Billionaire Playboy Replacement Bride Novels & Stories

Preview-Book Name: Her Playboy Contract Husband Genre: Billionaire Romance Female Lead: Blair Monore (A Simple coffee barrist Male Lead: Zeke Armani (The playboy billionaire Supporting Character B: Aurora (Blair's Best friend since childhood World Set: Set in a modern world in New York Theme: Love, Romance, Lust, betrayal Blurb-What do you do when you need to clean up your past and image especially if you're the most talked about man on earth and in the country! #Clean up your reputation and silence the scandal #Start a new leaf of life. Billionaire CEO Zeke Armani the notorious scandal faced bad boy has built quiet an infamous reputation for himself. Definitely not by intention of course bu

Um, he is a businessman," I said. "What is his name?" he asked as his voice got rough. "Adrian," I said, looking into his eyes. He started looking at my face for a minute when his eyes slightly widened. "So, you're that mysterious girl who married Billionaire Adrian Campbell," he murmured. I frowned at him. "What do you mean?" I asked him. "It's in every newspaper and celebrity magazine about a mysterious girl whom the billionaire Adrian Campbell is getting married to," he said as his eyebrows drew together. I can feel his voice getting cracked at the end like he is deeply hurt from inside.

Do you honestly think a guy like Alexander Bluemoon is going to let me get away with defrauding him of that amount of cash? “Alexander Bluemoon? The alpha billionaire?” Miah queried in consternation. “He’s the guy who wants to hire a wife? For goodness’ sake, he’s always knee-deep in supermodels and actresses. Why would he have to pay a woman he doesn’t know to marry him?” “Because a long time ago, he was supposed to get married, but it didn’t work out. This time around, he wants a marriage of convenience on a strict business basis.”

Pulling at his shirt's sleeves, he lets his gaze wander on my body. "Let's sleep together then. I'm a pretty busy man. I don't have the time to go on a hundred dates." He sexily runs a hand through his hair. "And it's not like my answer to wanting to marry you will change after a hundred dates." He straightens his back to take a better look at me. "I like you, and the way you were checking me out earlier, I can say you feel the same. And let me tell you, I'm capable, wealthy, handsome, and well-established. Then why shouldn't we get married?" I'm unexpectedly out of words since he's making valid points. I lick my lips, not knowing what to say. I exhale as I come up with something that makes

"Turns out your daughter isn't useless after all. Don't worry, I'll make sure Blair gets what she wants." ~~~~ Back in France, Candice sat at her apartment, staring at the news article in disbelief. The headline read, "Charles Barrett’s Son Returns Home from France." Below it was a picture of Mason, the man she had been dating for 6 months now, and is currently engaged to. A man she thought she knew. Her assistant, Mia, had shown her the article, and now Candice’s mind was spinning. Mason wasn’t just some ordinary guy, he was a billionaire, the heir to the Barrett fortune. How could he have kept this from her?

Camille watched her, the feeling of ripping off her mouth washed over her. Sophie smiled triumphantly, “What? Cat caught your tongue? You see. You know I'm not lying, you are just using Sean to uplift your dead career.” she accused. The people around gasped, bloggers began to make a video with the title. The truth about the famous Billionaire wife. Tiffany stepped in, “Shut up, you are nothing but a slanderous bitch. What do you have to prove your point?” Sophie smirked, regaining her composure, “I don't need to prove anything. The proof is right before you. Why isn't she saying anything?”

I dug my nails into my palm, forcing myself to maintain a calm, professional expression. "Ms. Greenfield, do you have any other requests for the wedding?" Anna tilted her head, thought for a moment, then suddenly spoke up. "Oh, right. The entire floor has to be covered with imported cashmere carpets. My wedding dress is pure silk. My boyfriend bought it for me. It can't snag even a little. Money doesn't matter. My boyfriend has plenty of it." I almost laughed when I heard that. Victor. The poor student I had personally lifted up. The boy who once couldn't even scrape together five dollars, now a billionaire CEO. What took others twenty years to achieve, I helped him accomplish in just three.

A couple of days ago, Billionaire CEO to Bridger Empire, Christopher Bridger ties the knot with his bride, Ahsley Grander, in a discreet, but elite manner. Then the screen was filled with the latest couple in the country, and Rudney’s breath caught in his throat; that had to be Lily Bashwood!

I was thinking it was going to be something easy and smooth but seeing who I was married to was just so frustrating. He was the same billionaire who the Italians had tagged as the ruthless , aloof billionaire. The one who didn't give a fuck about what an employee thinks of him. The same billionaire boss who sacked anyone at his own pace just because of a little issue, the Playboy himself, and trust me girls fought to have him by their sides. He was the same billionaire I had tried making love to at the stripping house but was rudely pushed off his body for reasons best known to him. "What have I gotten myself into? Why didn't I ask for his picture when she had offered to show it to me?" I he

Gerald paused. "As for you, Una, you can contact Mom when your child is born. She will pick up your child and raise them. Because she was the one who wanted this marriage to happen. And according to our agreement, I will pay the promised five hundred million Indonesian Rupiah," Gerald stood up. "I think everything is clear now. As for the marriage, it's up to both of you. Whether you want to maintain your status as my wife or not." Bianca's mouth remained tightly shut, and tears flowed uncontrollably.