The Billionaire's Rebellious Bride

Elena's mother is dying. Her only hope? Her ruthless grandfather, who demands an unthinkable price: marriage to the enigmatic Greek billionaire, Adonis Stavrakos. He's gorgeous, powerful, and utterly devoid of mercy. His rules are law, and his first command? A white wedding gown. But Elena, fueled by defiance, walks down the aisle in defiant black—a funeral for a life she's forced to abandon. Can love bloom from a contract of desperation, or will this marriage of convenience be her ultimate demise?

The Billionaire's Rebellious Bride

Elena's mother is dying. Her only hope? Her ruthless grandfather, who demands an unthinkable price: marriage to the enigmatic Greek billionaire, Adonis Stavrakos. He's gorgeous, powerful, and utterly devoid of mercy. His rules are law, and his first command? A white wedding gown. But Elena, fueled by defiance, walks down the aisle in defiant black—a funeral for a life she's forced to abandon. Can love bloom from a contract of desperation, or will this marriage of convenience be her ultimate demise?

The air in the grand ballroom of the Stavrakos Hotel hummed with restless anticipation, a low murmur of impatience building among the impeccably dressed guests. At the wedding arch, Adonis Stavrakos stood, a sculpted figure of Greek masculinity, his jaw clenched.

"Where is she?" his father, Kristov, muttered, glancing at the empty aisle. "It's almost an hour. Do you think she's coming?"

Adonis's eyes were riveted on the colossal twin doors, his temper a tight coil in his gut. "She'll come. She has to be."

He hated being kept waiting. The humiliation of standing before his family, friends, and business associates, while his arranged bride deliberately delayed, was a calculated insult. He knew it. Constantine Pallis's granddaughter was clearly testing him.

"She's really testing my patience," he muttered, then forced his attention away from the doors to the chattering crowd. His gaze snagged on Constantine Pallis, who seemed to be enjoying the delay, catching up with relatives.

His groomsman, Eros Petrakis, clapped him on the back. "You're having roots from standing here too long. I told you, getting married is a bad idea. We're still young, let's enjoy our bachelor's life!"

Adonis huffed, shaking his head. "I'm pretty sure she'll come."

Just as Eros left with a mocking laugh and the officiating minister dozed off, the music swelled, announcing the bridal entrance. All heads turned, excitement rippling through the crowd.

The massive doors swung open, revealing the bride. A collective gasp swept through the room.

Elena Pallis, defiant and breathtaking, walked down the aisle in an all-black wedding gown. It was a funeral for a life she was forced to abandon, a silent scream against the golden cage.