Married to the Billionaire’s Mad Heir

Celeste had never felt loved. Living under the Dyers' roof, she had always been reminded of how unwanted she was. A charity case. A guest who had overstayed her welcome. There was nothing new about it-even she knew that. She had learned to make herself small. So when Marianne suddenly began treating her with warmth and affection, Celeste knew something had changed. She was no longer invincible. She didn't have to shrink herself. Didn't have to walk on eggshells. Her long-time wish finally came true, to be loved again by the people she called family. But it all came with a price. A price Celeste found absurd. There had always been a reason behind her aunt's kindness, and this time was no different. All Celeste had to do was marry a billionaire who had asked for her hand. It was fishy. Everything about it felt laughable. Celeste knew she wasn't worth marrying a billionaire. If anyone was, it was Lydia, Marianne's daughter. She was the obvious choice. But the mysterious billionaire had asked for Celeste specifically. And she wasn't given a choice. The moment she wrote her name on the marriage certificate, her life took a sudden turn. She woke up to the truth that she had been sold off to the Blackwells, the richest family in the world. But that wasn't the dreadful part. Celeste hadn't been sold to just anyone, she had been sold to Aiden Blackwell. And Aiden Blackwell was a madman. The mad heir of Richard Blackwell. ——————— In panic, she blurted. "N-no... please... sir. T-this is w-wrong..." Aiden's fingers slowed, but didn't stop. His brows furrowed as he watched her. Her lips were parted but no more words came. She still looked scared, but now, a little panicked. "Is it wrong to touch my wife?" He asked, his fingers moving traitorously slow. Color rushed to Celeste's cheeks at his words, a mix of fear, panic and embarrassment. Though he wasn't running wild now, she could see why he was called the mad heir.  Who touched a stranger like that just because she was called his wife? Aiden suddenly stopped, and Celeste tensed. Her eyes lifted to his face, the little spill of light coming from somewhere in the room catching the shift in his expression. His brows drew together at first, then slowly a smirk crept up his lips. His gaze moved from her robe back to her face, his smirk growing darker. "Are you naked, wife?" He asked the known, the look in his eyes setting off alarms in her head. His smirk deepened. "And you're not here to seduce me?" Celeste's eyes widened at the accusation. "You're in my bed, wearing nothing under your robe... isn't that seduction, little lamb?" His voice was low. "No-no... I—I..." Without warning, he leaned in, close enough for her to feel his hot breath on her skin. "Shh... let me touch what's mine, wife."