Novel & Cerita Billionaire's Substitute Bride

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.

“I made you who you are today. If it wasn’t for me, you would still be slaving your life away in that stinking restaurant with a wage below average. You have nothing, Sienna. No goals, no ambitions, nothing. I own every piece of you. To the crown of your head and to the soles of your feet, I paid for it. So, I did you a favor to marry you even though I knew that I wasn’t even in love with you.” She stumbled back. “You told me that you were marrying me because -” “Stop being naive. I didn’t tell you I was in love with you. I married you as Anastasia’s substitute. I don’t love you.” “Sebastian, what did I ever do to you?” She cried. Such a crybaby. “I’ve been such a good wife to you, and there

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.

"You don't need to look that shocked. I need to get married. My bride just ditched me. I need a bride and I want you to be my bride. I'm ready to pay anything." She suddenly looked disgusted. She had expected his condescending pride. One she knew most billionaires inevitably had. But she was disgusted he sounded so sure money was just enough to convince her. "I don't need your money. What d'you think I am? What d'you take me for? A bride on sale?" He scratched his head regretfully. "I didn't mean it like that..." "Of course you didn't," she cut in sarcastically.

Sapphire was just a useless piece of trash who wanted a better life only for herself. He was going to make everything go back to their original place. That was sure. He just needs Emerald to get on her feet soon, so that he would begin his perfect plan. Emerald was the true wife. She was the real daughter-in-law of the Preston family. Sapphire… was just a replacement. “Dear, Sapphire got married to…” “Shut up!” He cut her short immediately. “What are you saying, mum?” Emerald asked. “If you say anything there, I am going to skin you alive.”

The whispers followed us everywhere. Even after Adrian and I had stepped fully into the ballroom, I could still feel hundreds of curious eyes lingering on us. "They actually came together?" "I heard they don't even live like husband and wife." "Who is she?" "That's Celia Rowan." "The substitute bride?" "I expected someone... different." I lowered my eyes. No matter how expensive the gown was, No matter how carefully my hair had been styled, I was still the woman who had stolen another bride's place in their eyes.

The words slipped out quietly without me even thinking and Julian’s fingers paused against his phone and there was this unrecognisable emotion in his face. “He built everything I have,” he answered after a moment. “Cross Industries started with him.” “And your mother?” His jaw tightened slightly. “My mother loves power and herself more than people.” Well. That explained literally everything. My eyes drifted toward my reflection in the glass and I barely recognized myself anymore. Designer clothes. Luxury penthouse. Fake marriage. Media scandals. Hours ago I was arguing with hospital billing departments and eating noodles in my apartment while grading exhibition proposals. Now I was standing

Then I reached for it, feeling the weight of the fabric in my hands, smooth and heavy like something precious yet terrible all at once. My phone buzzed with a text from Mom: "The car will be there in fifteen minutes. Arthur Bellingham is a twenty-eight year old billionaire, who lost his parents at thirteen. He's cold. Doesn't trust easily. Pamela met him through business connections I suppose. He proposed six months ago. The arrangement was meant to benefit both families. That's all you need to know." That's all you need to know. As if marrying a stranger while pretending to be my sister could ever be summarized in a text message.

“Bu...t… B… I stammered, unable to find the right words. I don't even know this man and he wants me to marry him. Isn't that crazy? “Relax, I'm not attracted to you, it's just a contract marriage. I need a wife to avoid an arranged marriage with someone I do not love and you wanna get back at them, yeah? I will let you make use of my resources to have your revenge and we can get divorced after then. So it's a win-win.” He explained. “You are so calculative, who do you think you are?” I scoffed, regaining some of my composure. “I'm Brandon Ford.” He replied.