Billionaire's Masked Bride Novels & Stories

CHAPTER THREE His New Bride Chloe stood in front of the mirror, her heart heavy with sadness and uncertainty. The wedding gown was a masterpiece of delicate lace and intricate beading, with a fitted bodice that hugged her curves and a full skirt that cascaded down to the floor. The dress had a sweetheart neckline and a long train that trailed behind her, making her look like a true princess.

“It feels so surreal, Elena. My little girl is going to be a bride soon. Oh, I'm so thankful,” Mother murmured as she rearranged the flowers in the replica of the arrangement she'd sent the church to be decorated with. We were in Dad's study now, where most of the planning was done. “You know, Elena, when you and Sarah were little, she was so sickly. I was worried she wouldn't live long enough to see the end of winter, or see the first day of spring. There were so many things I thought she'd never experience, yet here she is twenty-two years later, one of the most sought-after surgeon, about to marry one of the most eligible billionaires in the world. In the process, she's taking off the wor

It doesn't make sense at all. "I don't know....I don't understand what happened either. Today, I left the house, hoping to display my art in a gallery and making some sales. It'd be fine if I only sold one, at least I won't have to live on the streets. My mom has given me almost all of her money and I feel really bad. I don't want to give up on art Chloe. You know that it's my dream. Anyway, I arrived there today and instead of getting a chance to display my art, he told me that he wants to get married to me. He's going to pay me one million dollars as long as I can put on this charade of being married to him for a year!" I said to Chloe.

The masked man sneered. All of a sudden he stopped and asked, "Wait! I forgot to ask you one thing, Bruna. Do you want your husband's dead body to come at our wedding or should he be alive?" "Stop it!" I screamed. My heart sank in my stomach. How could he speak ill about my hubby? The masked man sneered, "Wait for me, darling. I will make the arrangements. Your ex-hubby will be here." He left. His words shocked me. Was he really stronger than my hubby to marry me in front of him? To threaten me to kill my hubby? Who the fuck is this masked man?

"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

"The marriage contract between you and Mrs. Quinn is trending online." "What?" I snapped. I grabbed my phone, my fingers trembling as I opened the news. The headline hit me like a slap: “Billionaire Liam Kingsley's Marriage Was Nothing More Than a Business Contract.” "Oh... my God." I instinctively opened the comment section. "Don't." Liam's calm voice stopped me. I looked up. "Don't read the comments." Before I could respond, my phone began ringing. I stared at the screen before switching it to silent, trying to steady my breathing.

He was seated at the far top edge of the room in the back, and she felt an uneasy chill ran down her spine when she noticed he was wearing a mask over his face. He was the only person wearing a mask, and apart from her, Brielle could see the looks of confusion and amazement from everyone in the room as they all wondered who this person was. She didn’t know why she was like this, but then she felt she knew who this person was. "We've found a buyer. The lady, tonight's most coveted bid, goes to Mr. Masked Man for a hefty sum of 50,000 dollars." The crowd booed the loudest it had ever booed since the event began, and just as that announcement was made, Brielle noticed the strange man stand up f

I adjust the collar of his tux and slowly draw my hands down the material as I move my face to the side of his head and whisper into his ear. "I'll think about it." I pull away to see his eyes flash with intent. It awakens something in me, something feral. We stay like this for a few more seconds before the sudden sound of loud cheering breaks the moment between us. Apparently, the lady of the night is making her way up the stairs. Dressed in a tullip golden ball gown that sweeps the floor. Her chest is exposed but her back is covered with a golden peacocks feathers which matches her golden Venice full face masquerade mask. Her hand is linked with her husband's hand who is dressed in a nice

All I needed was space. Sebastian Spenser. The heir of Spenser cooperation and legitimate face of the family business. He is taking me as his bride because he needed me to give him an heir. Because my grandfather thought it was good for business. I stared down at my wedding dress. It is a heavy Ralph Lauren custom made ball. It was made up of the finest Chinese silk with a floral of white lilies. It is gorgeous, fancy and expensive. It was chosen by my mother. I would have preferred a simple yet elegant one but mother insisted I get this particular one. Only the best for the Spenser and Hastings union.

"I guess you're on your way to getting your dreams to come true." He nodded. "Let's talk about this later, I believe we have guest-bearing gifts." I turned away from my new husband and focused on the interior decoration of the church. There were neatly trimmed flowers and balloons tied all around the church. The decorations were nothing simple but elegant just how I wanted them. Soon, the audience formed a line and each of them came forward carrying either an envelope or other gifts. It was an elite wedding and nothing less than expensive and lavish gifts were expected. "Hailey, focus!"