Billionaire Playboy Replacement Bride Novels & Stories

#3 Don’t fall for him after nights of sexy hot sex filled with passio #4 Don’t stupidly agree to become his convenient br #5 Don’t wind up pregnant with his secret love chil Well Guess what I di As always I don't mess up the Leslie tradition Every single one of these things listed actually happene Billionaire playboy, Damien Boyce Romano slid a big sparkly diamond on my finger claiming me as his convenient bride Saying it's for the baby But I have an agenda all on my own Maybe the vow to have and to hold… wouldn't be so bad between us. It may be the hormones talking but I'm aching for more than our sweaty, fling He might be playing for pretend and a free escape out of his arranged marriage b

Every medical word should make me feel calm, but my mind is still crowded. By the weekend, Maya and I attend her cousin's wedding. It's on a boat. Not just any boat. A massive, shining, expensive white boat floating proudly on the water like a small kingdom. During the reception we wander around, smiling at strangers and listening to family stories. Everyone keeps talking about the bride and groom. Apparently Maya's cousin is marrying an Arabian billionaire who owns a winery in New York City. The whole event is dripping with money and elegance. Once upon a time, I used to belong in rooms like this. I used to be married to a billionaire too. A man who adored me. At least until his childhood b

My father’s voice dropped deathly low as he advanced toward me. “I will not be used as a replacement for any man. I deserve to be with someone I love—and who loves me too. Not someone who is looking for a substitute.” I was defiant and hell-bent on not marrying Jared Wilson. A billionaire businessman and mogul, he had the looks and the money any woman would normally desire.

"You don't need to look that shocked. I need to get married. My bride just ditched me. I need a bride and I want you to be my bride. I'm ready to pay anything." She suddenly looked disgusted. She had expected his condescending pride. One she knew most billionaires inevitably had. But she was disgusted he sounded so sure money was just enough to convince her. "I don't need your money. What d'you think I am? What d'you take me for? A bride on sale?" He scratched his head regretfully. "I didn't mean it like that..." "Of course you didn't," she cut in sarcastically.

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.

“I thought all the girls in the file were willing to be your wife for a fee?” "I do not know, dude, but the shock registered on her face was genuine. She had no idea about the marriage and wanted to back out when she found out. I had to threaten her or risk the possibility of being jilted once again." James laughed wholeheartedly, the sound of his mirth robbed off on Cayden. Before long, the two were chuckling together. “Poor you!. No one wants to marry a billionaire like you.” James said, compounding the blow left by Tori’s abandonment on Cayden's ego and his heart.

He was used to seeing changes in the attitude of the billionaire owner of a venture company known for his astuteness in business and investment. Yes, he is Gerald Zeroround—the owner of a multinational venture company with unimaginable wealth. The young billionaire is predicted to be the successful businessman of the century. A handsome man full of charm who is still single at thirty-two. Or it could have ended his bachelor life in hours if his prospective bride hadn't disappeared like the news they were receiving.

Silence. Heavy. Sharp. Daniel stared at me as if he no longer knew the woman standing in front of him. And honestly? Maybe he didn’t. Because the girl who once begged for his attention no longer existed. “You’ve changed,” he said finally, his voice colder now. His jaw tightened. Around us, whispers continued quietly, people pretending not to watch while clearly listening to every word. Daniel stepped closer. “Do you really think this marriage is real?” he asked quietly. “You’re just a replacement.”

Laura, grateful for my words, smiled weakly while Susie let out a sound of displeasure and stormed off a few steps ahead of us. Sorry babe, I almost called out but held my tongue. I would make it up to her later. "It's just... When we moved to Vegas, all everyone could talk about was the new Mrs Lowell. How she rose from shame to fame. And had nothing before she scored the richest man in Vegas." Laura explained and I smiled. Of course, people thought that about me. No one knew it was a bloody contract that I had been conned into by my very own fiancee. The man whom I was going to marry! He sold me to the Lowells and went on his merry way like some fucking philistine.

“I know how it sounds, baby. I do. And if there was any other way, believe me, I’d take it. But this… this is our last shot.” I looked away, biting hard on the inside of my cheek to keep the tears from falling. My thoughts were spinning. One heartbreak wasn’t enough and now I am being sold to another man that I know nothing about. “And who is he? This man, that wants to marry me.” I asked. “He’s a billionaire,” my dad said carefully. “He’s powerful and well-connected. He promised full financial backing. He said he’d save the business, wipe out all our debts and not just that.. he wants to grow and expand it and then us global.” I’m