Novel & Cerita Bride Of Mr Billion

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.

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?

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

“ What’s wrong honey ? “ asked mr Carlo . “ There’s definitely something wrong but I just can’t point out what . “ said madam Lydia . “ What are you saying ? I don’t follow you . “ said mr Carlo. “ Honey , don’t you find it strange that a billionaire is fascinated with our daughter enough to marry her ? “ said madam Lydia . “ No , I don’t . Our daughter is awesome . She definitely managed to get his heart . Otherwise why would he marry her ? “ said mr Carlo . “ Think about it . No matter how busy one’s parents are they will definitely attend the wedding of their child but Massimo’s parents weren’t at the wedding and they did a simple wedding when billionaire people’s actual wedding is a big

"And that's what makes you the best wife in the world," The duo kissed afterward. And slowly, it turned into a heated session of countless rounds of sex. The Next Day Ivy tried to move her legs but found out her thighs are swollen and painful to lift. She gasped, struggling. "I will never forgive you, Dillon," She mumbled with a mug. Two strong hands lifted her in a bridal style before she could make another statement. She glanced at Dillon's face and her mug changed into a shy smile. "Good morning, wifey,"

Then the man said, without a hint of sarcasm, “He must be the dumbest man alive.” I stared at him. It wasn’t pity in his voice. Just truth. Cold and simple. I took another sip of my drink. “You’re not going to tell me it’ll be okay?” “No,” he said. “Because it won’t be. Not for a while.” I blinked. “Wow. Aren’t you just a ray of sunshine.” “I don’t do sunshine,” he replied. “But I do offer solutions.” I tilted my head. “And what solution would you offer a runaway bride?” He looked at me, eyes sharp. “Marry me instead.”

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.

“Vivian, what are you doing crying like a baby? so your intentions are to paint me evil should it be your husband walks in now you would say I beat you up right? Anyways, that's not happening” Jolting and snapping out of her traumatic experience Vivian got a hold of herself. “What is your mission here in my house?” She asked softly, “I thought you left Jerald already? What are you doing back here? Is it because he is way richer now? And no longer the struggling young man you left then? I know you are here for the money. I can get him to write you a good cheque that will take care of you and your lifestyle. please just leave my marriage alone please”

"My grandfather, the founder of the Vallocchi Group, was a man of traditional, if somewhat stagnant, values. His will contains a specific clause regarding the succession of the family empire. To maintain my position as Chairman and secure the final forty percent of the inheritance, I must be married—or at least, publicly committed to a suitable bride—by the end of this fiscal year." Lily let out a short, disbelieving laugh. "You’re a billionaire. You could have any woman in this city. Why go through the trouble of buying a girl from a slum and forcing her into a contract?" Dante leaned forward, his shadow falling over the desk. "Because 'any woman' in this city comes with a family, a backgro