Billionaire's Unlikely Bride Novels & Stories

And that's exactly what happened, our parents got married just two months after our formal dinner. It was a beach wedding on a private southern island. I'd always thought Mom was joking when she said her fiancé was rich, but she wasn't. We'd been comfortable back when Dad was alive, but not this rich. And this? This was a world apart. He took us from the dull city to the island on his own plane. He paid for everything: nice hotel rooms for all the guests, the whole wedding, even small things no one expected. Almost everyone who was invited came. There were famous people in long dresses, politicians shaking hands, and important business people who looked powerful. That's when the truth hit me

I pointed out curiously. "Bridget has been going nuts lately, I heard she has been trying to dispose your properties illegally but I stopped her, so it doesn't matter anymore and also she contradicted herself, she said your husband is after your money which is very impossible because from my research, you husband is a billionaire and he doesn't need your money and also, I don't see you as someone that will go to that length." I am glad that he doesn't believe her but he is wrong about me, I am that girl. I was really desperate to make sure that Bridget didn't end up with the inheritance and I agreed to a contract marriage, I am just lucky that we ended up falling in love.

But a feeling of nervousness still lingers in his mind. Have the idea of a “runaway bride”? A very thought that made him smirk. Surely, she wouldn’t dare of doing that. It would be very unlikely. They love each other very much. This is the biggest event of his life. No one will ruin this. No one. It is an event that costs a billion dollars. Only the elite people who are known in the society were invited to such extravagant weddings of the century. A wedding between a famous physician and a daughter of a known family owning a business monopoly.

Dozens of no⁠tificat⁠ions, messages⁠, missed calls. And one headline that made my stomach‌ drop. “‍The Billionaire’s Bride: Love, Lies, and Leverag⁠e?⁠” T‌he article‌ had my n⁠ame in bol‍d letters. It‍ c⁠alled me a myster⁠y‍ wo‌man with no social backgr‌ound, a po‌ssible p‌aw‌n in a strateg‍ic‍ marriage, and worst o‌f all — it ques‌tioned if I h⁠ad “married into luxu‍ry” fo‌r money.

Nothing in the Billion household was ever ever really still for very long. She stood still when her phone vibrated with a notification. It was a headline on an article: "Charles Billion's Secret Marriage to Fiona Generys: The Billion Heiress Marries in a Secret Ceremony But What Does It Bode for the Family Dynasty?" Fiona's heart dropped, her pulse racing as she skimmed the words. This was not the headline she had anticipated. She was about to swipe away the alert when another one flashed on the screen: "Scandal in Billion Family: Charles Billion's New Bride Was Kept a Secret Here's What You Didn't Know

he said with a disappointing wink. "I'm married to Shawn! I'm sure you've seen the ring," I told him. I did not like pulling the marriage card but this boy was pushing my buttons in all the wrong ways. "I heard… strange though, I never thought Shawn Blackwell would settle with someone like you," he said nonchalantly. "What do you mean someone like me?" I said. "Erm… well you know you've always been anti-rich and I always thought the reason you couldn't be with me was because I had money and you had none, but hey! You didn't have any problem getting in Shawn's bed," he said spitefully.

Oliver Ashford, father of groom, worth £90B, had booked: Private island in Maldives, Ashford Hotels private island, 50 staff, overwater villa, Patek Philippe welcome gift, rescue cat Biscuit's own villa. Rose and Leo said: "No." Milo Blackwood, 21, who said "No!" as first word at 8 months old, was proud: "My sister learned No from me! Good!" Rose and Leo's honeymoon plan: Stay in their Shoreditch mold flat. £800 per month, 2 roommates, 1 bathroom with mold that looks like a rose if you squint, bicycle, Tesco meal deals, coffee shop shifts. Because Rose said: "If we start marriage with private jet, we will end with private jet divorce like other billionaires. If we start with mold, we will ap

The headline was large and clean and designed to be clicked. *Zillionaire Bride: What Does Vivienne Donald Know About The Man She's Marrying Tomorrow?* I clicked it. The article loaded. The photograph of Charles in his suit in front of the building I recognised from every major financial publication I had ever read. His real name. His real wealth. The building behind him named and identified. And at the bottom of the article, presented as a source close to the couple, the pregnancy claim. I stood in the doorway of my kitchen with the room full of the people I loved most moving around me warm and real and completely unaware.

“And this has to do with me?” “I want you to marry me.” The café seemed to tilt. She laughed. Loudly. “That’s insane.” He reached into his coat and placed a folded document on the table. A check. Her laughter died. The amount made her dizzy. Half a million dollars. “I’ll cover your mother’s medical bills,” he said. “All of them. Immediately. The rest is yours.” Her hands trembled. “You don’t even know me.” “I don’t need to.” “That’s supposed to convince me?”

“It feels so surreal, Elena. My little girl is going to be a bride soon. Oh, I'm so thankful,” Mother murmured as she rearranged the flowers in the replica of the arrangement she'd sent the church to be decorated with. We were in Dad's study now, where most of the planning was done. “You know, Elena, when you and Sarah were little, she was so sickly. I was worried she wouldn't live long enough to see the end of winter, or see the first day of spring. There were so many things I thought she'd never experience, yet here she is twenty-two years later, one of the most sought-after surgeon, about to marry one of the most eligible billionaires in the world. In the process, she's taking off the wor