MAYBE MEANT TO BE A BRIDE FOR MR ANTONIO
/1/127579/coverbig.jpg?v=2ea34f2e2c2f3053a637d5acfe2fbf25)
His Unwanted Wife, The Hidden Genius
I flew back to New York on my twenty-fifth birthday, carrying vintage gold cufflinks I spent weeks finding for my billionaire husband, Declan. But when I walked into our townhouse, I found him throwing a massive victory party with Sloane, a glamorous socialite, standing by his side as the proud hostess. "Don't cause a scene. Go upstairs." Declan coldly dismissed me in front of his guests. Even Poppy, the rookie player whose shattered ankle I had painstakingly rebuilt, rolled her eyes and ignored me to suck up to Sloane. Hiding in the shadows, I heard the maids gossiping that everyone thought Sloane was the future Mrs. Hartford. To make matters worse, I discovered Sloane had stolen my anonymous, groundbreaking medical algorithm and was planning to present it as her own. First my husband, then the girl I mentored like family, and now the scientific foundation I had built with my own hands. Declan even texted me to cancel our birthday breakfast without a single apology, treating me like an annoying afterthought. My tears vanished, replaced by a freezing clarity. I signed the divorce papers, leaving them on his desk with zero demands for his money. Then I packed my bags, booked a one-way ticket to Boston, and prepared to destroy them on the global stage.
Chapter 1
Aurelia Vance POV:
I had been married to Declan Hartford for three years.
Today was my twenty-fifth birthday, and I had flown back from Boston in secret, hoping for one quiet evening with my husband.
I'd spent a week carefully picking out a pair of gold cufflinks as a gift for my husband.
But the laughter spilling from the front door told me I was already too late: the woman who had taken my place at his side was already inside.
The heavy oak door swung open before I reached the porch. Three young players from the New York Titans, Declan's NHL franchise, stumbled out with crystal tumblers of scotch, laughing loudly. They barely glanced at me as they passed.
I stepped into the grand foyer. The heat hit me instantly,expensive champagne, roasted tenderloin, cigar smoke.
Dozens of people filled the double parlor: executives, scouts, wives in designer dresses.
In the center stood Declan, tall and broad in a bespoke charcoal suit. Beside him, laughing into his ear, was Sloane Whitfield, her backless silver dress catching the chandelier light. Her hand rested on his forearm like she belonged there.
Before I could take another breath, a blur of blonde hair darted past my elbow.
"Sloane!" Poppy Delacroix cried, throwing her arms around Sloane's slender waist. "You were completely right about the catering! This is literally the best victory party the team has ever had!"
Poppy is fourteen, a junior elite forward prospect.
I scouted her two years ago from a crumbling youth league, back when she was at her lowest.
Her parents had once shown me great kindness, and I knew they had already passed away, leaving her all alone in the world.
Declan and I adopted her together.
I rebuilt her shattered ankle with a custom rehabilitation plan.
I had always loved and cared for her as both a mother and a sister.
Now, she did not even glance in my direction.
Declan turned his head, his gaze sweeping over the crowd until his eyes locked onto mine. The easy grin on his sharp jaw vanished instantly. His brows drew together in a hard, irritated line.
He excused himself from Sloane, cutting through the throng of players with long, impatient strides.
"Aurelia," Declan said, stopping two feet in front of me. His voice carried zero warmth. "What are you doing here?"
My throat felt like sandpaper.
"I took the four o'clock flight from Boston," I whispered, clutching the strap of my bag until my knuckles turned white. "It is my birthday, Declan. I thought we could—"
"We are celebrating the division win," he cut in, his tone sharp enough to draw blood. "The board is here. The sponsors are here. Sloane spent four consecutive days coordinating this event so the organization could project stability."
He did not look at me. His gaze slid past my shoulder to the bar, like I was a waitress who had wandered into the wrong room.
"Don't cause a scene," he added quietly. "Go upstairs."
A soft, mocking murmur rippled through a cluster of players' wives standing near the grand staircase. Two women with platinum blowouts exchanged knowing glances over their flutes of Dom Pérignon.
"I didn't know," I said, my voice barely audible over the swelling music. "I am sorry."
I turned toward the staircase, my legs trembling beneath my wool trousers.
Near the landing, Poppy was adjusting her designer jacket in the hallway mirror.
"Poppy," I said softly, pausing beside her. "How is your ankle feeling after Thursday's third period? Did you complete the isometric sequence I sent?"
Poppy rolled her eyes, sighing loudly as she pulled out her phone.
"Aurelia, please, not right now," she muttered without looking at me. "Sloane is introducing me to a marketing director from one of our partners. I don't have time for your spreadsheets."
The dismissive edge in her voice hit me harder than Declan's coldness. I had stayed up until three in the morning reviewing her biomechanical scans while she was recovering from surgery, and now I was just an annoyance in the way of her social ascent.
