Billionaire's Substitute Bride Novels & Stories

My father, Edward, stood beside me, refusing to even offer me his arm. Through a small gap in the doors, I could see the front row. Zara was already there, holding court. She wore a pale pink designer gown that made her look like a fragile, porcelain doll. She was dabbing the corners of her eyes with a lace handkerchief, performing her role flawlessly. "She is so brave," a woman in the second row whispered loudly, ensuring everyone around her heard. "I know," another socialite replied, shaking her head. "Zara sacrificed her own happiness to save her family's business. She gave up her place as the bride so her sister could have a billionaire husband. And Kira doesn't even appreciate it."

were the words and actions that made me clear my mother's hospital bills and other expenses at home before leaving them with an excuse – ‘I'm going to work for the money I got’. I got to the altar and my saliva dried up on its own on seeing the billionaire,throat sore god's had to wait for this very moment. He was looking so perfect in the expertly tailored suit on him and the pomade hairstyle allowed his cuteness to scream out itself. “You may now unveil your bride” the priest's words came, interrupting my thoughts and immediately, the billionaire raised my veil, allowing me to have a clearer view of his perfect looks. Our gazes locked for a while and I felt my heart skip a thousand beats a

"Stupid. Very stupid. But you know how these families are. Rebellion takes weird forms." "Charming." "Right?" Scarlett's voice had that edge again. That dry amusement. "So what about it?" Her smile was wicked. "Guess who the bride is." I blinked. Processed. "Wait. What?" She paused. Dramatic. The way she did when she had good gossip. "The girl. The one his family wanted him to marry. The business arrangement girl." I turned to look at her. Actually turned my whole body. "What?" "Grace Wellington. Daughter of the Wellington banking family. Worth about three billion dollars. Been groomed since birth to marry into another dynasty."

The stranger who was somehow going to make all her pain disappear. And it begins.... Raya Bridges stood in the midst of the large crowd completely frozen with a dinner tray in her hand. She was unsure of what to do or say. What was supposed to be just another day at work had gone very unexpectedly. “My dear, please consider my offer, marry my son Raphael.” Fredrick Renolds said again. “Uhm… Uhm… I… I” Raya stuttered. The whole scenario felt so surreal to her, she could not understand why Fredrick Renolds who happened to be the wealthiest man in West Hartford would want her as his daughter in-law.

“Vivian, what are you doing crying like a baby? so your intentions are to paint me evil should it be your husband walks in now you would say I beat you up right? Anyways, that's not happening” Jolting and snapping out of her traumatic experience Vivian got a hold of herself. “What is your mission here in my house?” She asked softly, “I thought you left Jerald already? What are you doing back here? Is it because he is way richer now? And no longer the struggling young man you left then? I know you are here for the money. I can get him to write you a good cheque that will take care of you and your lifestyle. please just leave my marriage alone please”

Are you talking about that rich billionaire that appears on the press and TV? I nod positively and sank further into the seat. "That's him" I mutter dryly. "Hunter the successful billionaire marries a girl who doesn't even know where she comes from. Well that can be a very, very interesting headline for the media they'd probably take it as a joke." "Well don't Ms..." "Ummm it's Adrianna Young" I mutter softly. "Yes look Adrianna don't be discouraged, because of his status keep in mind that every man has a weakness you my dear might be just his. So you're running away because you think you aren't wealthy enough to be with him?

All I needed was space. Sebastian Spenser. The heir of Spenser cooperation and legitimate face of the family business. He is taking me as his bride because he needed me to give him an heir. Because my grandfather thought it was good for business. I stared down at my wedding dress. It is a heavy Ralph Lauren custom made ball. It was made up of the finest Chinese silk with a floral of white lilies. It is gorgeous, fancy and expensive. It was chosen by my mother. I would have preferred a simple yet elegant one but mother insisted I get this particular one. Only the best for the Spenser and Hastings union.

"When the time comes, you can go to this bridal boutique to buy a wedding dress. Then, you can just call me when everything is ready." Caroline glanced at the name of the bridal boutique and secretly clicked her tongue. Merry Color was a domestic bridal boutique with little popularity. It wasn't because it was unpopular, but because their wedding dresses were very expensive, costing thousands of dollars. Only people from the upper class could afford it. Therefore, this brand was only well known among the upper class. Other people didn't know it at all. Everyone who hired Cook as a photographer was rich and powerful. Caroline guessed that he forgot about Kirk's net worth in a moment of carele

Her mother advised. “You will be a wife to such a young millionaire.” Her siblings said to her and so as not to become the black sheep of the family, she agreed; at least she was silent through it all and the silence was counted as an approval and the marriage was planned. The marriage was a large society wedding and none of the about to be couple have a say in the way the marriage ceremony was planned. It was a dream come true for the family. The khitbah was not properly done, none of the young couple have any questions for themselves and those they didn’t see each other. They are children to family friends and both are from a good home, that was all.

I stood by his side staring and transfixed, the clicking of the camera from the reporters was on repeat. Tristain Herdezn exchanged pleasantries with her, and I kept on shaking my head in defeated silence. I could read the next headline in the papers by morning. “The substitute bride was humiliated at her own reception” “Ruthless billionaire ignores his wife for a more sexy lady” “Tristain Herdezn, and who do we have here?”. The woman who made a mockery of me right before the whole crowd, turning to face me not letting go of her grip on Tristain's arm.