Billionaire Playboy Replacement Bride Novels & Stories

His words made a smile spread across my lips but I was quick to wipe it off. "Have you gone nuts? We are not even friends, why should I get into a deal with you?" I rolled my eyes in disgust. Ignoring me, he pressed on, “Five million dollars.” “Excuse me?” “I will make it ten, fifteen. Let's settle for twenty, what do you say?" Dumbfounded, I couldn't say a word. My lips were heavy. After what seemed like forever, he pushed his hand into his hair and with a calm tone, he said, “I need a substitute bride.”

"You are bright, you are patient, and you need this more than anyone I know. Listen, he's desperate - all three nannies previously hired only stayed for a month. But you are family, and I vouched for you. All I want you to do is keep your head down and do your job, but do not for the life of you fall for the charm. I mean it, Amy. Damien Ross is not someone you ever want to play games with." Amy knew the stories just like everyone else knew. The tabloids called him the Playboy Billionaire - a force whose name was synonymous with heartbreaker. It was a known fact that he had no problem with women throwing themselves at him; he never had to do any chasing. He had built an empire in his late tw

"The billionaire? What's he doing here?" "Charity event in the west wing. Though after that scandal with his ex-fiancée, I'm surprised he shows his face anywhere." "I heard he's looking for a new girlfriend. Someone to clean up his image." "A fake girlfriend, you mean. Like those Hollywood contracts." My feet stopped moving. Brett Graham. Everyone knew that name. The tech mogul who'd built an empire from nothing, worth billions, cold as ice and twice as ruthless. "How much do you think someone would pay for that kind of arrangement?" the first nurse asked.

The client caught the flicker in Travis’s eyes and glanced toward the server. “Mr. Luther, do you know that woman who just walked past?” Travis’s dark gaze stayed calm, his tone flat. “No.” Satisfied, the client leaned in with a conspiratorial air. “Then let me tell you something. Word is, a tycoon just arrived in Wellford. He’s offering three hundred million as a bride price—wants to marry into a respectable family to improve the next generation’s genes. I heard he rented out a private suite here to meet the candidates. That woman just now… she’s probably one of them.”

The maids had informed them they preferred going with Serena. By the time they reached Estate 20, introductions were already done. The neighbors whispered among themselves. A group of elite, single ladies was gushing. “Oh, my god. He is so handsome!” “I know, my panties just broke!” “I heard he is a multi-billionaire.” “Too bad he said he is married.” “But who is his wife? He was probably joking.” “Yes, he also mentioned he has children, but he didn’t introduce any wife or children.” “But why buy a house with a playground if he doesn’t have kids?”

"Who is the girl?" I asked, and he shrugged. "Would you believe that I didn't ask?" Tobin leaned back and gave him a pitiful look. "My poor boy! Her name is Layla!" I raised my brow! "Layla?" "Layla Martinez! Her father is the owner of Martinez Group in Vancouver!" I knew who they were. This marriage could give him power. It was beneficial indeed. "I heard she is a beautiful blond girl!" Kit brought it up. "Indeed, she is! You're the winner lucky *ss."

Isabella just silently smirked at me, drinking from her glass. It was very kind of them to wait to order until me and Nick arrived even though we were half an hour late. We were all still chatting. Nina, I mean Mom just kept asking me about the honeymoon which I never got to enjoy but I had to lie. And Uncle Nathan was obviously not interested but all the while looked at his wife's enthusiastic self. Isabella was busy with her phone. And finally, coming to my husband, he was busy laughing his heart out to that fake Barbie stick. I sat back in my seat as I saw Mom flirting with Dad. Such a lovely couple I thought. Ugh! Love all around. Except in my life!

Rosa turned to scold the man, but when she saw Luca, she suddenly changed her attitude. "Are you Luca Watson?" asked Rosa in surprise, she somewhat condescended to Luca. It's also true that Watson is a corporation three times the size of the Kelly family. And Luca is the heir just announced by the Watsons. Recently, images of Luca often appear in newspapers and media. No one is unaware of Luca. Only no one realizes that Luca is the one who stole Kelly's bride. So did Mrs. Rosa and Xaval.

“And sweetheart, don’t give this man a hard time. A beautiful wife is waiting for him on that island.” “Thanks, Belle.” I straightened my seat and placed my bag on the table. I also ordered the same drinks they were drinking. “Sorry to ruin your anniversary, but I wouldn’t be here if this deal doesn’t mean anything to me.” He studied me from head to toe. “You’ve got billions. Why in the hell are you interested in my business?”

The headline was in bold. ¶ BLIND ITEM: Which billionaire Alpha heir has been spotted playing house with a low-bred Omega bartender and her conveniently-timed pup? Sources say the heir recently tossed aside a high-profile engagement to a well-connected Alpha family in favor of his new... acquisition. Friends close to the jilted fiancée are calling it what it is: calculated entrapment by a financially destitute Omega who used the oldest trick in the book. A trap child.¶ I read it again.