Claimed By The Billionaire At The Altar

Kimani thought she was walking into her happily ever after, marrying her boyfriend of three years and fiancé of one. But at the altar, her dream shatters when proof of his infidelity is revealed. Instead of remorse, he humiliates her, blaming her and abandoning her before everyone.

Whispers fill the church, pitying the bride left behind until a powerful man steps forward.

Alaric Walker. Billionaire. Elusive head of the Walker empire. A man feared and respected in equal measure, who suddenly claims her as his wife right there at the altar.

The city is thrown into shock. A marriage born out of scandal, doomed before it even begins or so everyone thinks.

But when Alaric starts treating Kimani with kindness, protecting her, and proving to be the husband she never expected.

And the marriage that everyone thought would be a joke turned out to become one of true love and protection.

KIMANI

I sat in the room waiting, already dressed in my wedding gown, a princess-style dress that my friend designed and made for me. Today was my wedding day-after four years of love, three as Jason’s girlfriend, and one as his fiancée. I was finally getting married to the man I thought was my forever.

The door opened and my dad walked in, his eyes already teary. I forced myself to look away, if I cried, my makeup would be ruined, and there was no extra time to fix it.

“My princess,” he said softly, stretching out his hand for me to take, “your mum would be so proud of you.”

I carefully stood and placed my hand in his. “Thank you, Papa. I’m so happy.”

“I’m happy for you too.” His voice cracked, and he blinked quickly, trying to hide the emotion welling in his eyes. “Are you ready?”

“Yes.” I inhaled deeply, then let it out slowly. “I am.”

“Before you step out, your friends want to see you. I’ll give you a moment.” He kissed my forehead and walked out, his hand lingering on the doorknob as if he didn’t want to leave me just yet.

The moment the door shut, it opened again and my three best friends literally danced in, Zendaya, Malik, and Denise.

“I am so proud of myself,” Malik declared, eyes shining as he spun around me dramatically, taking in the gown.

“Thank you so much, Mal,” I said, smiling warmly.

“Oh hush,” he scoffed with mock arrogance. “Didn’t I always say I’d design each one of your wedding dresses? Look at you, you’re glowing. This masterpiece,” he gestured to the gown, “was made for you.”

Zendaya clasped her hands together, her eyes shimmering. “I swear you look like a real princess, Kimani. Jason is going to faint when he sees you walking down that aisle.”

“Or cry,” Denise added, smirking. “Men love to act tough, but weddings always crack them.”

We all laughed, the sound easing some of the nerves that had begun to build in my stomach.

“I’m just glad