Her Billionaire Bridegroom Novels & Stories

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.

He pulled a small box from his pocket, kneeling before her. Two! The sound was too loud for her to hear as the crowd chanted. One! Happy New Year! She couldn’t hear him, but she didn’t have to. Hunter Constantine, the billionaire bachelor was on his knees, bowing to his submissive, with an engagement ring in hand. “Yes! Yes, I’ll marry you!’

I pointed out curiously. "Bridget has been going nuts lately, I heard she has been trying to dispose your properties illegally but I stopped her, so it doesn't matter anymore and also she contradicted herself, she said your husband is after your money which is very impossible because from my research, you husband is a billionaire and he doesn't need your money and also, I don't see you as someone that will go to that length." I am glad that he doesn't believe her but he is wrong about me, I am that girl. I was really desperate to make sure that Bridget didn't end up with the inheritance and I agreed to a contract marriage, I am just lucky that we ended up falling in love.

"And you'll be the most stunning bride New York has ever seen!" Stunning wasn't exactly how I felt. I felt like a character in a play I hadn't auditioned for – a play with stakes far higher than a bad review. A knock on the door sent a nervous jolt through me. "Come in," I called, bracing myself. It was Ethan, looking every bit the billionaire in a sharp tuxedo that seemed to mold itself to his broad frame. He didn't smile, but his eyes held a flicker of something that warmed me despite the formality of the situation.

Elena's hand found mine on the cushion between us before Farah even asked her first real question, and I let myself hold it in front of a recording device for the first time in either of our lives. "The marriage began as a contract," I said, deciding before I finished the sentence that I would not soften it, would not perform a romance neither of us had actually felt in that very first week. "My grandfather's will required me to marry before turning thirty three or lose control of this company to my cousin. Elena's father owed a debt that threatened everything he'd built over a lifetime. We solved two problems with one signature, and neither of us expected it to become anything else at all."

And the father of my baby was staring at my stomach like it was a liability he needed to liquidate. I opened my mouth. A lie, a truth, _something_— His intercom buzzed. Susan again. “Mr. Knight? Miss Valeria is here for your engagement lunch.” _Engagement._ The word hit me like a slap. Of course. The Post had been talking about it for weeks. Adrian Knight, New York’s most eligible billionaire, finally settling down with Valeria D’Souza, heiress to the D’Souza shipping empire. He was getting married.

She is the mate to one alpha in London and she was about to get married when she fled the city. "Oh my God just got better than I expected. You mean she is broke like a real one who ran from a pack!? Do you have information on who her betrothed is? " It happened to be a billionaire who owns businesses in London. I'll send you all his information. "Thank you Josh I'm pleased to dig by if you can... " I don't Believe this, so this wonderland is not a real maid. She is the betrothed of a billionaire and she is wanted too

A bride befitting of his status as a high-class business man: a billionaire. My evening gown was custom made from a french designer and my bespoke jewelries from a high-end brand in Italy. My red hair was dressed into a wedding style bun. I finally met Leo at the car park where he stood beside his exotic car. He left his gaze on me for about two minutes and I began to wonder if he was falling for me or just lusting after my looks. To be honest, I can't explain how I started crushing on the arrogant man. He was all I wanted in a man which had always been beyond my reach. He was tall, handsome, well-built, had an enticing accent and extremely wealthy.

Sarah giggled. “Why not get get married to him then?” Chloe wiped her tears as they rolled down, “He is a billionaire right? And you love material things, you should just get married to him and..” “How dare you speak to me like that!” Sarah flared and tried to move closer to Chloe, but Isabella stopped her. “You don’t have to do anything Sarah, she will get married, whether she likes it or not.”

With an irksomely matter-of-fact tone, he said, "That tells me everything I need to know." My cheeks became heated. "You know absolutely nothing about me." "I know enough," he shot back. You're in a desperate situation. You need security and money, which you can't acquire from your previous location. Since his statements were accurate, they were a stomach strike. I didn't have to stand here and take it, though. "What's your excuse, too? Are dates no longer available to billionaires? His lips twitched into a half-smile that stopped short of his eyes. This has nothing to do with romance. It has to do with necessity. To keep my job in my family's business, I need a wife for five years. Nothing