Billionaire's Unlikely Bride Novels & Stories

I gave him a single nod. "Accepted," Dominic said. "As presented." Sandra made a note. Mara didn't visibly react but I saw her shoulders drop slightly, just a fraction, the way they did when she released tension she had been holding for too long. I had forgotten I knew her body language that well. The remembering was uncomfortable. We signed the preliminary agreement. The wedding was scheduled for four days later. Civil ceremony, no guests, a courthouse on the quieter side of the city. Mara's conditions had included keeping it small and I had no objection to that.

Thankfully, it was a free day for me. I got off the bed and ambled into the bathroom to get ready for the day's activities. I couldn't help grinning as I put on my suit while staring at myself in the full-length mirror. I guess this is what all newly married couples feel. I can't believe I am married. The country's most eligible billionaire bachelor is married to a random woman. My cook, Mrs. Smith, was cleaning the living room when I got downstairs. She stopped what she was doing as soon as she sighted me, stood upright, and lowered her head in respect.

she said passing her phone to me. The headline reads; “Billionaire CEO Marcelo Wilson Jones sets to get married,” I read the headline out and at first it didn’t click in my head that I am the soon to be bride of the billionaire. “Scroll down and read more,” Jennifer said, “Billionaire CEO female admirers set out to find this mystery woman,” I read out loud again and Jennifer started laughing. “What’s funny, didn’t you hear what I read they’re out to get me,” “I’m laughing because you’re one of the female admirers before you became the wife and I didn’t even know your soon to be husband has a fan base,” she said, laughing hard I could see tears coming out of her eyes.

"Turns out your daughter isn't useless after all. Don't worry, I'll make sure Blair gets what she wants." ~~~~ Back in France, Candice sat at her apartment, staring at the news article in disbelief. The headline read, "Charles Barrett’s Son Returns Home from France." Below it was a picture of Mason, the man she had been dating for 6 months now, and is currently engaged to. A man she thought she knew. Her assistant, Mia, had shown her the article, and now Candice’s mind was spinning. Mason wasn’t just some ordinary guy, he was a billionaire, the heir to the Barrett fortune. How could he have kept this from her?

Rather they see her as bad for me and prefer some church rat. High classes are supposed to go for high classes like them and not go for the low classes. But they insisted on that low class novice. I looked at the mirror, seeing my reflection I imagined Ruby coming up to meet me at the altar. Then again, i realized that Ruby isn't my bride but a stranger is. A knock came through. "Come in" I said. "Brother" I looked up. Vikky and babe coming towards me. They were looking beautiful on their pink and black spot dresses. What do you know... They are ready for their brother's wedding. Typical.

We didn’t look like two drunk idiots playing pretend. I looked up at Eric and said, “We’re screwed. “Completely, and utterly fucked.” My heart was pounding and then, I read the caption below the video: “British Billionaire Heir Marries Mystery Woman in Miami.” That one sentence was bold enough to punch my soul straight out of my body. I blinked at first, then blinked again. British… what? Billionaire… Who? “What—?” I choked out, staring at the screen like it might suddenly correct itself.

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?

"Let's just say certain…family obligations require a change in my marital status. And you, Miss Moore, possess a certain charm and…unexpectedness that suits my needs." Charm? Unexpectedness? Such vague answers did little to quell my unease. "But why a baker? There must be a hundred socialites lining up for the chance to be Mrs. Billionaire." A rueful smile played on his lips. "Socialites are predictable, Miss Moore. You, on the other hand, present an intriguing…wild card." Wild card? The term sent a shiver down my spine. Was I signing up to be a pawn in some high-stakes game I didn't even understand?

“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?”

After getting off on the wrong foot These two found friendship and love when they least expected. THE BILLIONAIRE'S UNEXPECTED BABY After his bride-to-be betrayed him with his best friend just before their wedding Ken was determined to have nothing to do with Vivian, now seven months later she was working as a cleaner in his house; the good news: she's carrying his child, the bad news: he was about to find out who his real enemies were NANNY TO THE BILLIONAIRE'S DAUGHTER One mistake that will either make or break them.