Novel & Cerita Bride Of Mr Billion

“ 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

It was a beautiful Saturday morning in the City of New York. Mrs Garcia woke up to find one side of the bed empty. She searched the room for her husband only to find him coming out of the bathroom in a bathrobe and talking on the phone. "Thank you so much," he said and ended the call "My love, guess what?" he said after greeting his wife with a kiss "You know I don't like guessing games. What happened?" Mrs Garcia asked "We got the invitation to the Billionaire's meet," he announced with lots of excitement

Evelyn was still standing in front of Liam, waiting for an answer. Mrs Steele, and the redt had gone outside, leaving the two to themselves. The hallway outside the bridal suite buzzed with muffled laughter, the clinking of glasses, the distant swell of violins warming up for the ceremony. It all sounded unreal. Like it belonged to someone else’s life. Standing here in a dress that suddenly felt too tight across her ribs. Liam loosened his tie with one finger, then dragged a hand through his hair, disarranging the careful styling his best man had spent twenty minutes fixing. His gaze kept sliding past her shoulder, toward the window, toward anything that wasn’t her eyes.

The headline made my blood run cold. "Christopher Zane's Secret First Marriage Revealed: Billionaire's Past Hidden from Current Wife." My hands went numb as I took the phone from Claire, scrolling through the article with growing horror. According to the piece, Christopher had been married before, years ago, to a woman named Katherine Morrison. The marriage had lasted less than a year before ending in what was described as a "bitter and costly divorce." There were photos—grainy but unmistakable—of a younger Christopher signing what appeared to be legal documents, a beautiful dark-haired woman beside him.

“Chin up. These women can smell uncertainty. And try not to mention that little family of yours.” The next hour blurred into a series of handshakes and careful conversations. I met Mrs. Lydia Kensington, whose husband ran a pharmaceutical empire, and listened as she droned on about her latest wellness retreat in Switzerland. “You must join me next time, Sarah. It does wonders for the complexion, and the disposition. New brides often find the transition... taxing.” “I’m managing,” I said, accepting a flute of champagne from a passing waiter. The bubbles tickled my nose, but the alcohol felt necessary.

Her mother advised. “You will be a wife to such a young millionaire.” Her siblings said to her and so as not to become the black sheep of the family, she agreed; at least she was silent through it all and the silence was counted as an approval and the marriage was planned. The marriage was a large society wedding and none of the about to be couple have a say in the way the marriage ceremony was planned. It was a dream come true for the family. The khitbah was not properly done, none of the young couple have any questions for themselves and those they didn’t see each other. They are children to family friends and both are from a good home, that was all.

Frederick brow narrowed, “What do you mean she is no longer my wife? Camille tell him aren't we married?” Camille looked at him in disgust. “What nonsense are you saying?” A man ran into a room where Cassie was having pleasure with an unknown man. The man came closer and whispered into her ear. Cassie hold on the sheet tightened, “What has that fool done?” She grunted coming down naked hurriedly putting on her clothes. She threw a bundle of cash to the unknown man who caught it instantly and left the room.

Feel free to call me the sacrificial lamb. But Smith wasn't a bad looking man. In fact, he was very handsome. He was everything I couldn't find in Dan, my ex-boyfriend. Smith was tall, slim, muscular, and athletic. He was very handsome and cute as well. Apart from all these, he was calm, humble, and manly. I got to know he was a billionaire through Emily and later, I came to know that he was bankrupt. “Congratulations, Anna…” Emily had told me when we were backstage. “You must be so happy to have Smith. He is a billionaire, you know…”

"My lawyer will draft the contract tonight. I expect you to sign it tomorrow morning without any complaints." "I won't complain," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "Thank you, Mr. Reed." "Lucien," he corrected, not looking back as he turned and walked down the hallway. "Get used to saying it." I watched his retreating figure, still trying to process the absolute insanity of what had just happened. I was going to marry Lucien Reed. The city’s most eligible, ruthless billionaire. It felt like a fever dream, but the cold sweat on my palms and the sudden lack of panic in my gut reminded me it was very real.