I walked up the rest of the stairs and entered the primary suite—the massive, sterile bedroom allocated to me under our prenuptial agreement.
I sat on the edge of the mattress and pulled out the velvet box. The gold cufflinks gleamed under the bedside lamp, cold and useless.
Downstairs, cheers erupted. The sound vibrated through the floorboards.
I walked to the French doors overlooking the rear garden. Down on the illuminated patio, Sloane was directing two servers by an ice sculpture. Declan stood beside her, his head bent down as he listened to her speak, his hand casually brushing the small of her back.
They looked like the couple the city expected them to be.
My phone buzzed in my coat pocket. I pulled it out, hoping against hope.
It was an email notification.
"Happy Birthday, Aurelia. Remember that true science requires patience and solitude. You are meant for greater arenas than New York boardrooms. -Dr. Edmund Sterling."
My mentor at Harvard was the only person in the world who had remembered.
I typed a brief "Thank you, Professor" and shut off the screen.
Hours passed. The bass eventually quieted, replaced by the occasional clatter of glassware and slamming car doors. My throat burned with thirst.
At two in the morning, I padded downstairs in my stocking feet to fetch a glass of water from the butler's pantry.
As I rounded the corner near the service hallway, the voices of two newly hired catering maids stopped me dead in my tracks.
"Miss Whitfield is stunning," the first girl whispered, scraping dessert plates into a bin. "Mr. Hartford's girlfriend carries herself like royalty."
"A girlfriend?" the other asked, pausing. "But isn't Mr. Hartford rumored to be married? Is it inappropriate to be this close with Whitfield?"
"Married?Where did that come from? Even if there was one, they must have split long ago. I've worked three events here this month, and Miss Whitfield is the only woman hosting by his side. Everyone knows she's the future Mrs. Hartford."
I shrank back into the cold shadow of the archway, my blood turning to ice.
In the home where I held a legal marriage certificate, my presence had already been wiped clean.
/0/53953/coverbig.jpg?v=5fcdca5a9b67a7cccd86b8237c50b300)
MAYBE MEANT TO BE A BRIDE FOR MR ANTONIO
WARNING: ADULT CONTENT HERE* Read at your own risk! "No matter the time or place,you will spread your legs for me when I say so,that's my condition,can you do that?" Angela met his eyes and swallowed convulsively. "Yes". Her voice trembled. Angela, a 24 yrs old and breadwinner of her poor cla
/0/41117/coverbig.jpg?v=20230823123748)
Meant to be
I looked at her amused. I got up from my seat and stood infront of her. Not too close, not yet. ''You imagine too much Ms. Vitale. I can assure you that I'm not plotting anything, although I did plan something different". I whispered the last part. ''W-what?'' She asked looking confused. Cute.
/0/86659/coverbig.jpg?v=2ff94a75bc46309b6b4d5c903e1673a3)
A Marriage Never Meant To Be
My engagement to Ethan Hayes was suffocating, bound by a grim family rule: no breaking up, only widowed. My brother' s dying wish had sealed my fate with a man who no longer loved me. He loved Chloe Davis. The definitive moment arrived when my brother's watch, my most prized possession, was shatter
/0/24363/coverbig.jpg?v=f64030d947de1fa798bf156c495775db)
We were meant to be
Anya, the girl who fell for her best friend. But he already loves someone else and he is getting married in a month. She loves him to an extent that she can do anything to make him happy, even if his happiness lies in someone else...even if she has to let her heart break into tiny little pieces...
