Novel & Cerita Accidental Billionaire Bride

The stranger who was somehow going to make all her pain disappear. And it begins.... Raya Bridges stood in the midst of the large crowd completely frozen with a dinner tray in her hand. She was unsure of what to do or say. What was supposed to be just another day at work had gone very unexpectedly. “My dear, please consider my offer, marry my son Raphael.” Fredrick Renolds said again. “Uhm… Uhm… I… I” Raya stuttered. The whole scenario felt so surreal to her, she could not understand why Fredrick Renolds who happened to be the wealthiest man in West Hartford would want her as his daughter in-law.

Julian read the headline: "EXCLUSIVE: THE BLACKOUT WEDDING. Sources confirm billionaire Adrian Whitmore and Arabella Ashford were officially married two days ago in an ultra-private, highly secured location in the Hudson Valley, completely outsmarting high-society observers. The new Madame Whitmore is reportedly resting comfortably at an undisclosed honeymoon estate." The phone in Julian Vance’s hand felt suddenly hot and heavy as the bold text of the headline flashed like a physical blow. ...completely outsmarting high-society observers. The new Madame Whitmore is reportedly resting comfortably at an undisclosed honeymoon estate.

I breathed out, slumping onto the edge of the bed with a soft thud. My shoulders drooped. The silence in the room only made me more aware of how unprepared I felt. Being married to a billionaire didn’t automatically mean you knew how to dress the part. There were expectations—silent, loud, and always hovering. I was supposed to look elegant, put-together… untouchable. But right now, I looked like someone who barely rolled out of bed in an old shirt that used to be white. I dragged my fingers through my hair and glanced at the mirror across the room. My reflection stared back—plain, unsure, and still trying to figure things out.

“Wouldn’t what? Get caught up in something over his head? Because that is exactly what has occurred from where I am standing. Leila swallowed hard. Tunde had always been smart, but he was also young, ambitious, and sometimes reckless. If he had gotten mixed up with the wrong people… No. She wouldn’t let him go down for this. She forced herself to meet Adrian’s gaze. “What do you want?” Adrian leaned back against the bar, considering her. Then he said, casually—too casually— “Marry me.” Leila looked up. “What?” His smirk didn’t waver. "Wedding me." Laughter bubbled up in her chest, sharp and incredulous. “That’s the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard.”

He had a feeling Kiandra was about to tell him the truth about who he really was to her but that phone call snapped her out of it. Taking a deep breath to calm himself down, he walked up to the mother and the daughter. The guards who were there greeted him and he nodded as a reply. “Let’s go in,” he said to Kiandra. “This is too much. Don’t you have a smaller apartment, I’m okay with that than this,” Kiandra told Lucas. “I’m a billionaire, I don’t do small things,” Lucas replied as the door to the penthouse opened. Just as she had expected, everything screamed luxury. From the walls to the tiles to the interior design, everything screamed money.

Bile flooded her throat as paralyzing terror clawed its way up from the pit of her stomach. Last night, she'd gotten blackout drunk and married an absolute stranger. A billionaire stranger, from the look of this palatial mansion and his butler - or whatever that woman was supposed to be. And now she was trapped in his home...alone...as his wife. This couldn't be happening! How had one night of drunk idiocy spun so disastrously out of control? The Naked Billionaire - for that was clearly what he was - took a cocky step toward her. "That dress doesn't leave much to the imagination, Mrs. R. Although why don't we just skip the clothes altogether?"

*Accidental Surrogate For The Ruthless Billionaire* Blurb: Eloise Laurent thought she had it all—a loving husband, a beautiful home, and the promise of a bright future. But her perfect life shattered in a single night when she discovered her husband, Damian, was about to take another wife. Humiliated, heartbroken, and cast out with nothing, Eloise’s world crumbled. Yet, just as she hit rock bottom, an even more shocking revelation emerged—the child growing inside her wasn't Damian’s. Due to a hospital mix-up, she was carrying the heir of Dante Romano, a ruthless billionaire known for his cold heart and iron will.

With a backpack, she walked excitedly to sit next to Maria. "My gosh, the whole way here I heard people talking about a super handsome guy driving a flashy Lamborghini dropping you off at school." Maria replied resignedly, "You already knew?" "So it's really true!?" Sarah couldn't believe her ears. Her eyes lit up for gossip. She grabbed Maria’s arm at once and beamed, "So you aren't being kept by an old man, but in a romantic relationship with a very wealthy second-generation heir?" Very wealthy? Sure, that was Charles.

Rodrigo must be on his way to the wedding venue after speaking with me, it was already a bad omen to see the bride before the wedding yet he was coming around just to see how much I was suffering, he was the perfect description of someone who enjoys other people’s dilemma. Stepping out of the room, I looked around the dark hallway, it was quiet which could only mean that almost everyone had gone to the wedding. With the smiles on their faces, one would assume that the wedding was a happy matrimony between both families, they had no clue that this wedding was nothing but my worst nightmare, it was almost every socialite's dream to walk down the aisle with him but it was never mine at all. A s

The kind of laugh that bubbles up when your soul is collapsing and the universe is too cruel to make sense anymore. “Sweet,” I repeated, biting back a feral grin. “Yeah. Adorable.” I didn’t even wait for the receipt. I turned, walked out the doors of that overpriced hellhole, and stepped into the moonlight like a woman reborn. Because here’s the thing. I accidentally kidnapped a stranger, mistook him for my cheating fiancé, and absolutely railed him within an inch of his life. Meanwhile, my actual fiancé was across the hall, getting handsy with my own younger sister.