Billionaire's Unlikely Bride Novels & Stories

"It's...complicated, Tiffany. Let's just say I'm in a situation, and I'm unsure about the other person's feelings." Tiffany's expression turned curious, and she gave her a 'I won't give up till you tell me' look. "Okay, fine," Camille whispered. "I'm in a contract marriage. It's not a real marriage, just a mutually beneficial arrangement." Tiffany's eyes widened. "Whoa, that's unexpected! Who's the lucky guy?" Camille's cheeks flushed. " We met coincidentally, and...it's complicated." Tiffany leaned in closer. "Complicated how? Is he gorgeous? Rich? What's the deal?"

Jasmine sat down immediately with a puzzled look on her face and Avery cut to the chase immediately, because he had no time to beat around the bush. “The woman from last night wasn’t just another woman like you called her.” He started. “She’s mine. She is Zoe Madrigal of Madrigal Hotels and she is my wife.” He didn’t fail to register the shocked look on her face that disappeared almost immediately. She didn’t stand up like he had expected, she only studied him. “You got married?” She asked and when he nodded his head, laughed out loud. “Well, that is surely a surprise. I didn’t see anything about it in the news, Avery.”

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

One of the men present was my lawyer, he has the legal papers,and I guess the other man was the bride's relative. I am Wilfred Donaldson,the said broke Billionaire who is at the verge of bankruptcy. I am getting married to save the face of my company. I don't need to be told, but I knew I always have this cold look which has kept people away from me. I looked down at my watch, the time was past 8, yet the bride wasn't here. Could she be the type to always look lavish and dolled up? As dangerous thoughts crossed my mind, the door was pushed open. There was no need for me to take a glance before I knew she had arrived.

That was why he became one of the top self-made billionaires. When he was with me, he was not that arrogant filthy rich type of guy who showered you how much he earned money in seconds or told you what kind of yacht he bought yesterday. He was just him, Cenric, a man of vision, a thoughtful husband, and generous in bed. My phone rang, interrupting my thoughts—it was from an unknown number. It might be Cenric using a new number. I answered it quickly. “Hello?” “Sadie Wollf?” It was a voice of a man, but definitely not my husband. My hope crumbled down.

I can feel his eyes boring into my back as I walk away, but I don’t dare look back at him. As I walk through the crowd, I spot Veronica across the room. She’s talking with some man I don’t recognize, but her posture is perfect and her smile radiant, as always. She’s everything I could never be. Confident. Successful. Accomplished. She fits here. I never will. I calm my nerves and take a deep breath. "Leila." The voice stops me. I turn slowly, almost feel extreme reluctance to look at anyone, and there he is. Alexander Hawke. The man I’m about to marry. The billionaire. The stranger.

It seemed to me that I realized what I was going into, right in front of that alter. Soon, the wedding was over. It happened so fast as I had wanted and told Albert earlier. I Brielle, got married to Albert Stone, the only son to one of the most powerful family in the city, who was supposed to marry Diana, the heiress of the Davis company. The thought made me want to hurl and the one thing I wanted more than anything else was for someone to wake me up. Any moment from now, I would wake up in my half lit room, decorated with the heap of clothes dumped on the couch.

I held my ground and rolled my eyes. "Actually, no. I came to let you all know that I'm officially married." The room fell silent for a moment. Then, my dad, Richard Branson, stood up, his face a mix of incredulity and anger. "You're lying." "Am I?" I said, pulling out the marriage certificate and placing it on the table. "Here's the proof." Clara snatched the document, scanning it with her sharp eyes while my stepsister Sabrina peered over her shoulder. Sabrina's mouth twisted into a cruel smile. "Married already? That's rich. Who's the poor fool you managed to trap?"

"He wants me." "Good to know that." She looks at me. "I have heard that sometimes rich gay men marry an unsuspecting, shy woman to keep up appearances. Glad to know that's not the case for you, given how quickly he married you and wanted to marry you on the night he met you." "Les, why are you making it sound like it's a bad thing?"

I said. “You already were,” he replied calmly. “The difference is that you negotiated the price.” I took the card. Not because he told me to. But because I chose to. That night, as I lay in the unfamiliar bed, my phone buzzed. Unknown number: Congratulations on marrying into a world you don’t belong in. Another message followed. You won’t last. I stared at the screen, jaw tightening. “Watch me,” I whispered into the dark. Somewhere across the penthouse, a door clicked softly.