/0/43160/coverbig.jpg?v=20230807114341)
Yomega, meant to be yours
Falcon, a 32-year-old millionaire businessman, acquires a new company at the breaking point without imagining that there is a woman in it who prepared him for him and although at the beginning he denies the idea, he will end up determined to make it his own. But there are two problems. First: he's
/0/41768/coverbig.jpg?v=14f09d424f69592c6bcd046be61925f5)
Unexpected, But Meant To Be
"Be my bride," he suddenly declared, staring at her with the corner of his lips curled up in an amused smile. "What?" Her jaw dropped. Staring at the man who was sitting gracefully on the chair, all she felt was total hatred towards him. To the extent that the only thing on her mind was to pluck
/0/50028/coverbig.jpg?v=f526e42358026ab0f3223f1db45d8538)
We Are Meant To Be
Claire Bridgewater’s life and career is spiraled into confusion and trouble. The only way out for Claire to save her reputation as well as save her troubled brother was to plan the wedding of the year. A contract marriage between billionaire Zach Harrison and Maria Nicholas, a renowned reporter. But
/0/53445/coverbig.jpg?v=6dbb4fd23603ac66419abd5c833dbf21)
Meant To Be(In Love With Him)
Blurb: " Who are you?" She asked with the sharp pain in her body and voice. " Hope you are okay if you are not don't just stress yourself I would explain everything to you" He added with a smile and supporting look. ******* in the middle of her life he came up being there for her as she lost everyth
/0/25827/coverbig.jpg?v=81be3665d3f1037a90b45a5bd6a86a20)
BRIDE for Mr. Perverd
Unintentionally, a female student saw a hot scene of a lecturer with a beautiful female student in the campus hallway. "Do you also want to make love with me" said a man with a sensual smile and walked towards a girl. Man is a handsome lecturer who is quite famous on the campus. Let's call him Her
/0/84545/coverbig.jpg?v=866052e2a976171eadd20b4591955398)
Some Things Are Just Meant To Be
The rain hammered against the window, mirroring the frantic beat of my heart as my mother clutched her chest, her breathing shallow. I called 911, but the streets were flooded, and the ambulance was delayed. Desperate, I called my wife, Sarah. Her voice, bright and cheerful over the noisy clatter
/0/74386/coverbig.jpg?v=4f320b8166deb19bc3c322073a62de42)
A Substitute Bride for Mr. Voss
"A million dollars," he said, his voice flat, like he was negotiating over a car, not a person. Astrid shook her head, opening her mouth to protest, but he cut her off. "Let's make it two then," he offered. She stared at him, stunned, wondering if he'd lost his mind. "Mr. Voss..." "Final offer.
/0/59300/coverbig.jpg?v=20240730100644)
Compelled To Be A Substitute Bride
The death of Debora's older sister, Riska, truly saddened the entire family. Riska died while giving birth to her first child. His body was weak, making him unable to survive. Due to circumstances, the whole family wanted Deborah, to take her place the position of his deceased brother, becoming h
/0/99989/coverbig.jpg?v=e2c0f3d91a0c9a3de02be0635e29c95b)
His Brother's Bride To Be
Luciana Moretti was raised to honor her family, even when it breaks her. She was meant to marry Adrian Orlov-the gentle heir who became her safe place. Then the accident stole him. With the Valerios threatening the Las Vegas port, Adrian's father, Don Lorenzo Orlov, refuses to let the alliance die.
/0/18614/coverbig.jpg?v=0f857ca930657a84001d69376aa21c12)
Unbearable Love: Boss, Please Let Me Go
Their encounter was a mistake. Natalie mistook Carter for the senior she had a crush on, so she saved him from danger and even gave him her first time. To get him out of trouble, she married his young brother, but the one she loved was him. As finding her pregnancy, she got nothing but his suspic
/0/65217/coverbig.jpg?v=20250415135320)
Switched Bride For Mr. Anderson
After switching grooms with her sister, Nady Jones, Hazel is broken with the thought that she will be marrying Coyle Anderson, the billionaire who is rumored to be a living corpse while her sister marries her fiance. Never did Hazel expect Coyle to be loving and also healthy; just like fire, the
/0/25942/coverbig.jpg?v=75d62a53c56cfaea83be25759e642988)
Meant for each other
A young lady was found unconscious by two siblings; Fleur and Miguel in Fraser Island,the countryside of Australia. They nursed her back to health and Fleur being a Nurse discovered that the young lady has Amnesia(Loss of memory). She couldn't remember a thing from the past not even her own name. Th
/0/49539/coverbig.jpg?v=12a155e497c2fcba344992b7a04783d1)
Forced To Be His Bride. Fated To Be His Mate.
Denali Ozera's once perfect life was turned upside down the day her mother and only alley passes away and her father brings home a new wife. From that point on she has to endure abuse and suffering until the day she decides she can't take anymore. However, instead of her life coming to an end it tu
/0/48249/coverbig.jpg?v=8bcd23c2c2e9d3c1a16290d7bbc55782)
A Bride For CEO
I was so lost for a very long time, but now I am not. Sariel is my home, and I can now finally say that I am home. Forgiveness and acceptance are the two powerful things in life. So everyone, I am Aius Frosco a father of a handsome young man and a cute little angel. I am leaving you all this words;
/0/51526/coverbig.jpg?v=cfbaa0ef6d921e33ee08806ffd01e088)
A Bride For Rent.
If you ask a normal person, How does it feel to be 25? "A new bright age, for any gender to start thinking of how to settle down with his/her partner" Yes, that's the correct answer, I think it is for everyone but definitely not Jasper Wealth. He his q only a playboy who enjoy his life for fucking
/0/67208/coverbig.jpg?v=4beec28c731ee54f9179354d9cdc83a1)
Mr. Jones, Be Gentle
A stranger sneaked into Grace's tent and made her his woman after he had drugs. Then, she got the baby of the stranger. She went to find that man but failed. Although she wanted to quit the child, she still backed out. Five years later, to raise her little boy, she became a paparazzi and accidentall
