Her Billionaire Bridegroom Novels & Stories

I looked around me and every other person was going about their business while I was hurting badly inside. Fuck! I had prepared my best for this date. It was going to be our first real date since he announced his intentions to marry me in front of our families. But it just got ruined. Is this what it is like dating the heiress apparent of the Bristo empire? Is this what it is like dating the most eligible bachelor in New York City? I swallowed the sting in my throat. Well, I thought, this is what I signed up for, isn’t it? Falling in love with a billionaire meant falling in line with his world. And sometimes, love came second to legacy.

I breathed out, slumping onto the edge of the bed with a soft thud. My shoulders drooped. The silence in the room only made me more aware of how unprepared I felt. Being married to a billionaire didn’t automatically mean you knew how to dress the part. There were expectations—silent, loud, and always hovering. I was supposed to look elegant, put-together… untouchable. But right now, I looked like someone who barely rolled out of bed in an old shirt that used to be white. I dragged my fingers through my hair and glanced at the mirror across the room. My reflection stared back—plain, unsure, and still trying to figure things out.

"If you're talking about money, you know I am not into---" "I know." He cut me by putting his index finger on my lips. "But you have no choice, Sophia Yzabelle Kelley because you're married to me and you married one of the top billionaires in California." He winked at me and God knows how much I wanted to smack the arrogant smile playing on his lips. "So, you really owned this mansion?" "We, sweetheart, owned this mansion."

The focus was no longer just her as it was earlier It was all three of them. this time around. He reacted first—too fast. He pulled his hands away from Matilda as if burned, shoving them into his pockets before immediately pulling one out again, stepping toward the woman. “Hey, hon—” A quick peck on her head. Too quick. Too careful. “Matilda,” he said, turning slightly, “meet my wife.” A beat. “The one with the best decision instincts.” A faint smirk touched his lips. “She’s been making our family proud.”

“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?”

Are you talking about that rich billionaire that appears on the press and TV? I nod positively and sank further into the seat. "That's him" I mutter dryly. "Hunter the successful billionaire marries a girl who doesn't even know where she comes from. Well that can be a very, very interesting headline for the media they'd probably take it as a joke." "Well don't Ms..." "Ummm it's Adrianna Young" I mutter softly. "Yes look Adrianna don't be discouraged, because of his status keep in mind that every man has a weakness you my dear might be just his. So you're running away because you think you aren't wealthy enough to be with him?

The clash was too shocking and surprising. He raised his voice, but still controlled. “now Listen carefully. I’m giving you a choice.” He pulled out a business card from his pocket and slid it straightly across the counter. It felt cold. Heavy. “Marry me. Sign a contract. Fourteen months. You’ll be entitled to three million dollars. No feelings. No attachment. Power and total control only.” What! I blinked at the card again and again, as though it were some dead joke which can never come Alive.

“Hell, no. I heard enough. First off, I have more important things to do than be a mail order bride. Second, we don’t really care for each other, and your family would pick that up in a moment. Third, we are not even close friends, which negates me from owing you any favors. Surely, you have some lovely young thing just begging for the opportunity to shine in this role?” Tony held back a groan. Did he really think this would be easy? “Actually, that’s why you will be perfect for the job. I need someone who won’t get any strange ideas. Anyway, I’m not seeing anyone at the moment.” “What if I am?” “Are you?” She pulled back. The temptation to lie glimmered in those eyes, then cleared. “No. But

Mr Emerson breathed out first as he looked a bit surprised that his wife was already making arrangements to have Justin get married on time. Although he knew that Justin just arrived in the city. But he hadn't thought of his wife to make the arrangements so quickly as to get him an arranged bride and to have them engage. "That's alright as I know Senator Wilfred, and he's indeed a great man. Good to have you here with us, and we are glad and also looking forward to seeing our children unite as one."

Sofia was sitting in a chair, while a thousand people arranged her hair, her nails, makeup, and dress her. Riya paced back and forth, adjusting the details of the party. Sofia wanted something simple, but Vernon wanted something big, as she knew that the party was more important to Vernon, she left the marriage in his hands. "It's going to come out in every magazine," he said. "the most handsome businessman marry with the beautiful, empowered wife" Sofia raises one eyebrow. "Are you sure they'll call you the most handsome?" Sofia laughed. "Sure, why not?"