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The Billionaire's Accidental Bride

Struggling to save her family from financial ruin, Elena finds herself in a whirlwind of fate when a clerical error binds her to the cold, enigmatic billionaire Alexander Thorne. What was meant to be a simple business arrangement spiraled into a legally binding marriage overnight. Now, Elena must navigate the treacherous waters of high society and Alexander's frozen heart, wondering if their accidental union could ever lead to a real love.
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Chapter 5

ALEX

I wasn't expecting her. The feisty girl who had challenged me for a hotel room.

Something that has never happened before. I clearly remember her words. Her taste. The way she trembled beneath me when I dived into her haven with hunger. I couldn't get enough of her. And I couldn't forget her.

Today, said woman became my assistant. Talk about a plot twist.

But this also makes her perfect for the job.

I need someone who will pose as my wife to the world, she needs someone who can help her get over whatever caused her pain.

Is it weird that my chest burns at the thought of it, that someone had her before me? Had fucked her before I did?

Had hurt her to the point of needing to release with nothing but a plastic dick?

They better pray I don't lay my eyes on them.

I looked at the entrance of her office next to my door. Feeling a bit of mischief, I rang her and told her to come in.

I watched her walk in, nervousness clearly written all over her face.

"Go over this contract" I picked up one of the files on my desk and handed it to her, "Pick out the pro's and con's and know if they are worth giving a shot"

I made sure I kept the best poker face I could have. In as much as I had no other thought other than to bend her over this table and relive that one night that had hunted me for days now, I was very strict about my company. Business was business.

And nothing else mattered in the face of business. I learnt that the hard way in the past.

"I thought this isn't under my work scope Sir" she quietly mumbled while I snorted as a response.

"Work scope huh? Need I remind you that you are my assistant. Your work scope is only what I want it to be. Do I make myself clear about it?"

I made my way towards her, our height difference clear as day. She looked like a bunny being preyed on. The prey was none other than me.

"Yes sir. Is there anything else you want me to do Sir?"

Your mouth on my cock.

You on my bed.

My cock in your pussy.

Taking me like the good girl you are.

Me drilling you.

You asking for more.

Your moans, that sweet noise you make when you come.

My scent on you.

Decisions, decisions. But it's too early for that. So I dismissed her.

"None. You may take your leave" She hurriedly scurried off which made me smirk. Smile not smirk.

"You do realize you have a limited time to think about this offer, right Emma?"

"I understand Sir. I will let you know my decision soon enough"

"Good. Now get back to work"

"Okay. And Sir"

"What is it Emma?" I raised my face to look at her, annoyance clearly all over it.

"The board called for a meeting. In the next thirty minutes"

Fuck. Those geezers who clearly have the appetite of a whale. I knew why they were coming.

Fucking paparazzi and the sick senses at twisting news. Now I have to deal with it.

"Understood. Now leave Emma"

"Yes sir" She hurriedly left my office. I would have laughed at the scene but that wasn't the mood for it.

Me handing that marriage contract to Emma was the only reasonable way to protect my reputation and my company before it hit rock bottom.

But in a scenario where she refuses, what was going to be the next plan.

I was still mulling over it till Emma informed me again through the telecom that they were already in the conference room waiting for me.

Trying to tame down my anger, I left for the conference room.

I knew what they wanted. But what I didn't like was someone acting tough in my territory. This is my company and I will be damned if I let some old greedy bastard make a decision for me.

*** ***

"It's always one news or the other. And it's a scandal. Our stocks are hitting a low and you don't even care"

"If you know you can't handle the company then make way for someone who can"

I raised my head to look at the man who had just dropped that comment.

Find someone else to handle my company. A company I had built from scratch with my own blood and sweat.

"Need I remind you Mr Thomas, that this is my company. I make the rules. I decide what's going to happen and when"

"But we are the members of your board..."

"Which I allowed for my father's sake. This isn't my father's company so don't you ever think you can waltz into my conference room and decide who gets to rule my company"

"Alexander, regardless of what Thomas here said, you do know that he has the company's best interest at heart" Mr Hamilton interjected.

"Then let me rephrase. For the past three years alone, each of you here has an annual income of fifty million dollars without raising your hands or contributing to any of the company matters. Even with the falling stocks, you are still liable to earn at least seventy percent of that income"

I look at them without saying another word. I could see them squirming in their seats. Their fear slowly sips out.

"Mr Thomas, last week you gifted your daughter a twenty billion dollars mansion for landing a third rate role in a movie. The same last week, an unknown transaction was made on the company's account. Do I need to mention more?"

"Are you accusing me of embezzlement, Alexander?"

"I never said such a thing as Mr Thomas. Only you know what's right and what's wrong"

I glance around again, this time my gaze fixed. They were all scared I would call them out. The money they took wasn't even enough to dent my pockets but that didn't mean it couldn't be used for blackmail material.

"Don't you all ever think I don't know what your plans are. Before making a move, investigate so you don't land yourself in trouble. This counts as your last warning. If any of you are to come in here and object to MY WAY of ruling MY COMPANY, then I am more than happy to buy out your shares.

"As for the scandals, I can assure you I already have a way to deal with the crisis"

At the mention of that, my phone beeped. An incoming message that is. I glanced down and smiled at the content.

'I agree to your offer Sir. The contract is signed and on your table'

"And what measures do you have Alexander?"

The question came from Mr Black. The only member of the board who I actually respected.

"You will just have to wait and see" I replied vaguely and made my way to my office.

My little fireball just sealed her fate into my hands.

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