Billionaire Playboy Replacement Bride Novels & Stories

"But Charlotte has more equity than you." I blinked. “Hmm,” I muttered. “You can’t be serious.” “I needed to marry an heiress. My father wouldn’t hand over the company otherwise. With my uncle in town, he’s more cutthroat than ever.” He stepped closer. “I’m surprised you got close enough to him. To Adrian. To make him marry you.” I gave him a slow smile. Bitter. Empty. “Wow. I can’t believe you’re actually saying this out loud. Does Charlotte know?”

She forced herself to scroll through the social media posts, each caption more infuriating than the last. “A Love Story for the Ages—Theodore Thatcher Marries Nadia Rostova in an Intimate Ceremony” “The Business World’s Most Eligible Bachelor is Officially Off the Market” “Meet Mrs. Thatcher—The Stunning Bride Who Captured the Billionaire’s Heart” Sheena’s jaw clenched so hard it hurt. Captured his heart? Bullshit. This was a game. A twisted, unfair game. Without wasting another second, she pressed the call button. The phone rang once. Twice.

He was only a few inches apart from me, I could sense the possessiveness written all over his face. "What do you mean by I am yours?" I asked staring at him in disbelief. Dominic sighed in response. "You must marry me, Either that or I ruin you. I am giving you a choice now, choose wisely." He said boldly. My goodness, even his pride irritated me. He carried himself with so much high regard, way too much that it made me really annoyed. Who did he really think he was? A billionaire? So what? He did not own my life. Marrying him was the last thing I would do.

Amery POV I stood frozen in the middle of the living room, my coffee mug trembling in my hand as I stared at the TV screen. My face stared back at me—a radiant bride dressed in white, holding a bouquet of lilies, with Nathan by my side, wearing that insufferably smug smirk. Beneath the picture was a headline in bold letters: “From One-Night Stand to Billionaire Bride: The Playboy Tied to an Arranged Marriage!” The mug slipped from my grasp, shattering on the floor, but the sound barely registered. My pulse roared in my ears, drowning out the cheery voice of the news anchor as she dissected every detail of our so-called “fairy tale romance.”

The stranger who was somehow going to make all her pain disappear. And it begins.... Raya Bridges stood in the midst of the large crowd completely frozen with a dinner tray in her hand. She was unsure of what to do or say. What was supposed to be just another day at work had gone very unexpectedly. “My dear, please consider my offer, marry my son Raphael.” Fredrick Renolds said again. “Uhm… Uhm… I… I” Raya stuttered. The whole scenario felt so surreal to her, she could not understand why Fredrick Renolds who happened to be the wealthiest man in West Hartford would want her as his daughter in-law.

“You need to see this.” He handed me a tablet. I skimmed the screen and stopped. A new article. Ricci Russo’s Marriage a Deal? Reportedly Sophia Williams Was Sold to This Billionaire in Return for Money. A draft of heat coursed through my veins. I scrolled further. Photos. The contract I had signed with her father. Details of the transaction. It was all there on the page—chilly, brutal, inarguable. A new scandal. What in the world was happening?

The long silent journey was over as we reached my penthouse, Like the gentleman I was, to secure the curiosity of anyone that followed us, I opened the door to pick her up, carrying her in my arms, her cheeks flushed with red… how smitten she fell for me. I took inside,climbing the stairs then dropping her at her room, already arranged for her. “That’s enough acting for today, get some rest” I said, letting her know this was all fake. She only nodded but her body language said something different, she was amused and confused. I turned back to set things straight” “Olivia” I said, she hummed, her eyes finally facing me. “This marriage is purely but a play, you are only my wife on paper, you h

He ran his father’s multi-national company. “As if that would make me forgive you…Anyways, at least introduce me to your bride. I want to know who the mystery lady is that even I am unaware of. The playboy Thomas Walker has found himself a bride. It is unbelievable and a bit fishy if you ask me.” He regarded him with a suspicious look which he brushed off with a smirk. “Let’s go.” He brought him to his “bride” as he had put it. He has been enchanted with her beauty again.

Blushing Bride Intro; When nineteen year old Georgia Marcelli walks down the aisle, she steps into a marriage arranged by power, not love. But behind her virgin innocence lies a dangerous craving to be seen, owned, and devoured and no one sees her quite like Massimo De Luca. He’s a thirty-three year old ruthless and obsessively controlled self-made billionaire with a name that turns heads and a stare that undresses her soul. The moment she becomes his wife, he makes one thing clear:

I shook her hand, my eye noticing the large diamond rock on her finger, "How's your dad doing? He must be pleased that you're finally settling down?" Caleb came from money, lots of it. His father was a well-known businessman, and one of the most notorious billionaire players. He always had a different woman on his arm. "He is, but Gramps is pretty pissed with him. Mind if we join you?" "Not at all," I offered a smile to Selma. Caleb and I had been inseparable since we met at school, I had been fourteen and he was fifteen. We had dated from the ages of fifteen and sixteen to twenty and twenty-one.