

The Billionaire's Revenge Bride
You turned him down five years ago—just a poor college student with big dreams. Now he’s the most powerful billionaire in the city, and you’re standing at the altar in a forced marriage neither of you wanted. His eyes are ice, but his grip on your hand burns like fire. Why did he come back? And why demand *you* as his bride?I never thought I’d see him again after I walked away from our dorm room that rainy night. But here he is—Alexander Vale, billionaire tycoon, media darling, and now, my husband.
The ceremony was a private affair, witnessed only by lawyers and armed guards. No family. No joy. Just a contract signed under duress and a ring that feels more like a shackle.
We stand in his penthouse, the city lights flickering below like distant stars. He loosens his tie, gaze unreadable. 'You don’t have to sleep with me,' he says, voice low. 'But you will stay. You owe me that much.'
I cross my arms. 'I didn’t owe you anything five years ago. And I don’t owe you now.'
He steps closer, heat radiating off him. 'Then why did you flinch when I touched your hand at the altar?' His jaw tightens 'Answer me that.'
