Billionaire's Substitute Bride Mga Nobela at Kwento

"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.”

I challenged confidently. "I can tell that you are very razz and you can do anything for money, so let's do this. I don't have a bride for my wedding day, so how about I pay you to be my substitute Bride for a period of one year. It's going to be a win win situation, you get the money you are desperately looking for and I get married on the 28th as planned, what do you say?

Sarah giggled. “Why not get get married to him then?” Chloe wiped her tears as they rolled down, “He is a billionaire right? And you love material things, you should just get married to him and..” “How dare you speak to me like that!” Sarah flared and tried to move closer to Chloe, but Isabella stopped her. “You don’t have to do anything Sarah, she will get married, whether she likes it or not.”

There was no way they had found out unless someone told them but was that the case or was I being paranoid? I took another breather, and the grip on my dad's arm tightened. I decided to lift my head, my gaze going straight to the altar where my future husband was waiting but my breath hooked in my throat and my eyes widened at the sight before me. I nearly halted, unable to move forward but my dad gave a little tug on my arm, pulling me forward till I was at the altar, Dad finally let go of my hand and went to his seat while I stood in front of him, Mr. Rodriguez, the youngest Billionaire. However, Mr. Rodriguez was in a wheelchair while my heart dropped to my stomach. To be continued...!

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.

Camille watched her, the feeling of ripping off her mouth washed over her. Sophie smiled triumphantly, “What? Cat caught your tongue? You see. You know I'm not lying, you are just using Sean to uplift your dead career.” she accused. The people around gasped, bloggers began to make a video with the title. The truth about the famous Billionaire wife. Tiffany stepped in, “Shut up, you are nothing but a slanderous bitch. What do you have to prove your point?” Sophie smirked, regaining her composure, “I don't need to prove anything. The proof is right before you. Why isn't she saying anything?”