Billionaire's Substitute Bride Mga Nobela at Kwento

I pointed out curiously. "Bridget has been going nuts lately, I heard she has been trying to dispose your properties illegally but I stopped her, so it doesn't matter anymore and also she contradicted herself, she said your husband is after your money which is very impossible because from my research, you husband is a billionaire and he doesn't need your money and also, I don't see you as someone that will go to that length." I am glad that he doesn't believe her but he is wrong about me, I am that girl. I was really desperate to make sure that Bridget didn't end up with the inheritance and I agreed to a contract marriage, I am just lucky that we ended up falling in love.

Adrian said smoothly, though there was an edge to his voice. Victoria. Now, Leila knew the name. Victoria Moreau—heiress to a luxury empire, socialite, and, most importantly… Adrian Kane’s ex. She felt her stomach turn. Victoria’s gaze flickered to Leila, her lips curving into a slow, knowing smile. “So this is the new Mrs. Kane.” Leila met her stare without flinching. “That’s right.” Victoria extended a hand. “Charmed.” Leila took it, gripping just a little harder than necessary. “Likewise.”

His voice trembles. A short pause follows. “Your husband is a billionaire, Valerie Carter.” He smiles. “Relax and let my money talk.” My brows furrow, showing my disbelief. I know he’s rich, but I don't know he’s this rich. “The private jet, cars, this restaurant, I own it… Well, I bought it.” He shrugs. “I need to keep our beautiful memories and own the ground I will genuinely vow to you.” He licks his lips.

I dug my nails into my palm, forcing myself to maintain a calm, professional expression. "Ms. Greenfield, do you have any other requests for the wedding?" Anna tilted her head, thought for a moment, then suddenly spoke up. "Oh, right. The entire floor has to be covered with imported cashmere carpets. My wedding dress is pure silk. My boyfriend bought it for me. It can't snag even a little. Money doesn't matter. My boyfriend has plenty of it." I almost laughed when I heard that. Victor. The poor student I had personally lifted up. The boy who once couldn't even scrape together five dollars, now a billionaire CEO. What took others twenty years to achieve, I helped him accomplish in just three.

"They were going to put my father in prison. I didn't have a choice. I didn't even know I was pregnant yet when I took the money—" "You took the money," Julian repeated, the warmth in his eyes dying instantly, replaced by a cold, jagged wall of ice. He let go of her waist as if she had suddenly turned into a serpent. "All this time, I thought you were the one pure thing in my life. But you were just another transaction." "Julian, wait!" But he was already turning away, his face a mask of stone. The cameras flashed, capturing the moment the Billionaire turned his back on his bride-to-be.

On The other side, I held my tongue tight from speaking. "That illegitimate son's title has been scratched out of his name ever since his company topped the country and beat his father's now everybody is regretting why they didn't snatch him on time" For some reason I am learning too much about this man today, first it was Cecilia and now this two strangers who seem very rich and has loud voices. "He is out of the market now, he is married," The one I held her bag said with a sad face as she dragged her bag close also dragging me in the process, she opened her bag taking candy from it while I just stood there.

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…

I heard these heart wrenching whispers. “Five years of marriage and still no child. Poor thing.” “If I were Leonard, I’d be thinking about an heir by now.” “Or a second wife.” “She should just adopt one of these orphans. At least that way, she’d serve some purpose.” My breath hitched. My pulse slammed against my ribs, like a violent, caged thing that needed to be released. I didn’t flinch. Didn’t react. But damn, I felt it. God, I felt

Here we go, I muttered to myself. “For your information, if we get divorced, you're only getting ten percent of whatever money I have,” he said, waiting for me to react. To hell with his money. I'd rather remain poor than stay with a man who rapes his own wife. A man who humiliates his wife in front of her stepsister. A man who reminds his wife that he doesn't love her. That isn't marriage. That is what they call a comfortable prison or cage. And all I really want is my freedom, for God's sake. I'm not trying to take his money. He can have them all if he wants.

My father’s voice dropped deathly low as he advanced toward me. “I will not be used as a replacement for any man. I deserve to be with someone I love—and who loves me too. Not someone who is looking for a substitute.” I was defiant and hell-bent on not marrying Jared Wilson. A billionaire businessman and mogul, he had the looks and the money any woman would normally desire.