All Chapters of The Billionaire's Forgotten BRIDE : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The salt air of the coast was meant to be a balm, a place where the edges of the world blurred into an indifferent gray horizon. For three weeks, Sophia had existed in a state of suspended animation. She lived in a drafty, two-room cottage where the floorboards groaned under the weight of her aimless pacing and the windows rattled with every gust of wind coming off the Atlantic. She had brought nothing but a single suitcase and the ruin of her pride.The humiliation was a physical weight, a pressure in her chest that made drawing a full breath feel like an impossibility. She had stopped checking her phone days ago; the silence was safer than the digital taunts of a society that had watched her be left at the altar by Alexander Kingston.But it wasn't just her own shattered life she was mourning. She placed a trembling hand over her stomach. Six weeks. She had found out just days before the wedding, a beautiful secret she had intended to gift Alexander on their honeymoon. Now, it felt

ALEXANDER KINGSTON POV;****************Alexander Kingston lived in a world of absolute control. For five years, he had meticulously rebuilt the fragments of his life, turning his grief into concrete and his fury into a financial empire. He had convinced himself that the past was dead, buried under the foundation of the very buildings he constructed.Then, she walked into his boardroom.When Sophia Hart stepped through the double doors, Alexander’s heart didn't just skip a beat; it felt as though it had been violently torn from his chest. He sat frozen as his high-backed chair rotated, his eyes locking onto a ghost.Sophia.She looked different. The soft, radiant girl who used to laugh into his shoulder had been replaced by a woman made of polished marble and razor-sharp angles. Her charcoal blazer tailored her like armor, and her eyes—once so warm—were shards of absolute ice.Listening to her speak was a form of refined torture. When she threw his own past words back at him—“Unlike

The rain had not let up by the time Sophia’s heels clicked against the granite steps of Kingston Enterprises once again. If anything, the storm had grown more violent, mirroring the tempest tearing through her chest.She had left Leo at the hotel under lock and key, surrounded by toys and Sarah’s fierce protection. Leaving him, even for an hour, felt like tearing away a piece of her own skin. But Sophia knew that running would only turn her into prey. To protect her son from the Kingston wealth, she had to face the king himself.She stepped into the executive elevator, smoothing down her charcoal blazer. The fabric was still faintly damp from her earlier flight, but her posture was unyielding steel. She watched the floor numbers tick upward. Four. The executive floor.When the doors chimed open, the hallway was completely deserted. The developers, the secretaries, the security guards—all gone. cleared out on Alexander’s orders. The silence was suffocating, smelling of expensive cedarw

Alexander watched her.He didn’t move an inch, his hand still braced flat against the heavy oak door frame, pinning her within the narrow space between his body and the exit. Up close, the scent of her—thick with the rainy city air and a trace of the jasmine perfume she used to wear—cut through the heavy, stale scent of the boardroom. It was a sensory assault that nearly brought him to his knees.For five years, his mind had been an erratic, broken machine, constantly cycling through the same empty rooms, the same forged signatures, and the exact moment his life was stolen from him. He had convinced himself that if he ever saw her again, he would demand answers with the cold authority of a man who owned half the skyline.Instead, looking down at the fierce, unblinking defiance in Sophia’s eyes, he felt entirely hollowed out."On your terms," he murmured, his voice cracking on the final syllable.He slowly pulled his hand back from the door frame, deliberately stepping away to give her