Billionaire's Substitute Bride Novels & Stories

She couldn't see the bride's face because of the veil but then thought maybe Venessa looked leaner than before. Unknown to her, the bride wasn't Venessa. Getting to the altar, Candy could hear her heart beating fast. What if she got caught? This man was known as the Billionaire Devil, ruthless in every ways. What if he punished her when he found out she was the wrong bride and that she had deceived his assistant just to come here? She could only pray the real bride didn't show up here all of a sudden and ruin everything. 'I'll talk to him,' she thought to herself and took a deep breath. She had only heard whispers about this man and had not witnessed his appearance before. Slowly, she looked

“It’s been too long, brother. How are you doing?" “I'm fine, marcella and you're looking good yourself,” Sebastian said, stepping back to introduce Lillian. “Marcella, this is my wife, Lillian.” Marcella’s eyes narrowed slightly. “Yes, I’ve heard a lot about her, Lillian. But I thought you married her sister Katherine,” Her tone was cold. "Poor girl." Lillian extended her hand. “Nice to meet you, Marcella.” Marcella ignored the gesture. “So, you must be very pleased with yourself, Lillian. Marrying your sister’s husband after she died. How heartless can you be?”

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?”

Silence. Heavy. Sharp. Daniel stared at me as if he no longer knew the woman standing in front of him. And honestly? Maybe he didn’t. Because the girl who once begged for his attention no longer existed. “You’ve changed,” he said finally, his voice colder now. His jaw tightened. Around us, whispers continued quietly, people pretending not to watch while clearly listening to every word. Daniel stepped closer. “Do you really think this marriage is real?” he asked quietly. “You’re just a replacement.”