Bride Of Mr Billion Novels & Stories

Listening to her it was as if she was explaining something as simple and natural as making a cake, and not weird and crazy as marrying a man she was already engaged to. “Wait, hold up,” I said, finding my voice. “Let me get this straight, you want to pay me to marry your fiance? Why?” “It dosen’t matter. It's only for some months. Then you will be free and I’ll give you five million dollars.” She said. My eyes nearly popped out of my head. If she was willing to spend that kind of money then obviously it did matter and I told her so. “Why don’t you want to marry him?” I asked.

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.

Blushing Bride Intro; When nineteen year old Georgia Marcelli walks down the aisle, she steps into a marriage arranged by power, not love. But behind her virgin innocence lies a dangerous craving to be seen, owned, and devoured and no one sees her quite like Massimo De Luca. He’s a thirty-three year old ruthless and obsessively controlled self-made billionaire with a name that turns heads and a stare that undresses her soul. The moment she becomes his wife, he makes one thing clear:

She was wearing a blue gown and nude makeup which accentuated her beauty. "Ten Million dollars, are you ready?" Miller's husky voice sank deep into my system. My gaze left the young lady's sight to that of my best friend. "What for?" I asked, seems I was missing out on something. "Lure the lady in dating you for a week, and get a compensation of ten million dollars." Miller raised an eyebrow, his lips full of smirks. I don't know what game he was trying to play, but I was going to beat him on this. After all, I was hot, classic, and handsome. I was literally every woman's dream. I mean, who wouldn't want to date a billionaire?

The room was thankfully unoccupied. “You bastard! I’ll have you jailed for this. What the fuck is wrong with you? You couldn’t wait until after the wedding to crawl up out of whatever hole you live in?” Tracy whispered furiously. “You lied to me,” Josh whined in an accusatory tone that sounded so ridiculous. “What the fuck are you talking about?” “I saw your husband-to-be on TV and googled him. He is a freaking billionaire. How does a billionaire’s bride-to-be not have a hundred thousand dollars?” Josh asked. He was no longer slurring his words as much as he had before.

What scared me was that finally I was about to meet him. My husband. Kaif's POV, "The beautiful bride is here." The host announced as I sat on the stage. A few girls began throwing rose petals on the ground and she arrived. Dressed in a long golden lehenga, I won't deny though, she looked quite a beauty but her face was down so I couldn't see clearly. As if I wanted to! So this is that slut huh? How many men did she sleep with till now? Yet she gets a chance to marry a multinational billionaire. Lucky bitch.

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

His expression darkened immediately. Elara stepped closer. “What is it?” Adrian slowly turned the phone toward her. Her heart nearly stopped. A news article filled the screen. BLACKWOOD FAMILY DRAMA: RUNAWAY BRIDE RETURNS. Below the headline were several photos. One showed Lillian entering the Blackwood mansion earlier that day. Another showed her crying dramatically outside the gates. The caption read: “Sources claim the billionaire groom replaced his runaway bride with her unknown cousin.” Elara felt the ground disappear beneath her feet. “They know.”

Who smiled through betrayal. I didn’t want to be that girl anymore. “What’s the catch?” I asked. He smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “There’s always a catch.” I waited. “You’d have to disappear,” he said. “At least, the version of you everyone knows. You’d become Mrs. Ariana Navarro — not a wedding planner, not the jilted bride. My wife. For one year.” “And after that?” “You walk away. With your name cleared, your business secured, and enough money to start over.”

The wedding, the palace confrontation, the breakfast incident with Jade… all of it. “Can you believe they didn't have cereal or noodles or bread,” I said, leaning in conspiratorially as she tried on a sparkling cocktail dress, “You're kidding right?" She says whipping her head around so fast I worried it might come off. "Does he think he leaves type of billionaire w******l?" "My point exactly." "By the way you have to get that dress" Once we're done we make our way to the counter to pay. I pull out a card to pay and her jaw dropped.