Accidental Billionaire Bride Novels & Stories

The headline made my blood run cold. "Christopher Zane's Secret First Marriage Revealed: Billionaire's Past Hidden from Current Wife." My hands went numb as I took the phone from Claire, scrolling through the article with growing horror. According to the piece, Christopher had been married before, years ago, to a woman named Katherine Morrison. The marriage had lasted less than a year before ending in what was described as a "bitter and costly divorce." There were photos—grainy but unmistakable—of a younger Christopher signing what appeared to be legal documents, a beautiful dark-haired woman beside him.

I held my ground and rolled my eyes. "Actually, no. I came to let you all know that I'm officially married." The room fell silent for a moment. Then, my dad, Richard Branson, stood up, his face a mix of incredulity and anger. "You're lying." "Am I?" I said, pulling out the marriage certificate and placing it on the table. "Here's the proof." Clara snatched the document, scanning it with her sharp eyes while my stepsister Sabrina peered over her shoulder. Sabrina's mouth twisted into a cruel smile. "Married already? That's rich. Who's the poor fool you managed to trap?"

She was here for a reason that even the gods didn't know why. How she ended up married to the billionaire playboy was beyond her. Two years ago, being drunk and stupid, she accidentally married him. Oh yes, it was just a mistake, a fuckin' stupid drunken judgment, not that she could blame herself. After all, being too drunk in Las Vegas and accidentally marrying a billionaire was never on her bucket list.

were the words and actions that made me clear my mother's hospital bills and other expenses at home before leaving them with an excuse – ‘I'm going to work for the money I got’. I got to the altar and my saliva dried up on its own on seeing the billionaire,throat sore god's had to wait for this very moment. He was looking so perfect in the expertly tailored suit on him and the pomade hairstyle allowed his cuteness to scream out itself. “You may now unveil your bride” the priest's words came, interrupting my thoughts and immediately, the billionaire raised my veil, allowing me to have a clearer view of his perfect looks. Our gazes locked for a while and I felt my heart skip a thousand beats a

“Rumor has it that you are in search of a wife. Something about an inheritance. My sister just turned 18 and is looking to settle down. My parents wanted her well provided for so I have spent almost all of our savings sending her to the best schools. She graduated with honors and her degree in business. She is going to start working for our family's company since she has no immediate prospects, but I would like to provide the life my parents had in mind for her. She understands that in our circles marriages are like business contracts and she has left it to me to find her a suitable partner.” I can hardly believe he would be able to choose a suitable toilet for a bathroom, let alone a ma

After that, he kissed the back of my hand. I was startled by his sudden action. "Oh, I feel fine. After all, this day is going to end," I replied. He gently placed my hand back on my lap, and he lowered his face to mine. "I can't believe you're my wife now, Myrtle," he said and plastered a genuine grin. I can see that he is definitely happy. "I can't believe it either. I'm married to a very haughty billionaire," I responded and smirked at him.

It doesn’t mean anything” I tell myself repeatedly as we start walking. We met the lawyers signed the required documents and in a few minutes, we were named husband and wife. Lily started clapping and smiling when the officiant said, “You can now kiss the bride” “Why” I shouted in my head.” We are not supposed to kiss” I thought to myself. I looked at Colton and saw him moving closer. I didn’t know when I closed my eyes until I felt his lips on my cheeks. I opened my eyes and stared at his. His dark eyes stared at me like he was mesmerized that I was his wife or something.

Are you alright?” The young woman quickly bent down to help the elderly lady who had fallen to the ground after being shoved aside by one of the bodyguards. In front of the grand cathedral, a luxurious bridal car had just arrived. The moment the car door opened, chaos erupted. Camera flashes exploded from every direction as reporters rushed forward, desperate to capture the first glimpse of the bride of the Wedding of the Year. Today, the mysterious heiress of the powerful Sutherland Group, the wealthiest family in the country, was finally getting married.

I folded it carefully, sliding it deep inside the pocket of my overcoat. I looked down at him. He was broken, trembling, and utterly dismantled, his head resting against his chest as he wept silent, agonizing tears of pain and defeat. I had the signature. I had the confession. But as I looked at his ruined face, the calculating side of my brain was still tracking the missing puzzle piece. He was a billionaire. He ran a massive global motorsport division. He had risked his entire career, his reputation, and his physical health to fly across the Atlantic and play husband to a woman he had never seen before.

Love, Emily. Richard's vision blurred. He clutched the letter tightly against his chest. "I'm so sorry..." Downstairs... Margaret's phone suddenly rang. She answered lazily. "Hello?" A cheerful voice replied, "Congratulations!" Margaret frowned. "For what?" "I just saw the news online." "What news?" "The billionaire wedding!" "They're saying Alexander Blackwood got married after the bride disappeared." Margaret laughed. "So?" "The replacement bride looks exactly like your stepdaughter." Margaret's smile disappeared.