Billionaire's Substitute Bride Novels & Stories

… “Finally, the long-awaited wedding of the century is here.” “Guys, there is a helicopter going around dropping roses all over. I have never seen anything like that in my life.” “Did you guys think that Master Young was kidding when he said that he would let roses rain all over the city on the day he marries his wife?” “Just how rich is this man? He is setting the bar too high.” “Haha, we singles are the ones suffering the most. Now, I don’t feel like dating anymore because when I do, I want my wedding to be as grand as Emmy’s.”

“The agreement does not specify which Brown you will wed, Sss...Sorry, no sir, got it.” “I see. So, who will be my bride?” I can’t mask my dejected voice. I am irritated with myself for not seeing her true colors earlier. Ella has been living like a spoiled pampered princess her whole life. She found anyone poor unworthy of her time. I must have been blind and a fool to oversee all of that before. “Miss Amari Brown.” “The cousin, of course.” I can’t say that I am surprised that the Ella is using her late uncle’s daughter as her substitute. I am surprised that she agreed to marry the homeless poor cripple I am now known as.

*** Meanwhile, a grand wedding took place in a luxurious castle in the suburbs of Atlantis. Sebastian Brenand was the groom while the bride was Yvette Houston. The entire place was abuzz with roses and balloons everywhere. Nearly every influential person in Country Z had arrived, chatting exuberantly amongst themselves. The bride wore a white, custom-made, tubed wedding dress that was worth ten million dollars, diamond jewelry that cost up to 100 million dollars, and a tiara that cost a billion dollars. She had a very distinguished look. Meanwhile, the groom wore a white tuxedo that cost several million dollars and was looking noble.

I said before I continued my speech. "Ummm so I need a bride as soon as yesterday. I have drawn up a contract which states that I will marry a girl and offer her 3 million dollars and after 6 months we go our separate ways. Pretend as though nothing happened." I said, and lifted right her eyebrow in awe as I pushed the file papers across the table to her. "So, here is the contract. You're the chosen girl for me." I said and handed her the contract with a smirk and she looked dumbfounded and bewildered. Her mouth was just hanging open, speechless and in shock.

What does hiring a wife have to do with losing an inheritance? " He's offering a hundred million dollars. " I froze. A hundred what? " What?! Why is he going as far as offering his whole inheritance just to hire a wife? " Xander chuckled , making me raise an eyebrow. "Ana , I promise you , a hundred million dollars is not even up to a quarter of his whole inheritance " Wait, what? That makes him a.... billionaire?! Xander cleared his throat, " Do you know Howard Inc.? " Howard Inc.? "Howard Inc? As in Howard Construction,Howard Motors, Howard-- " I tried guessing.

However, our visit here to the Billion Dollars V today, a renowned and elite fashion house, truly made me experience a whole new level of special treatment. It was no secret that I was going to marry Aiden, a scion of one of the wealthiest families and also a self-made billionaire in the world. Such a union naturally called for a wedding dress befitting my new status as a billionaire's future wife. The fashion industry was abuzz with rumors about the exclusive design being tailored just for me although, this was an in-house discussion among the fashion industries once it was heard that Billion Dollars V was working on a secret wedding dress.

She says and the entire crowd bursts into laughter. "All the way from Boston, he was crowned America's most eligible billionaire bachelor foe three years in a row by Vogue, but he dropped the title after he marries american beauty Willow daughter of one the greatest oil producers in the world. He still didn't drop a title. The youngest billionaire in the world and fifth most richest person, here with his wife, please say hi to them," She says and I raise my hands in the air. They applaud for the both of us and I smile a them. They continued with the event as Luciano skates over to me.

Every medical word should make me feel calm, but my mind is still crowded. By the weekend, Maya and I attend her cousin's wedding. It's on a boat. Not just any boat. A massive, shining, expensive white boat floating proudly on the water like a small kingdom. During the reception we wander around, smiling at strangers and listening to family stories. Everyone keeps talking about the bride and groom. Apparently Maya's cousin is marrying an Arabian billionaire who owns a winery in New York City. The whole event is dripping with money and elegance. Once upon a time, I used to belong in rooms like this. I used to be married to a billionaire too. A man who adored me. At least until his childhood b

Kyla Eva Fuentabella . I stood empty, staring at the mirror in front of me. I felt numb and lost. Isn't your wedding day supposed to be the happiest day of your life? No. Not! Especially if you happen to be the substitute bride! "This will be the last, Kayla. After this, you are free to go. I also had enough of all the pretend, and I'm tired of this game. This is the last. I Promise. I will never bother you again. So, please just be my substitute, okay?" Kylie pleads once again in the line.

One of the men present was my lawyer, he has the legal papers,and I guess the other man was the bride's relative. I am Wilfred Donaldson,the said broke Billionaire who is at the verge of bankruptcy. I am getting married to save the face of my company. I don't need to be told, but I knew I always have this cold look which has kept people away from me. I looked down at my watch, the time was past 8, yet the bride wasn't here. Could she be the type to always look lavish and dolled up? As dangerous thoughts crossed my mind, the door was pushed open. There was no need for me to take a glance before I knew she had arrived.