Billionaire's Substitute Bride 소설 & 이야기

The room was thankfully unoccupied. “You bastard! I’ll have you jailed for this. What the fuck is wrong with you? You couldn’t wait until after the wedding to crawl up out of whatever hole you live in?” Tracy whispered furiously. “You lied to me,” Josh whined in an accusatory tone that sounded so ridiculous. “What the fuck are you talking about?” “I saw your husband-to-be on TV and googled him. He is a freaking billionaire. How does a billionaire’s bride-to-be not have a hundred thousand dollars?” Josh asked. He was no longer slurring his words as much as he had before.

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.

"When the time comes, you can go to this bridal boutique to buy a wedding dress. Then, you can just call me when everything is ready." Caroline glanced at the name of the bridal boutique and secretly clicked her tongue. Merry Color was a domestic bridal boutique with little popularity. It wasn't because it was unpopular, but because their wedding dresses were very expensive, costing thousands of dollars. Only people from the upper class could afford it. Therefore, this brand was only well known among the upper class. Other people didn't know it at all. Everyone who hired Cook as a photographer was rich and powerful. Caroline guessed that he forgot about Kirk's net worth in a moment of carele

Her mother advised. “You will be a wife to such a young millionaire.” Her siblings said to her and so as not to become the black sheep of the family, she agreed; at least she was silent through it all and the silence was counted as an approval and the marriage was planned. The marriage was a large society wedding and none of the about to be couple have a say in the way the marriage ceremony was planned. It was a dream come true for the family. The khitbah was not properly done, none of the young couple have any questions for themselves and those they didn’t see each other. They are children to family friends and both are from a good home, that was all.

“You need to see this.” He handed me a tablet. I skimmed the screen and stopped. A new article. Ricci Russo’s Marriage a Deal? Reportedly Sophia Williams Was Sold to This Billionaire in Return for Money. A draft of heat coursed through my veins. I scrolled further. Photos. The contract I had signed with her father. Details of the transaction. It was all there on the page—chilly, brutal, inarguable. A new scandal. What in the world was happening?

My heart was in pain for him but there was nothing I could do other than keep him safe. "Is he treating you appropriately?" "Father, thank you for talking to my supervisor. A bit about my husband, all of you were wrong. He is an extremely reasonable person and adores me." "Not cruel? No way! He is as cold as ice!" "Rumors! I *ssure you that he is not at least cruel to me." "I'm glad you re*ssured me this but how come you say that? What about his reputation?" "Father, he knows that I'm the substitute bride. He has promised not to make things difficult for you."

People would think because I married a billionaire and appeared on TV, then I was suddenly a billionaire too. "That's not true. I plan on giving you part of the payment tonight and then I'll try and pay the rest by next week." I said in a pleading tone. "Why don't you ask your billionaire husband for help? I'm sure he wouldn't want his wife to be thrown out on the streets." He said with a cunning smile. "I can't- do that." I shuttered, not knowing how to explain to him that I wasn't Allen's real bride, I was just a substitute.

I stood by his side staring and transfixed, the clicking of the camera from the reporters was on repeat. Tristain Herdezn exchanged pleasantries with her, and I kept on shaking my head in defeated silence. I could read the next headline in the papers by morning. “The substitute bride was humiliated at her own reception” “Ruthless billionaire ignores his wife for a more sexy lady” “Tristain Herdezn, and who do we have here?”. The woman who made a mockery of me right before the whole crowd, turning to face me not letting go of her grip on Tristain's arm.