Bride Of Mr Billion Novels & Stories

Pulling at his shirt's sleeves, he lets his gaze wander on my body. "Let's sleep together then. I'm a pretty busy man. I don't have the time to go on a hundred dates." He sexily runs a hand through his hair. "And it's not like my answer to wanting to marry you will change after a hundred dates." He straightens his back to take a better look at me. "I like you, and the way you were checking me out earlier, I can say you feel the same. And let me tell you, I'm capable, wealthy, handsome, and well-established. Then why shouldn't we get married?" I'm unexpectedly out of words since he's making valid points. I lick my lips, not knowing what to say. I exhale as I come up with something that makes

“Auntie, you think I need money? David and I love each other not because of progress.” "How? You are not satisfied with this amount? Five hundred thousand dollars is enough, right?” Mrs. Emma said as she pulled out a second card from her bag and set it down on the table. She is furious when she learns of this fake marriage, anyway, she has to kick Ella out of her son's life. "You are offending me." "Offense?" Mrs. Emma smiled sarcastically. “You married my son because you wanted money to treat your father, right? Now, are you being magnanimous to me?”

my father says, stepping forward, "but this union was never meant to be a love match. It was only ever business. The fact that Xavier and your sister fell in love was only a lucky incident." "You are our only hope now. You have to get married today; you just have to," Mother said. I considered her words. I knew she was right. Without Sinclair's investment, Eldora would go bankrupt. As much as I hated to admit it, we were royally screwed if a wedding didn't take place today. Not many people knew about Kathrine's and Xavier's engagement, and the few that knew were made to sign an NDA. From what I know, that was the only condition Kathrine had when agreeing to the engagement. My taking her plac

“It was big. Over-the-top. Exactly what you’d expect when rich people pretend they care about charity.” “Mhm,” Naomi hummed. “And?” “And Tristan played the charming billionaire perfectly,” I continued. “Media everywhere. Investors everywhere. Violetta Castille everywhere.” “Oh God,” Naomi groaned. “That woman?” “Yes, that woman,” I said. “and she wore the freaking Red dress.” I let out a slight hiss just thinking about it, “She was absolutely gorgeous.” “Okay,” Naomi said carefully. “You’re listing details. That means something happened.” I opened my mouth to deflect like I always did, but instead, the truth slipped out.

"They were going to put my father in prison. I didn't have a choice. I didn't even know I was pregnant yet when I took the money—" "You took the money," Julian repeated, the warmth in his eyes dying instantly, replaced by a cold, jagged wall of ice. He let go of her waist as if she had suddenly turned into a serpent. "All this time, I thought you were the one pure thing in my life. But you were just another transaction." "Julian, wait!" But he was already turning away, his face a mask of stone. The cameras flashed, capturing the moment the Billionaire turned his back on his bride-to-be.

“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?”

"Father, are you saying that you're going to give the money back to Fiona? This is One billion, One billion dollars!" "I know numbers!" Adams shot him a glare, waved his hand, signaled the butler to take away the items, and turned to go upstairs. The living room fell into silence. Bennett turned to his wife. "Marian, did you investigate that Brenda earlier like I asked? Any results?" Bennett found the situation too unbelievable. If Brenda was really capable of presenting such a lavish betrothal gift for Fiona, he had to be someone of substantial means. Marian shook her head. "Not yet, it's been less than a day. Besides, there are many people with the same name."

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.

“So, Callie, how did your date with Mr. Billionaire go yesterday?” I heaved a sigh and then responded. “Well, aside from having the finest wine, and eating a whole bunch of sweet delicacies, it was just plain normal. Sterling is a man of few words.” “Wow, that must be cool. I can only imagine,” she stated with dreamy eyes. “Lucky you, babe. But Callie, I can't believe that you are finally going to be getting married to a billionaire.” “Me too.” I sighed. “But it might be a good thing after all. Your fiance is so handsome, muscular, and above all, extremely wealthy. That would be a huge plus to you.”

the man replied evenly. The tension between them snapped tight instantly. Kieran’s jaw clenched. “That’s my wife, " he said. His tone was sharp with ownership. "Step aside.” My heart pounded harder. The word wife felt like chains tightening around me I shook my head weakly. Tears slipped down the sides of my face. “No…" I whispered. "Please…” The stranger glanced down at me briefly. Just for a second.. It was enough. He saw it. The fear. The desperation. The truth.