Accidental Bride Of A Billionaire Novels & Stories

"She's now married, and her new family is a billionaire family, so why should she continue to work in our small company? Ace should take over the company, while She should begin to work for her new family and generate more opportunities to expand our company." "Now that you say it like that, it's quite convincing. However, I will need some time to think about it," he replied. He got off the bed and entered the bathroom to do his morning business. Martha sat on the bed with a smirk on her face, her plans were slowly perfecting. First, she has to make Rosaline leave the company to make room for her son, then she'd find ways to make her billionaire family kick her out. She didn't want to take a

My best friend screeched, shaking her head. "It's not a real date. We're not dating. Just sex." I reminded her. "Still, you both are married for fuck's sake! And you're married to a public figure too! God forbid, the wealthiest billionaire's new wife is seen wearing cheap stuffs and looking out of place. You better get used to your new status, at least for the next one year. If he's taking you to a fancy restaurant, and not a club, I'm assuming you'll be sitting down, which means, no open-toed shoes. They're the easiest to trip on. Wedge heels are safer and the best option, if you ask me. If the restaurant is too fancy, wear closed-toe high heels. I can't believe I have to tell you all of th

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.

I did a last-minute prayer and got out of the car, hesitantly walking towards the officer who scanned me up and down with the look that could spell out that this isn't going to end well. And it didn't because who would've thought that marrying a rich man accidentally wasn't a right pair with a clumsy trait. Because if I crossed his path, then he faces more loss than me. Well, Juvie would be worse but being taken to the police station is enough to get the press hurdling out the police station's building. "You outdid yourself, my clever wife." At least I understood that was sarcasm right there.

I know this hasn't been easy for you. He sounded sincere, he sounded honest at least. Claire understood, it wasn't an easy decision for them to make, going on with the wedding, even after her sister's betrayal. "It's waiting for you when you come back from your honeymoon. Your other surprise is sitting in your bank account." Claire's eyes widened. "You really went all out..." He father shrugged. "Only the best for my daughter." Claire smiled. Fair enough, she'd accept their gifts. Slowly, the reception came to an end and the guests were expected to see Henry and Claire off. There was a private jet already waiting for them as they were to leave for their honeymoon in Bora Bora.

" A voice said which made everyone to be quite instantly. People nearly go crazy to see the famous Billionaires on stage, especially Collins Reed Walter.... "How to see my grand child and my daughter on stage" Mrs Walker said. "Granny" Kiara screamed as she ran into her embrace. Vivienne, Piper, Riley, Grace, Kimberly and the rest couldn't control how happy they were. "I never knew she's famous like this" Collins said and everyone burst into a round of laughter. "I'm famous, my daughter is famous, my unborn child is famous already." Collins said with a wide smile and continue."I'm an extrovert but my wife is an introvert." He said with a cute and breath taking smile.

he murmured, though his jaw clenched. They hadn’t even settled into their seats when both their phones began buzzing incessantly. Notification after notification lit up their screens, the onslaught relentless. Curiosity overtook Sarah, and she picked up her phone, her stomach sinking as she read the headlines. “Billionaire Alexander Blake: No Longer Alexander the Great?” “The Fall of the Blake Empire: A Disabled Man and His Weaknesses.” “Another Man Lifts Alexander’s Wife While He Watches Helplessly!” “The Ridiculous Auction: Alexander Blake Pays Millions for Jewelry While Blake Group Struggles.”

What a pain. She exhales out a loud, deep breath as if she is controlling her outburst. She looks restless, "I'm calling Ashar, but he's not picking up his phone. Two thousand people from all over the country and even from overseas are coming to the wedding. If the bride wouldn't be on time, it will spoil the image of the two families. You don't understand how much good reputation is important for Hobsons. I'm going to put a thick veil on your face, so no one would recognize you. Your height, weight and body shape matches with mine. No one will find out, believe me." She is right about our weight, but not height. She is few inches taller. But this doesn't solve the problem. It's impossible.

The sudden violent twist of fate hits Antonio in an uncontrovertible manner. From what he thought to just be a contract marriage to falling deep unexpectedly with Megan. A shy, hardworking and very reserved girl, Megan takes her destiny into her own hands. From cooking and warming the hot untamed Billionaire Antonio's food to warming his bed. ***************************** I paused in front of the mirror in the office I was cleaning, the duster I held was in one hand and the article on 'How to be a successful Entrepreneur' I held it in the other. Subtlety, what the article said, was just another word for failure.

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?"