Billionaire Playboy Replacement Bride Novels & Stories

I can't believe Henrico, thinking that just saying he likes the sex he has with me is enough for me to get married. Is he really arrogant, being a billionaire he thinks I can't refuse him as a husband!? That I wouldn't say no! I researched his life on the news site and I could see it well, his character is terrible, an open womanizer, who likes to show off beautiful women and the list is huge. I felt my head hurt just watching the news about him, he really is filthy rich, but an outspoken playboy, and he doesn't take the slightest bit of flair to be the man I dreamed of fathering my kids, that much I'm sure.

She was getting married to Adrain Knight, billionaire heir, the notorious playboy and narcissistic sociopath. He was one of the richest and most eligible bachelors in the country and now the blogs are calling her “the gold digger of the century” for snatching him off the market regardless of the fact that she is way below his league. The hate on her on social media was so strong, her phone has been left off for days now. Here she was getting married to a sociopath and a menace to the society and she was the one being hated on. “OMG, you look so beautiful sis!” Her sister screamed bringing her out of her bed of thoughts.

“Tell me who he is and why he chose me as his wife.” She stood petrified in front of me, as if she didn’t know what to say, but I wouldn’t let her get away before she answered all my questions. “I don't understand why he chose you as his wife,” her voice came out shaky and slurred, “but Mr. Gregory is the heir to a multi-billion dollar empire. He needs a wife to take over the family business.” “Billionaire?” I whispered, and it was as if my strength went out like a balloon. ”I married a billionaire?”

With a backpack, she walked excitedly to sit next to Maria. "My gosh, the whole way here I heard people talking about a super handsome guy driving a flashy Lamborghini dropping you off at school." Maria replied resignedly, "You already knew?" "So it's really true!?" Sarah couldn't believe her ears. Her eyes lit up for gossip. She grabbed Maria’s arm at once and beamed, "So you aren't being kept by an old man, but in a romantic relationship with a very wealthy second-generation heir?" Very wealthy? Sure, that was Charles.

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 but am definitely playing for keeps. Damien Romano;

The words slipped out quietly without me even thinking and Julian’s fingers paused against his phone and there was this unrecognisable emotion in his face. “He built everything I have,” he answered after a moment. “Cross Industries started with him.” “And your mother?” His jaw tightened slightly. “My mother loves power and herself more than people.” Well. That explained literally everything. My eyes drifted toward my reflection in the glass and I barely recognized myself anymore. Designer clothes. Luxury penthouse. Fake marriage. Media scandals. Hours ago I was arguing with hospital billing departments and eating noodles in my apartment while grading exhibition proposals. Now I was standing

Adrian said smoothly, though there was an edge to his voice. Victoria. Now, Leila knew the name. Victoria Moreau—heiress to a luxury empire, socialite, and, most importantly… Adrian Kane’s ex. She felt her stomach turn. Victoria’s gaze flickered to Leila, her lips curving into a slow, knowing smile. “So this is the new Mrs. Kane.” Leila met her stare without flinching. “That’s right.” Victoria extended a hand. “Charmed.” Leila took it, gripping just a little harder than necessary. “Likewise.”

He was insinuating what had gotten me here in the first place and although I was disgusted by this pregnancy, I could use some much needed attention. I silently get up and head to the bedroom. I hear him follow behind me and shut the door. At least there was one thing that occupied me. After my hatred-filled entanglement, I tell Francisco to take me to a nail salon. Once we arrive, I sit down and wait for my services when I see the news playing in a screen just up the wall across from me. ‘Social Articles report that a young billionaire is no longer back on the market. The business mogul has rekindled with his wife who was seen sporting the same rings gifted to her for their wedding just 6 y

"My grandfather, William Kingsley, is a man obsessed with control. And according to his will, I can't inherit his vast fortune unless I'm married." A bewildered laugh escaped my lips. "Seriously? A billionaire can't inherit his own money because he isn't married?" "Apparently not," he said, a wry smile twisting his lips. "The old man believes in traditional values, family legacy and all that jazz." The absurdity of it all washed over me. "So, you need a wife. A fake wife, to appease your cranky grandpa and score a hefty inheritance." "Not exactly a wife," he corrected, his gaze locking with mine. "The contract stipulates a marriage in name only. Public appearances, weekends at his estate – a

I told her. “But how can you be Ivy Sullivan? She's a fashion mogul and real estate executive, you don’t know anything about that, or the business world.” “I won’t be attending to any business. Don’t worry Tess. I won’t do more than sign a marriage certificate. At the end of six months I’ll be a millionaire. We'll never have to worry about money again." I said trying to make her smile. She didn’t. “Fine. I don’t like it, but I understand why you are doing it. Please please please. If you get into any trouble reach out to me.” She said.