Her Billionaire Bridegroom Novels & Stories

He began to play the scenes in his mind: from the feeling she stirred in him that night he kissed her, to the fierceness in her eyes when she had accused him of stealing her work, to his mother's suspicions about her being pregnant by him and the conditional clause that he had to get married to take the helm of affairs at his father's hospital, back to Annabelle's mounting medical bills. He stopped in his tracks as the solution became evident. He'd solved the problem with the same concentration skill that made him a billionaire before thirty. A simple arrangement that would solve both their problems. His lips curved slightly. She would have the money she needed, and he would reclaim his fath

She didn't deny the statement. Theo continued without hesitation, "And I need a wife to maintain my company's reputation." His strong hand reached for a document atop the desk, then placed it gently before Hazel. The white paper looked simple, but Hazel knew its contents were likely more complex than they appeared. "This is a business marriage," he said flatly. "Nothing more, nothing less." The word "marriage" echoed in Hazel's head, making her world shake violently. Marriage? This must be a joke.

Are you alright?” The young woman quickly bent down to help the elderly lady who had fallen to the ground after being shoved aside by one of the bodyguards. In front of the grand cathedral, a luxurious bridal car had just arrived. The moment the car door opened, chaos erupted. Camera flashes exploded from every direction as reporters rushed forward, desperate to capture the first glimpse of the bride of the Wedding of the Year. Today, the mysterious heiress of the powerful Sutherland Group, the wealthiest family in the country, was finally getting married.

“You have no idea what it took to be ‘fine.’” I shook my head. “I don’t want to see you. I don’t want to talk to you. Whatever you came here for, you can turn around and leave.” That was when his eyes changed. It was subtle, but I knew that look. “I saw you on the news,” he said slowly. “With that billionaire guy.” My stomach tightened. “And?” “I heard you’re married to him now.” I said nothing. “You see,” he continued, nodding like he’d just solved a puzzle, “I knew you were going to do fine for yourself.”

The words hit me harder than expected. My marriage. My six-month contract. The lies. The evidence. The guilt. The fear of being discovered. I inhaled sharply and nodded. “Yes. Even me.” Because love isn’t about wealth. It’s about vulnerability. Mandy leaned forward, cracking open a can of juice. “Talk to us, babe. What did he say exactly?” Favour hesitated, then whispered: “He told me he wants a woman who mirrors his success. Someone who can ‘match his energy.’ I guess I don’t make enough money to match his new life.”

We didn’t look like two drunk idiots playing pretend. I looked up at Eric and said, “We’re screwed. “Completely, and utterly fucked.” My heart was pounding and then, I read the caption below the video: “British Billionaire Heir Marries Mystery Woman in Miami.” That one sentence was bold enough to punch my soul straight out of my body. I blinked at first, then blinked again. British… what? Billionaire… Who? “What—?” I choked out, staring at the screen like it might suddenly correct itself.

"I guess you're on your way to getting your dreams to come true." He nodded. "Let's talk about this later, I believe we have guest-bearing gifts." I turned away from my new husband and focused on the interior decoration of the church. There were neatly trimmed flowers and balloons tied all around the church. The decorations were nothing simple but elegant just how I wanted them. Soon, the audience formed a line and each of them came forward carrying either an envelope or other gifts. It was an elite wedding and nothing less than expensive and lavish gifts were expected. "Hailey, focus!"

"Why would you shame our family like this, Camille? You now go around seeing men? Who the hell is the man on the screen?" The big hall was filled with tension as Sean walked in, his presence commanding attention. "And what happens if the man in the video is me?" he said, his voice confident and authoritative. The guests murmured among themselves, shocked by his sudden appearance. "Is it not Sean Rodriguez, the most wealthy billionaire in the whole city?" someone whispered. "I think he is. I've seen him in magazines and on TV, never got a chance of seeing him in person." "What could be be doing here?"

she said while trying to smile, although her voice trembled slightly. The man stood quietly, his gaze sharp yet cold. He looked at Lady for a moment before speaking in a firm tone. "I did not come to attend this wedding. I came to pick up the bride. And I've also brought a wedding gift for the bride - a hundred billion dollars, a thousand pieces of gold, several certificates of houses, villas, luxury cars, and more." The room instantly went silent, and within seconds, shocked whispers began to spread among the guests. The gifts mentioned were truly beyond imagination.

"You don't need to look that shocked. I need to get married. My bride just ditched me. I need a bride and I want you to be my bride. I'm ready to pay anything." She suddenly looked disgusted. She had expected his condescending pride. One she knew most billionaires inevitably had. But she was disgusted he sounded so sure money was just enough to convince her. "I don't need your money. What d'you think I am? What d'you take me for? A bride on sale?" He scratched his head regretfully. "I didn't mean it like that..." "Of course you didn't," she cut in sarcastically.