Billionaire's Substitute Bride Mga Nobela at Kwento

Jasmine sat down immediately with a puzzled look on her face and Avery cut to the chase immediately, because he had no time to beat around the bush. “The woman from last night wasn’t just another woman like you called her.” He started. “She’s mine. She is Zoe Madrigal of Madrigal Hotels and she is my wife.” He didn’t fail to register the shocked look on her face that disappeared almost immediately. She didn’t stand up like he had expected, she only studied him. “You got married?” She asked and when he nodded his head, laughed out loud. “Well, that is surely a surprise. I didn’t see anything about it in the news, Avery.”

He was used to seeing changes in the attitude of the billionaire owner of a venture company known for his astuteness in business and investment. Yes, he is Gerald Zeroround—the owner of a multinational venture company with unimaginable wealth. The young billionaire is predicted to be the successful businessman of the century. A handsome man full of charm who is still single at thirty-two. Or it could have ended his bachelor life in hours if his prospective bride hadn't disappeared like the news they were receiving.

"Really? Is Mia short of money? Wasn't she known as a wealthy heiress herself? This can't be true!" "Oh my gosh. Mia is my goddess! How could she do such a thing?" "Wait! Wait! Haven't you noticed the main point? Mia is already married! She married Charles Smith, the president of Glory Group! Her husband is so rich! This news is definitely fake! It must be defaming Mia!" Mia’s fans spoke up at the right time, "That's right! Mimi comes from a wealthy family. Both she and her husband are so rich! Any woman would know who to choose between Charles and Alexander, right?"

She was unable to meet the eyes of anyone, afraid of the viciousness she might see. “Raise your head” Stephen gritted out quietly and she looked up. She saw Evelyn beaming and returned the smile shakily. Helen had a snarl on her face as well so she quickly turned away and faced the altar where he husband to be stood with the same stoic expression he had that day. Never in a million years did Iris think she would be walking down the aisle in a wedding dress that cost more than her entire life spendings, getting married to one of the richest men alive who may or may not hate her.

His voice was cold, and from the way his brows were furrowed, he was just as much confused as I was. "A wedding will be held today." He says in finality. My mother's eyes aren't the only one that goes wide. "B-but Kathrine isn't here," my mother stutters. "I am aware that your eldest daughter isn't here, Dorothy, but remember that before this was a love match, it was a business arrangement, and in order for the business arrangement to be fulfilled, your daughter must marry my son." Her eyes land on me, and my body goes rigid. He couldn't possibly mean…

All the girls are Mass Comm students except Zenni who's in Computer Science, and she's the only one who's not here as the girls made clean checks on Florian. "He's a Ultra Elite like us," Pasha nodded. "His mother owns Wesley Global Network in NewYork .A Private Banking Network." Jehlani said. "But his family Net worth is below Beatrice s family with two million, so why the hell is he already behaving like the richest?" Pania made faces. "Sometimes, dogs would wanna be foxes too, disrespectful. I'll teach him a lesson." Beatrice muttered, drinking from her glass of sparkling water. Zenni joined them at this point with a tricky grin.

"I'm offering you a secretarial position as well as ten million dollars in exchange for being my wife." What in the world is going on here? "Are you crazy?" I stated. "No, but I'm sure you're the wonderful woman I'm looking for to fill in for my wife. To fill her empty space, and save my reputation." He smirked, "Ten million dollars just pretending to be my wife, after that we can file a divorced when I found out where my wife hiding." He's asking me to replaced his wife's position. I am tempted, but he's insane...

She read it. She stood in the doorway of the kitchen in the grey sweater and she read the headline and she felt the specific quality of something you have been managing against for thirty-seven days arriving anyway, arriving in the specific form you had imagined in the dark at three and four and five in the morning, arriving not as the feared possibility but as the accomplished fact. BILLIONAIRE FOOLED: BRIDE SWAP SCANDAL. Her face. Victoria's face. Side by side. Someone had done the work.

His words made a smile spread across my lips but I was quick to wipe it off. "Have you gone nuts? We are not even friends, why should I get into a deal with you?" I rolled my eyes in disgust. Ignoring me, he pressed on, “Five million dollars.” “Excuse me?” “I will make it ten, fifteen. Let's settle for twenty, what do you say?" Dumbfounded, I couldn't say a word. My lips were heavy. After what seemed like forever, he pushed his hand into his hair and with a calm tone, he said, “I need a substitute bride.”

Dozens of no⁠tificat⁠ions, messages⁠, missed calls. And one headline that made my stomach‌ drop. “‍The Billionaire’s Bride: Love, Lies, and Leverag⁠e?⁠” T‌he article‌ had my n⁠ame in bol‍d letters. It‍ c⁠alled me a myster⁠y‍ wo‌man with no social backgr‌ound, a po‌ssible p‌aw‌n in a strateg‍ic‍ marriage, and worst o‌f all — it ques‌tioned if I h⁠ad “married into luxu‍ry” fo‌r money.