Billionaire's Unlikely Bride Novels & Stories

However, our visit here to the Billion Dollars V today, a renowned and elite fashion house, truly made me experience a whole new level of special treatment. It was no secret that I was going to marry Aiden, a scion of one of the wealthiest families and also a self-made billionaire in the world. Such a union naturally called for a wedding dress befitting my new status as a billionaire's future wife. The fashion industry was abuzz with rumors about the exclusive design being tailored just for me although, this was an in-house discussion among the fashion industries once it was heard that Billion Dollars V was working on a secret wedding dress.

He leaned down and whispered in my ear, so only I heard, even with all that clicking. "Don't you dare hide my wife from them, Isabella." I looked up at him. My billionaire. My cold surgeon who was now my husband. He was not embarrassed. He was proud. Proud of my size 16 body in a cut wedding dress at City Hall. Lily giggled in his arm. "Mamma famous!" And I was. Mrs. Potts' phone was still buzzing. The T****k live may have ended, but the clip was already everywhere. Someone recorded it. Someone posted it with caption: "Billionaire Marries Chubby Nanny In Crop Top Wedding Dress — City Hall"

I didn’t understand how this was happening right now. My uncle was a cripple. He had no use of his legs. How had he managed to beat up a man of Samuel’s stature, and not only that, but he was the one that married Dove? The man was a recluse. He didn’t do public events let alone public relationships. Unless… I went to the search bar on my browser and typed in what I needed to see. And sure enough, there were numerous articles that had been published only a few days ago claiming that the hot-shot billionaire tycoon had tied the knot but no one knew who she was.

Bella frowned as she had also stepped into the Jewelers shop, and she saw how the other ladies were all gushing at Olima. "Hmm," Bella frowned and walked up to meet Olima. She did not want to think that it was Justin who purchased the diamond ring that Olima was wearing. Bella knew that she could not purchase her wedding ring with Justin by herself. She had to wait for Justin to purchase their wedding ring, and even though Justin purchased a cheap ring, she loved the ring and gladly accepted it. But having heard that the diamond ring around Olima's ring finger was worth more than a million dollars, Bella couldn't contain herself, and she wondered who the Billionaire man that Olima was dating

"I'm getting you new set of clothes. Seeing your sense of fashion today, and I can't particularly say I was impressed. It's Asher btw." Realization dawned on me, followed by a jab at my heart and an eye roll. I could barely afford my bills, how the hell was I supposed to get clothes that suited his taste? Arriving at my apartment, I noticed that the lights were on. Right. I had to tell Diane. I just signed a marriage contract today which practically means I'm now a married woman. I mentally flinched at that reality. It hadn't set it yet. The reality that I was now married to the grandson of Howard Companies, a multi billionaire.

And after that day Matilda cut off all connections with Jerald. Matilda realized that Jerald was on the verge of losing his job when they were dating. As the personal chartered accountant to the President of the UN, she quickly ran for safety into the arms of a celebrity actor known for his iconic romantic action movies. She believed Jerald was about to lose everything, and she was not willing to be part of that. All she cared about was her career as a model and finding someone who could sponsor her lifestyle while she gathered money to travel the world—her number one life goal. “Your sister told me all you were up to. Please leave my marriage alone please I am begging you please”

Even at sixteen he knew no relationship could ever be beautiful, they all eventually turned ugly. He shook off the memory and concentrated on the present. "Why don't you tell me what you are looking for in this marriage?" "One hundred and fifty thousand dollars upfront. In cash." He leaned closer to her intrigued, "Hell, that's alot of money. Gambling debts?" An invisible wall slammed between them. "No." "Shopping spree?" Temper flared in her eyes. "None of your business. Part of the deal is that you don't ask me questions about the money and how i intend to use it."

"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."

“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?”

Every medical word should make me feel calm, but my mind is still crowded. By the weekend, Maya and I attend her cousin's wedding. It's on a boat. Not just any boat. A massive, shining, expensive white boat floating proudly on the water like a small kingdom. During the reception we wander around, smiling at strangers and listening to family stories. Everyone keeps talking about the bride and groom. Apparently Maya's cousin is marrying an Arabian billionaire who owns a winery in New York City. The whole event is dripping with money and elegance. Once upon a time, I used to belong in rooms like this. I used to be married to a billionaire too. A man who adored me. At least until his childhood b