What h

Deadly SecretsSophia paced her bedroom, Bella's text message burning in her mind. The night before her wedding was mostly a blur – champagne and anxiety had proved a dangerous combination. But fragments remained: stumbling into Mark Vanderbilt at that hotel bar, his bitter ramblings about Lucas, and then...Her phone buzzed again. Lucas.*Car will be there at 7:45. Wear black.*She should cancel. With what Bella knew, getting closer to Lucas was playing with fire. But her fingers were already typing:*Fine. But this isn't a date.*His response was immediate: *We'll see.*A knock at her door made her jump. Emma stood there, wearing a smile that didn't reach her eyes."Going somewhere special tonight, sis?"Sophia's skin crawled at the false sweetness in her stepsister's voice. "Nothing that concerns you.""Oh, but it does." Emma sauntered in, running her finger along Sophia's dresser. "Especially when it involves Lucas Vanderbilt. Mother's quite interested in your sudden connection t

Trust FallsThe silence in Lucas's penthouse was deafening. His eyes hadn't left Sophia's face since the call, as if searching for answers in her expression."Lucas," she whispered, "you can't think I had anything to do with-""What am I supposed to think?" His voice was dangerously quiet. "My brother threatens you with blackmail, and hours later he's dead.""I would never-" She reached for him, but he stepped back."Don't." The word was sharp as broken glass. Lucas ran a hand through his hair, his composure cracking. "The timing, Sophia. You show up in my life twice – first at the club, then on that bridge. Both times when my company was facing crucial decisions about those South American contracts."Sophia's blood ran cold. "You think I planned this? That I deliberately sought you out?""Did you?"The question hung between them like poison. Before she could answer, Lucas's phone buzzed again. A text from Chris:*Police are on their way to the penthouse. Building security has been or