Billionaire's Substitute Bride Mga Nobela at Kwento

"You better do. Get that girl out of my house and find a convincing reason for bringing her into the house. My name mustn't be dragged into this, understood!?" "Understood sir" I fumed with rage. *** *** *** Happy Restaurant. Vivian's pov "I'm telling you" one of the customers pouted at others who did not seem to believe what he was saying. I moved round the tables, packing the used plates and cups. He leaned over and continued "These so-called billionaire families have no shame. I heard the bride canceled the wedding, and they sent their guards searching for a young suitable bride". With a developed interest in the little gossip, I returned to the counter.

One of them held a black duffel bag that clinked ominously. Aria’s voice stayed steady. “If I’m such a nobody, why go through all this trouble? Kidnapping me in broad daylight? You’re risking everything.” Selena’s eyes flashed with pure venom. She rose and paced again, her coat flaring. “Because he married *you*. *You*! After everything I did for him, the blood on his hands. I was supposed to be the one wearing his ring. The one sharing his bed every night. The one building an empire with him.” Her voice rose, cracking with raw jealousy. “Instead, he chose some wide-eyed girl who knows nothing about his world just because I run away once.

“You’ve become a disgrace, Amelia. Do you have any idea how your scandal affects our family name?” I laughed bitterly. “My scandal? Dad, they…” “Enough.” His voice cut through the air. “You’re going to fix this. You’re going to marry Alexander Sterling.” I stared. “What?” He didn’t blink. “The Sterling family is willing to invest in our company. Their condition is a marriage alliance. You’ll do it.” I stepped back, shaking my head. “I just lost my career, my relationship, everything and you want to sell me like property?”

It wasn't her job to do so, but she had insisted, making my dad stay by the side. "Shall we welcome in, the bride of the day!" I heard the priest announce and without hesitation, the doors were opened to me and my mom who was ready to go into the hall. With boldness, I lifted my eyes up to the altar that had both the groom, his best man and the priest. I was going to be my sister's substitute now, I was going to be forced into a marriage I never wanted to have. I was going to ignore every thought I had when suddenly, I saw him. I saw the same billionaire who was at the stripping house, the one I bumped into, the same billionaire I was indebted to.

Listening to her it was as if she was explaining something as simple and natural as making a cake, and not weird and crazy as marrying a man she was already engaged to. “Wait, hold up,” I said, finding my voice. “Let me get this straight, you want to pay me to marry your fiance? Why?” “It dosen’t matter. It's only for some months. Then you will be free and I’ll give you five million dollars.” She said. My eyes nearly popped out of my head. If she was willing to spend that kind of money then obviously it did matter and I told her so. “Why don’t you want to marry him?” I asked.

There and then, he decided that on his off day, he would visit a close relative that he knew could help him. Something is wrong; Rudney’s guts kept nagging at him. However, Rudney’s thoughts were interrupted by the show on the television. He hissed and looked away, saying, “They are always showing stale gist.” If Lily had been here, they would have gossiped and laughed about it, but while Rudney pondered on that, the words of the presenter floated into his ears. A couple of days ago, Billionaire CEO to Bridger Empire, Christopher Bridger ties the knot with his bride, Ahsley Grander, in a discreet, but elite manner.

“Tell me who he is and why he chose me as his wife.” She stood petrified in front of me, as if she didn’t know what to say, but I wouldn’t let her get away before she answered all my questions. “I don't understand why he chose you as his wife,” her voice came out shaky and slurred, “but Mr. Gregory is the heir to a multi-billion dollar empire. He needs a wife to take over the family business.” “Billionaire?” I whispered, and it was as if my strength went out like a balloon. ”I married a billionaire?”

The Billionaire Cheated Bride (Broken series book 2) by Diana Wolfe Elizabeth T. Sharma, a bastard of the rich and famous but bankrupt Carrington family was left with no other option but to marry one of the most wealthiest bachelor in America to save her late mother's foundation. She would never in a millions years imagine that her so called enemy turn fiancé would be a gorgeous mix blood with chiselled Greek feature and dimples to die for. Too bad his personality sucks.

The older man ignored him completely. His eyes remained fixed on me. “What is your name?” he asked. “Amara,” I answered quietly. “Full name.” I told him. Silence followed. Then- “You’re not from our world.” Not a question. A statement. I swallowed carefully. “No, sir.” He leaned back slightly, studying me with unsettling calmness. “And yet somehow,” he murmured, “you became my grandson’s wife over night.” The room felt colder. Alexander finally spoke. “I made my decision.”

“His bride disappeared? Did she die or…” “No one knows.” He replied and my heart stopped. “It could be that she ran away or got kidnapped. No one knows actually. But Romanov has to get married in two days. And his bride will automatically get over half of his properties.” He explained and I paused, turning to look at him in shock. “Half? That man is a billionaire! If that's the case, why would his bride run? Unless she was in trouble.” I muttered, mostly to myself than to him and he sighed. “Wait, how do you know all this?”