All Chapters of THE BILLIONAIRE’S MYSTIQUE BRIDE: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Mia’s POV“Get your hands off my butt Sir! I’m warning you.” I demanded, yanking myself free from his grip, disgust flooding my chest as I grabbed one of the nearby tables for support.“What are you going to do if I don’t, Cupcakes?” He teased, pulling me towards his shoulder, his eyes crawling over my waistline like a hawk.The charity event buzzed with lively chatter and rich laughter, as elegant guests mingled under sparkling chandeliers, oblivious to the chaos I was in. Soft jazz played in the background, adding to the vibrant, joyous atmosphere,“Let…go!” I resisted, struggle reflected on my face, my eyes constantly breaking contact with the men seated around him; whose eyes gleamed in amusement, their laughter dripping with mockery as I managed to break free for the second time.“I craved to feel this body the moment I stepped in here,” he growled, his voice low and strained. “What’s your price? I want to have you tonight.”Without a second thought, my fist united with his chin

Mia’s povI turned, tilting my head to meet his deep-set, smokey grey eyes. His gaze lingered—very predatory as if he wasn’t done with me yet."Are you serious right now? This can’t be real." He sighed, running his fingers through his silky black hair, the rest of the strands falling back into place effortlessly. “Look …I’m sorry if that came off kind of weird. The thing is… I’m… really attracted to you.”I scoffed, crossing my arms. “Oh, please. Don’t start. You’re just like the rest.”“No…it’s not like that, I promise. My intentions are clear,” he spoke, his voice softening but his eyes unwavering. “I want you to be with me, Tiffany. Not just— here, but for real. By my side.”My mind spun, struggling to process his words.How did I end up in this situation? Drawn to this man—who is a distraction from my mission.“I know this sounds crazy, but when our eyes met back there… you felt it too, right?” His voice dropped, and his hand reached out for mine.I wanted to oppose it, but I coul

Mia adjusted her gown slightly, standing before an imposing penthouse. No amount of preparation could steady her nerves—Zac Cornell was just beyond the walls, and she wasn’t sure how to face him. She stood before the gates of Zac Cornell’s estate, her breath catching at the sight of it. It was larger than she’d imagined—a fortress of steel and glass, framed by precisely maintained gardens. The high walls weren’t just physical barriers; they represented the gulf between Zac’s world and hers. Her palms felt sticky as she adjusted her bag, the weight of her mission pressing heavily on her shoulders. The role she was stepping into—that of Tiffany, the assistant cook—had taken weeks of preparation. Yet, now standing on the verge of her mission, buried doubts resurfaced. She had come for answers, but the emotions tangled with them threatened to overwhelm her. The chief of staff greeted her with a professional smile. He was tall, seamlessly dressed in a crisp suit, with an air of quiet

Mia sat in front of her mirror while Samantha sat beside her, watching, as she applied her lightweight lipstick. Then her phone rang. She saw it was her mom’s number, and a smile spread across her face. But the smile quickly vanished as she heard her mom sobbing on the other end.“Mom, what’s wrong?” Mia asked apprehensively.“Mia, I-I got evicted from my apartment!” Her voice cracked, tears spilling through the receiver. “I was robbed last night, and my landlord refused to give me an extension.”Mia gave a sigh, her voice shaking.“What? Mom, calm down. I’ll figure this out. Just give me a few hours, alright?”“Thank you, baby,” her mom said through sobs.Mia hung up, her fingers clenching tightly on her phone as her mind whirled. She needed to act fast, but there was only one person she knew who could supply the cash—and the thought of him made her stomach twist.“What’s going on?” Samantha asked, her head tilting in interest.“I need to pay a visit to Derrick right now,” Mia sai

Zac’s gaze lingered on Mia longer than he intended, a flicker of something real crossing his eyes. Deep down, he recognized the feelings he once had for her—it was undeniable. But acknowledging them, saying it aloud, felt impossible. His ego—and Bella, his fiancée—held him captive.Voicing his true feelings wouldn’t change anything. In fact, it would only complicate the already tangled mess between them.“No, it wasn’t.” Zac finally said, his tone carefully controlled. “I said what I felt at the time.” His jaw tightened. “But what do you expect? I’m just a man.”Mia studied his face, searching for sincerity. The way he looked then… It was as though he was no longer the person she had fallen for at first glance.“Obviously,” Zac continued, his tone shifting, “ things change. I did exactly what any other man would have done in that situation, seeing you in ‘that’ state.”Her brows furrowed, frustration boiling beneath her skin. “So, it meant nothing? All those promises, all those words…