Billionaire's Unlikely Bride Novels & Stories

Father says. Mr Wolf nods. I can’t hide my shock, those two have never agreed on anything before. “That’s why this marriage is very important. I know it’s difficult on all of us, but there’s simply no way out. We have to merge our companies, and what other way to accomplish it than for our kids to wed.” I glance at Baxter, he appears to be bored but relaxed. “I will take good care of Ava, Mr Wellington” Baxter says, “she won’t lack for anything materially and otherwise.”

“I don’t need your money, Tony. I make enough on my own, thank you.” “There must be something we can bargain with. Something you want.” “Sorry, I’m a pretty happy girl. But thanks for the offer.” She reached past him for the doorknob. She was his only candidate, and he didn’t think America had a store to buy fake brides. The final option flashed before him. He had seen Chloe her best friend around the office a few times. She was beautiful and would fit the role perfectly. “Fine, I guess I will need to ask Chloe.”

EVERYONE was busy in preparation for Triana and Devance’s wedding. As expected, they had to do a wedding photoshoot because their parents were so excited about it. It was the talk of the society pages—the extravagant wedding of the son of the billionaire to his ‘childhood sweetheart’, the Allende princess. Triana almost winced in disgust upon reading that headline on one entertainment page. Their parents plotted this story, making everyone believe they were childhood sweethearts. It seemed they wanted to portray them as having a love marriage.

"You don't need to look that shocked. I need to get married. My bride just ditched me. I need a bride and I want you to be my bride. I'm ready to pay anything." She suddenly looked disgusted. She had expected his condescending pride. One she knew most billionaires inevitably had. But she was disgusted he sounded so sure money was just enough to convince her. "I don't need your money. What d'you think I am? What d'you take me for? A bride on sale?" He scratched his head regretfully. "I didn't mean it like that..." "Of course you didn't," she cut in sarcastically.

If only he hadn’t promised her that he would not disturb her again, he would have gone to ask her for more money. Going back on his former decision, he picked up his bottle of booze and took another large chug of it, then got up and turned on his small television, so that he could at least, have some sound in the room. He didn’t even bother watching it, but he soon heard a name that made his head jerk up. It was Tracy’s name, and the news that he was hearing shocked him more than he had thought that he could be shocked. Apparently, the guy whom she was getting married to – the same guy whom she had said was not rich, was a freaking billionaire.

Serenity laughed and said, “I’ll believe it if you have evidence, but I’ll never believe it if you can’t prove that you’re a billionaire. “Billionaires aren’t ordinary people. Do you think you can find one just by strolling down the street? We got married out of convenience. If I ended up marrying a billionaire just like this, pigs might start flying.” He worked in York Corporation and also had York as his last name, so it was easy for others to suspect that he was related to the richest man in the city. However, the car he drove, the house he lived in, and the daily expenses he spent with her were no different from that of ordinary people. Furthermore, if he really were the heir of the York

Maybe he has his reasons. As a newly wedded wife, I waited for my husband in our magnificent room. One thing I didn't mention earlier, is that the Williams are extraordinarily rich. Am still amazed, how a poor street girl like me got to become the daughter in-law of this multi-billion household, their gigantic mansion looks like a castle.

"My grandfather, the founder of the Vallocchi Group, was a man of traditional, if somewhat stagnant, values. His will contains a specific clause regarding the succession of the family empire. To maintain my position as Chairman and secure the final forty percent of the inheritance, I must be married—or at least, publicly committed to a suitable bride—by the end of this fiscal year." Lily let out a short, disbelieving laugh. "You’re a billionaire. You could have any woman in this city. Why go through the trouble of buying a girl from a slum and forcing her into a contract?" Dante leaned forward, his shadow falling over the desk. "Because 'any woman' in this city comes with a family, a backgro

If he is proud of me, we wouldn't be doing this wedding in a small way. Getting married to the youngest billionaire ought to be a great show off and done in a big way, even though I don't like it too. I am ok with it though because I can continue living my life the way I want. I don't want the media's attention. I want a quiet life, free of dramas. Besides, what Jordan and I have isn't real, becoming famous will reveal the truth sooner.

Laura, grateful for my words, smiled weakly while Susie let out a sound of displeasure and stormed off a few steps ahead of us. Sorry babe, I almost called out but held my tongue. I would make it up to her later. "It's just... When we moved to Vegas, all everyone could talk about was the new Mrs Lowell. How she rose from shame to fame. And had nothing before she scored the richest man in Vegas." Laura explained and I smiled. Of course, people thought that about me. No one knew it was a bloody contract that I had been conned into by my very own fiancee. The man whom I was going to marry! He sold me to the Lowells and went on his merry way like some fucking philistine.