Billionaire's Masked Bride Novels & Stories

Jasmine sat down immediately with a puzzled look on her face and Avery cut to the chase immediately, because he had no time to beat around the bush. “The woman from last night wasn’t just another woman like you called her.” He started. “She’s mine. She is Zoe Madrigal of Madrigal Hotels and she is my wife.” He didn’t fail to register the shocked look on her face that disappeared almost immediately. She didn’t stand up like he had expected, she only studied him. “You got married?” She asked and when he nodded his head, laughed out loud. “Well, that is surely a surprise. I didn’t see anything about it in the news, Avery.”

He was going to stand in the front row and make sure everyone knew the truth — that Lila was a gold-digging whore and Marcus was a betraying father. He smiled at his reflection, cold and ugly. “Today they’ll finally pay.” Back in the penthouse, Lila and Marcus were getting ready. The stylist had arrived to do her hair and makeup. Lila looked radiant in her simple but elegant white wedding dress — fitted at the top, flowing softly over her still-subtle bump. Marcus wore a tailored black suit that made him look every inch the powerful billionaire. As they stood together in front of the mirror, Marcus wrapped his arms around her from behind and rested his chin on her shoulder.

When she heard her beloved daughter's voice, she lazily said, "Liliane, you're a young lady!" Liliane didn't want to be just a young lady. She ran to Leah's side and proudly showed her a picture of the wedding dress. "Bradley's buying me this wedding dress!" Leah was so shocked that her face mask fell off when she saw the dress clearly. "Is he for real?" "Of course!" Liliane raised her eyebrows triumphantly. "It's just a wedding dress. He wouldn't deceive me! Mom, do you think I should match it with a luxurious crown, like the antique crown worth 850,000,000 dollars in the private museum?"

"My grandfather's will required me to marry before turning thirty three or lose control of this company to my cousin. Elena's father owed a debt that threatened everything he'd built over a lifetime. We solved two problems with one signature, and neither of us expected it to become anything else at all." "And did it," Farah asked, leaning forward slightly. "Become something else, in your own words." I looked at Elena instead of the camera, watched her throat work around whatever she was about to say, and answered before she had to carry the weight of it alone in front of a stranger. "A year before the wedding, at a blackout charity gala, I met a woman in a green dress and a mask, and I spent

He gets a similar color of tux for himself only his color is darker, almost a black color that shines blue. As much as I hate it, we did give a replica of the stunning power couple, Billionaire husband and a trophy wife. Apparently it is a mask party so we both also get masks. ^^^^^^^^ It's Friday night and I finish getting ready for the party with Beatrice help. My mask is a silver color that covers only my eyes to the tip of my nose. By the time I head down the stairs, Ryan is already there waiting in his suit and mask that covers the majority of his face.

Jenny could not wait to yell at Vivienne (in her mind) to back off from her man! Jenny drove up to the bakery and then the Caterer's and ascertained that everything would in fact be delivered on time. Everything was looking good, the invitation cards were already sent, everyone had confirmed their attendance…well everyone else but Arlo's mother Ms. Maybelline Markis. Jenny was not surprised by this, it is widely known that Maybelline does not support the union between her only heir and Vivienne Zeldina, the only child of her one time rival. Maybelline had always considered her son stupid for falling in love with the one person that he shouldn't have, Vivienne Zeldina, someone Maybelline cons

Her stepmother wouldn't let her live in peace, especially after Evelyn had run away from her wedding. Everyone passing by stared at Evelyn, finding it strange that she was wearing a shabby, dirty, and wet wedding dress. However, Evelyn didn't care about their stares. She didn't care what they thought. She took out the wallet she had retrieved from the man's trouser pocket and looked at his identification card. "Benedict Easton..." Evelyn murmured the man's name. "Easton? Is he related to the Easton Group company?" She was familiar with the name of that famous company, a very well-known company in her country. But she didn't know who this Benedict was. Was he a member of the Easton family?

he brought out his hand to shake His name sounded familiar, I tried recalling where I had seen him or heard his name and it suddenly hit me "You are billionaire Daniel Vuitton, number 10 top. billboard" My hands covered my mouth, what was he doing here and how come he knew Kelly, what was going on? My dad and mom stuttered upon hearing he was a billionaire, their voice changed instantly, offering him a seat and something to drink. "Why are you in our house and how come you know Kelly," I asked sharply, curiosity filled me, and Kelly's eyes filled with anger and hatred but who came? "Am here to ask for your daughter's hand in marriage Sir"

Her cleavage was partially exposed as the dress was handless. “This is so pretty. Is it expensive?” She asked the employee who giggled. “It's fifteen thousand dollars.” Charlene's eyes almost popped out of their sockets. She owned a fifteen thousand dollar dress!? She stepped outside with the shock still visible on her face, but Noah's eyes depicted how mesmerized he was. He took his time, gazing at her, blown away by her beauty. If it wasn't for the mask, everyone would have seen him drooling. No one would ever believe that Charlene was a mother, her figure was intact and messing with Noah's head.

“No leaks. Not now. Not until it’s time.” He extended a hand, not in ceremony, but in agreement. I took it, firm and deliberate. The contact sparked something—a jolt of warmth, a quiet understanding. Two people stepping into a storm together, armed with nothing but strategy and fragile trust. --- The wedding was intimate. A quiet chapel hidden in the hills, no press, no cameras. A few witnesses—lawyers and Charlotte, ensuring the contract was honored.