Her Billionaire Bridegroom Novels & Stories

SADIE I was beyond grateful to him for the way he treated me. I was thinking of not seeing the light again, literally. That was how my brother wanted me to keep in my head, that marrying someone like Cenric was a horror movie come to life. I was hoping that this was not just his way to earn my trust, to keep me on his leash so that I would not be a pain in his ass. Or he was just kind without any hidden agenda at all, and he was getting bored with his life as a billionaire bachelor. But he made it clear that he didn’t want to get married. It didn’t make any sense right now, but I would find it out.

But I know that it's already too late for me to regret everything that happened though. I am already married to the ruthless billionaire, and I could never change that fact anymore. Well, not unless I travel back in time, which is not very possible to happen. "Wow. Kier Henderson must be the luckiest person to have such handsome and rich son-in-law. Finally, huh? A big catch. Henderson Company won't surely be back in the mud ever again. Afterall, our bride here has the ruthless billionaire by their side." The lady added while chuckling, and I didn't like seeing her happy face as well as her voice. So so much that I badly want to make a scene here by pulling her hair and smash her head right

Adrian's father had intended for the event to be big, but Adrian insisted on strict invitations, giving orders that the guest list for his wedding should not exceed two hundred. All the invited guests were seated, and the organist has been playing for more than thirty minutes, and not a single person in attendance has grown restless because this is the event of Adrian Smith, the youngest and richest billionaire in the whole world, the only man whose facial appearance alone speaks volumes of his wealth. They all sat and waited patiently to watch as the most handsome and eligible bachelor in town got set to march to the altar with his bride. Soon, the organist changed its beatings into that of

“So, Callie, how did your date with Mr. Billionaire go yesterday?” I heaved a sigh and then responded. “Well, aside from having the finest wine, and eating a whole bunch of sweet delicacies, it was just plain normal. Sterling is a man of few words.” “Wow, that must be cool. I can only imagine,” she stated with dreamy eyes. “Lucky you, babe. But Callie, I can't believe that you are finally going to be getting married to a billionaire.” “Me too.” I sighed. “But it might be a good thing after all. Your fiance is so handsome, muscular, and above all, extremely wealthy. That would be a huge plus to you.”

Emily took a deep breath and tried to calm her racing heart as she stood outside the wedding chapel. She had imagined this moment a million times, but never quite like this. She was about to marry a man she barely knew, a man who was over double her age and a billionaire businessman named Alexander Pierce. The door to the chapel opened, and a woman in a white gown emerged, followed by a man who was clearly her groom. Emily stepped forward, taking her place at the back of the line. She wasn't sure what to expect, but she was determined to make the most of this opportunity.

Every medical word should make me feel calm, but my mind is still crowded. By the weekend, Maya and I attend her cousin's wedding. It's on a boat. Not just any boat. A massive, shining, expensive white boat floating proudly on the water like a small kingdom. During the reception we wander around, smiling at strangers and listening to family stories. Everyone keeps talking about the bride and groom. Apparently Maya's cousin is marrying an Arabian billionaire who owns a winery in New York City. The whole event is dripping with money and elegance. Once upon a time, I used to belong in rooms like this. I used to be married to a billionaire too. A man who adored me. At least until his childhood b

Lowering his voice, he whispered, "It's actually a fake, borrowed it from a friend." She nodded and pulled back, her face flushing. "Yeah, uh, it looks real," she said, pulling her hand from his arm and stepping away. He was happy his little lie had worked-otherwise, how would he explain wearing a brooch worth two million when he was trying to pass off as poor? But he was also confused as his bride withdrew from him, as if suddenly shy of their closeness.

And so, with a heavy heart and a voice that threatens to betray me, I utter the words that seal our fate. "I do." As the ring slips onto my finger, I can feel the weight of it settling like a shackle, binding me to a life that is not my own. And yet, amidst the sea of unfamiliar faces and the swell of emotions, I only look for one person. The elegant lady who sat with the groom’s parents, her expression was unreadable, but her gaze was sharp, reminding me of the terms of our agreement. It was because of her that I was now privileged to wear a gown that I never thought I would, and it was because of her that I was pulled into a world that was vastly different from the one I had known all my l

Felix handed me the offer letter and he appended his signature after going through it. I wrote him a cheque of 30 million dollars, handing it over to him. "The remaining 10 million dollars should be used in getting a suitable beautiful wedding dress and accessories for my wife. I wouldn't like it if she wore something cheap. She's getting married to a billionaire, remember that." "Yes sir," his eyes shone at the paper he held. "When would you like to have the wedding happen sir?" "Tomorrow, there's no time for dilly-dallying," I said. "Get her ready by then, I don't care what you have to do to make her ready."

I wasn’t afraid of his anger; I was afraid of what would happen to me if I kept letting him pull me deeper into this glittering prison he called marriage. The gown fittings were the worst. Silk, lace, pearls—every fragile detail sewn carefully by trembling hands. I stood on the pedestal, staring into the mirror at the stranger who looked back. She was elegant, flawless, her body shaped by satin and boning. She was not Isabella Reyes. She was a doll, a bride-for-display, a promise wrapped in silk to appease a billionaire’s pride. Alexander made sure to attend each fitting. He would arrive without warning, the click of his shoes echoing through the studio like a drumbeat of doom.