Accidental Billionaire Bride Novels & Stories

"I told you I didn't." "It's just that the timing is so suspicious." She tilted her head, voice carrying further now, drawing more eyes from nearby clusters of guests. "Jilted at the altar one week, married to a billionaire the next. Pregnant within a month." Her eyes dropped briefly to my stomach. "Almost like you had a plan." "I didn't plan any of this." "Of course not." Her tone made it clear she believed the opposite entirely. "Forgive me if I find it hard to believe a stranger from nowhere just happened to land herself a fortune through pure accident."

Beauty said and stood up to get the first aid. She bent to clean his woumds and his next words shocked her. “Marry me!" " Are you high? Why would I marry a stranger?" She snapped. " Then spend ninety days with me. In return I'll pay you a billion dollars. " He said and she gasped. " You're kidding right? “ She asked but his face was serious. " Why would you want to spend ninety days with me? “ " It would get my parents off my back. Besides you need the money too. “

As he considered the evening's conversation, a smug smirk adorned his lips as he reveled in the cunning of his silent plan. The Russian mafia boss's father had established an intriguing precondition for his son to inherit the family empire. He decreed that his son must find a suitable wife and gave at least, an heir before he could claim his birthright. Given this mandate, the mafia boss found himself in a perplexing situation. Asa, the captive woman, had unexpectedly stirred an arousal in him, something that no other woman had managed to incite. This unforeseen connection made him contemplate Asa as a potential life partner and perhaps, he already has an heir, Alfred.

He pulled her cheeks and placed a tender kiss on her forehead. The secretary who had died and risen so many times couldn't help dying again. The president was already married and no one knew about it...? She knew he was dating Mirabel some time ago, yet, he ended up with someone else. She was curious about her new madam. Who could she be...? Is she an heiress from one of the ancient prestigious families in New York...? Or is she a foreigner...? Different questions popped up in her head, unfortunately, she wouldn't dare to ask any.

Lowering his voice, he whispered, "It's actually a fake, borrowed it from a friend." She nodded and pulled back, her face flushing. "Yeah, uh, it looks real," she said, pulling her hand from his arm and stepping away. He was happy his little lie had worked-otherwise, how would he explain wearing a brooch worth two million when he was trying to pass off as poor? But he was also confused as his bride withdrew from him, as if suddenly shy of their closeness.

Margaux’s POV. Beatrix! Beatrix! Her name sounded familiar but I couldn’t remember where I heard it! Clyde left last night without even glancing at me. I was left alone in this lonely penthouse his grandparents gave me. I had to go to the hospital but I didn’t even have the energy. “My wedding got cancelled, the father of my child doesn’t want us in his life…how worse could it be?” I sarcastically told myself. Soon, I realized my tears were flowing endlessly.

Nancy’s threat had made me mention Riley working with dirty chemicals(In Chapter 2), it was just an effort from my end to make her at least take a break from work, but instead, she buried herself in her work, with the vicious bitch right next to her. On our supposed wedding day, Nancy sent me a video. It was a video of her about to set Riley’s company ablaze. I was made to choose between saving her company and getting married to her. Back then, I knew Riley was preparing to launch a new product and that if something went wrong it would hurt her so much, so I chose to hurt her rather than to watch her go through the trauma of watching her hard work go to waste. My absence that day made her ru

Dozens of no⁠tificat⁠ions, messages⁠, missed calls. And one headline that made my stomach‌ drop. “‍The Billionaire’s Bride: Love, Lies, and Leverag⁠e?⁠” T‌he article‌ had my n⁠ame in bol‍d letters. It‍ c⁠alled me a myster⁠y‍ wo‌man with no social backgr‌ound, a po‌ssible p‌aw‌n in a strateg‍ic‍ marriage, and worst o‌f all — it ques‌tioned if I h⁠ad “married into luxu‍ry” fo‌r money.

“Owns multiple companies in LA and abroad. Real estate, tech, you name it. He’s got his fingers in a lot of pies. But here’s the kicker, he’s not married. No kids, no family to speak of. Just this one woman he meets up with on weekends. Keeps her under wraps, but I managed to dig up a few photos.” My stomach dropped as I flipped through the photos. There she was, Bridget. Her face stared back at me from the glossy prints, her smile as radiant as I remembered. But she wasn’t smiling at me anymore. She was smiling at him. Smith. The man who had taken her from me, who was standing as a roadblock to my happiness and progress. A surge of anger boiled inside me, hot and uncontrollable. My hands tr

“You’re more spirited than I expected.” “Is that a problem?” “Not at all,” he said smoothly. “In fact, I think it’ll make things more interesting.” Emily bristled at his arrogance but bit back a retort. She wasn’t here to argue with him—she was here to secure her future. “I’ll see you tomorrow,” she said, turning on her heel and heading for the elevator. As the doors closed behind her, Emily let out a shaky breath. She had just agreed to marry a billionaire for two million dollars.