Ruined Before The Wedding; Claimed By The Billionaire

Elena

A sharp headache throbbed the moment my eyes opened, and I winced, pressing my fingers against my temple as my lashes fluttered weakly. My vision blurred for a second before it slowly cleared, and the first thing that hit me was the strange feeling in my chest. This was not my room. I frowned slightly, my gaze moving around as confusion settled in. The walls were unfamiliar, the ceiling above me had thin cracks running across it that I had never seen before, and the heavy curtains blocked most of the morning light, leaving the room dim and quiet. Everything felt wrong. The sheets beneath my fingers were rougher than what I was used to, and the scent in the air was unfamiliar, not mine, not comforting.

My stomach twisted as a cold realization crept in. This was not where my future husband lived.

A shiver ran up my spine, and my body suddenly went still when I became aware of something else. There was warmth beside me. My breath caught immediately, my fingers curling tightly into the sheets as my heart began to pound faster. Slowly, almost reluctantly, I turned my head.

The moment my eyes landed on the man lying next to me, my entire body froze.He was not Daniel.He was a stranger.

My heart began to race uncontrollably, slamming hard against my ribs as panic rushed through me. Memories from last night came crashing back all at once-the hotel, the door I should not have opened, the drinks I kept accepting, and the way everything slowly blurred until I lost control. My lips parted slightly as my head shook in disbelief, my chest rising and falling too quickly.

"Oh God... no... this cannot be happening," I whispered, my voice trembling.

But deep down, I already knew the truth, and today was my wedding day.

A sharp wave of panic surged through me, and I pushed myself up from the bed too quickly, causing dizziness to hit me hard. I grabbed onto the mattress for support, my fingers tightening as I tried to steady myself while my breathing turned uneven. In just a few hours, I was supposed to walk down the aisle. Guests would already be arriving. My family would be waiting. Everyone would be watching.

"What have I done?" I muttered, my voice breaking as my hands trembled in front of me.

Forcing myself to move, I slid off the bed, my legs feeling weak beneath me as I looked around the room in a hurry. My dress was lying on the floor, wrinkled and carelessly thrown aside, while my heels were scattered nearby, one standing upright and the other tipped over. I moved toward them quickly, then stopped when another thought hit me.

"My purse..." I said under my breath, my brows furrowing as unease tightened in my chest.

Panic rose quickly. I dropped to my knees and began searching everywhere, my hands moving from under the table to behind the chair and across