Bound To The Billionaire

AVA I was strapped in a car which rolled into a villa nestled in the quiet suburbs, far from the hustle and bustle of the city. It was supposed to be serene, but all I felt was a growing sense of dread. I just got married today. No wedding ceremony. No vows. No rings changing and kisses. Just an official marriage document which I was forced to sign. And a car is currently sending me to the suburb villa, together with my parents and sister. Don't get me wrong. They are not escorting me like a loving family, but to meet my husband's uncle, Mr John Tyson and other inlaws. As for my husband? Yes he is the heir to the Tyson family fortune but he is mentally unstable, a man who acts like a child. He is a fool and stain in his wealthy family, just like me, an illegitimate daughter in my family. As my older sister says, 'a fool and a bastard, what a perfect match.' My eyes glistened with unshed tears as the reality of my predicament dawned on me. "Smile and wipe your face. We don

LIAM The hot droplets cascaded from the faucet and trickled endlessly down my torso. My eyes flickered at the bath toys I had kept neatly on the washing sink, a reminder of the charade I had been acting since the death of my parents in a crash years ago. I wasn't truly mad or mentally unstable. I was well, fit, and hale. I had been putting up this act because I knew my life was in danger. Someone out there, possibly in my family or a rival business company, seeks to destroy me. It all happened three years ago, when I was eighteen. I began having seizure attacks and rapid changes in my mood. I would be violent at times, hallucinating too. The family doctor was consulted, and he just checked it as a series of allergy attacks. Two years later, I lost my parents in a fatal car crash. It was honestly devastating. Almost immediately, I began having seizure fits again, panic attacks, and my mood swings were becoming quite alarming. Still, the doctor waved it off as allergy attacks. But

AVA I awoke with a start, my eyes fluttering open to a soft, early morning light filtering through the curtains. My heart pounded in my chest as I took in my surroundings. My blurry eyes struggled to make sense of the room I found myself in. The room was familiar, the bed sheets cool against my skin. That was when the memory struck me like lightening. I had been married yesterday, married to a man who was mentally incapable of loving me. The memories became more vivid in my thought especially Davies' harassments. I really moved from frypan to fire. The thought of spending my entire life with this family brought me so much discomfort and made my stomach churn. But still, something was off. I tried moving but a strong vice grip held me in place. Darting my eyes down, I noticed Liam's arm was draped possessively over my waist, his breath warm and steady against the back of my neck. When had we cuddled in our sleep? This closeness—was new and unsettling. Carefully, I tried to sh

AVAAs I approached the grand dining table, the opulence of the room seemed to amplify the tension already palpable in my body. My family’s sudden arrival and threat to my stay in this family were still very fresh in my heart. I can’t believe how low they would go just to make sure I become their puppet but I won’t be subjugated by anyone. My steps were calculated as I ambled towards the table, pulling out a chair beside Liam. Liam stood near the head of the table, his gaze darting around as he hummed softly to himself, occasionally picking at the fabric of his chair. His uncle, John Tyson, sat at the opposite end, his gaze cold and calculating, as if he was already poised to cast his judgments upon me. "Good evening, Ava," John's voice sliced through the room, drawing everyone's attention to my entrance. "Nice of you to join us." I mustered a polite smile, trying to ignore the underlying edge in his words. "Thank you, John. I am sorry if I was late” Clara looked up from her ph

AVA I left the mansion with a heavy heart, each step weighed down by the burden of my circumstances. The thought of the upcoming function filled me with dread. The idea of facing Clara and the rest of the family in a public setting made my stomach churn. But I couldn’t afford to let them see me falter. I had to present myself with grace and dignity, even if it meant borrowing it from somewhere else. I made my way to the local boutique, my mind racing with worries. I didn’t have the money to buy new shoes, but I hoped I could rent a pair that looked elegant enough to pass their judgmental scrutiny. The bell above the door chimed as I entered, and the shopkeeper, a woman who looked like she was in her early twenties with sharp eyes and a tight-lipped smile, glanced up from behind the counter. “Good day Miss, how can I help you?” she asked, her tone clipped and professional. “Yes, I’m looking to rent a pair of heels,” I replied, trying to keep my voice steady. She raised an eyeb