Her Billionaire Bridegroom Novels & Stories

“You betting on the bride or the groom?” “Neither,” he murmured, glancing at Olivia, who was already dabbing at her eyes. “Looks like we have a winner.” Chelsea bit back a laugh. “Sentimental much?” Austin chuckled. “It’s a billionaire wedding, Chels. Someone has to get emotional over the sheer price tag.” "Price tag, huh? Hahaha..." As Nova reached Bentley, their eyes locked. He offered his hand, and she took it without hesitation.

“I could’ve gone home and grabbed my clothes! But these—Asher, these are crazy expensive!” I showed him the tag on one of the dresses. He started to say, "That's not really—" but I gave him a quick glance. He smiled sheepishly. “Wife, listen. These are part of what I consider your bride price.” I blinked. “Bride price? You’re serious?” “Completely. And don’t worry about giving me a dowry. I’ve got the money, and besides, I’ll get something worthwhile in return, won’t I?”

“You’re my wife.” I didn’t say anything. He stepped back, pulled his sleeves up, and grabbed his phone from his pocket, “let’s go.” We walked out through the main hallway and every staff member moved like clockwork. A butler opened the front door before we even got there, a black Rolls-Royce was waiting out front, engine running, doors already open. I looked at him. “Seriously?” He put on his sunglasses. “You married a billionaire. What did you expect, Uber?”

“Look at you. You look so beautiful in that wedding dress. The silk fits you perfectly, and the lace… it’s really lovely. You look like a real bride.” I turned slowly to face her, my face looking tired that even the makeup couldn't hide it. “I hope you all are happy now?” She stepped closer, reaching out to adjust the veil on the wedding gown. “Sarah, sweetheart, please. I know this is difficult, but try to see the good in it. Adrian is a powerful man. You’ll live in luxury. You’ll never have to worry about money or status again. This marriage will save our family. Calm down!”

"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

He hissed. "I do have my things going. I am not the eldest son..." he didn't give many details. He was really a billionaire.. I didn't know if I should cry or laugh that I was married to a billionaire. It just made it obvious how screwed I was. I had threatened a billionaire to marry me. He was more powerful than I thought.

he murmured, “the world will know your name.” She smiled. “One day.” Outside, the city continued unaware. Inside, a billionaire claimed not an empire— But a wife the world would never see coming.

However, our visit here to the Billion Dollars V today, a renowned and elite fashion house, truly made me experience a whole new level of special treatment. It was no secret that I was going to marry Aiden, a scion of one of the wealthiest families and also a self-made billionaire in the world. Such a union naturally called for a wedding dress befitting my new status as a billionaire's future wife. The fashion industry was abuzz with rumors about the exclusive design being tailored just for me although, this was an in-house discussion among the fashion industries once it was heard that Billion Dollars V was working on a secret wedding dress.

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.

The stranger who was somehow going to make all her pain disappear. And it begins.... Raya Bridges stood in the midst of the large crowd completely frozen with a dinner tray in her hand. She was unsure of what to do or say. What was supposed to be just another day at work had gone very unexpectedly. “My dear, please consider my offer, marry my son Raphael.” Fredrick Renolds said again. “Uhm… Uhm… I… I” Raya stuttered. The whole scenario felt so surreal to her, she could not understand why Fredrick Renolds who happened to be the wealthiest man in West Hartford would want her as his daughter in-law.