Billionaire Playboy Replacement Bride Novels & Stories

“And this has to do with me?” “I want you to marry me.” The café seemed to tilt. She laughed. Loudly. “That’s insane.” He reached into his coat and placed a folded document on the table. A check. Her laughter died. The amount made her dizzy. Half a million dollars. “I’ll cover your mother’s medical bills,” he said. “All of them. Immediately. The rest is yours.” Her hands trembled. “You don’t even know me.” “I don’t need to.” “That’s supposed to convince me?”

One of the men present was my lawyer, he has the legal papers,and I guess the other man was the bride's relative. I am Wilfred Donaldson,the said broke Billionaire who is at the verge of bankruptcy. I am getting married to save the face of my company. I don't need to be told, but I knew I always have this cold look which has kept people away from me. I looked down at my watch, the time was past 8, yet the bride wasn't here. Could she be the type to always look lavish and dolled up? As dangerous thoughts crossed my mind, the door was pushed open. There was no need for me to take a glance before I knew she had arrived.

It was easier when I could think of him as just some cold billionaire who didn't care about anyone but himself. "Your father mentioned something about shareholders?" I said, trying to get back on track. "And needing to settle down?" A muscle in his jaw tightened. "My personal life became a liability. There was a situation with someone I was dating who turned out to be more interested in selling stories to tabloids than anything else. The board feels I need to project a more... stable image." "So you need a wife for your image, and I need your money for my mother's treatment. Quite the romantic foundation."

“His bride disappeared? Did she die or…” “No one knows.” He replied and my heart stopped. “It could be that she ran away or got kidnapped. No one knows actually. But Romanov has to get married in two days. And his bride will automatically get over half of his properties.” He explained and I paused, turning to look at him in shock. “Half? That man is a billionaire! If that's the case, why would his bride run? Unless she was in trouble.” I muttered, mostly to myself than to him and he sighed. “Wait, how do you know all this?”

We didn’t look like two drunk idiots playing pretend. I looked up at Eric and said, “We’re screwed. “Completely, and utterly fucked.” My heart was pounding and then, I read the caption below the video: “British Billionaire Heir Marries Mystery Woman in Miami.” That one sentence was bold enough to punch my soul straight out of my body. I blinked at first, then blinked again. British… what? Billionaire… Who? “What—?” I choked out, staring at the screen like it might suddenly correct itself.

Of companies, toys, and, apparently, women. James was an only child, and after inheriting his mother’s millions and displaying an uncanny flair for business during the following years, he became a billionaire and an absolute symbol of power. Not political power, but the good, old-fashioned power that came with having money. James wasn’t linked to the shady dealings of the Seattle political machine, but he could press that machine’s buttons if he wanted to. Every politician knew this—which was why being on the playboy’s good side was in their best interest.

He also owns different clubs, hotels, and houses around the world. I Stare at Eva shocked, finally understanding her reaction. "I think the man is a freaking billionaire." "I think he is." I knew he had money, but surely not this kind of money. I clicked on the first article and I immediately regretted my decision when I started reading. The headline read 'ELIGIBLE BACHELOR AND HOLLYWOOD PRINCESS' They looked cosy in the pictures which made me very mad.

She says and the entire crowd bursts into laughter. "All the way from Boston, he was crowned America's most eligible billionaire bachelor foe three years in a row by Vogue, but he dropped the title after he marries american beauty Willow daughter of one the greatest oil producers in the world. He still didn't drop a title. The youngest billionaire in the world and fifth most richest person, here with his wife, please say hi to them," She says and I raise my hands in the air. They applaud for the both of us and I smile a them. They continued with the event as Luciano skates over to me.

I tried to lighten the mood. “I know you never cared about family wealth. You are Alessandro, a proud man who built his own wealth from scratch. That’s where your pride lies in, not in what you want to obtain from your grandfather. I know you Alessandro” I frowned at that. I wouldn’t let anyone know my real plans. People tend to destroy good things and this is for a good cause. “Whatever, I am marrying her and, in a year, we are done. I don’t have to get married again, since I tasted it and it was bitter.” I laughed.

SOPHIA I stormed out of the house without looking back or caring to listen to my Dad as he called behind me. I just can't sit and watch my humble self get married to a man I haven't seen in my entire life. My greatest fear is he is a billionaire. Who knows if he is Christian Grey kind of Billionaire? God forbid. I have to put in my best.