Hidden Billionaire's Secret Bride Novels & Stories

"Do you understand why you're here?" "No, actually. Your officers mentioned fraud and coercion, but I haven't done anything illegal." "That remains to be seen." She pulled out a document, my marriage contract. "Explain this." My stomach churned. "It's a marriage contract. Where did you get that?" "Answer the question, please." "It's exactly what it looks like. Alexander and I entered into a contractual marriage arrangement." "For money." "Yes. Three million dollars over two years, plus medical expenses for my mother."

Max answered with a smile plastered on his face, for the show. “Miss. Evelyn Carter, do you take Maximilian Sterling to be your lawfully wedded husband, in sickness and in health, for richer or poorer, for better or for worse?” the priest asked, turning his focus to me this time while I stood frozen at the altar, dressed up in white as a bride. Still, I didn’t feel like a bride. Because this was all new to me, all against my wishes. I never imagined myself getting married like this, or entering into a contract marriage, to give a legitimate heir to a billionaire, a man I barely know about—a total stranger.

He grinned at Mike while wriggling his brow. Amelia wore a confused look. What was going on? Was this some sort of war to see the highest bidder or what? Mike retaliate immediately, “I will pay fifty thousand for that” Everyone turned to stare at him, while some whispered while pointing their finger at him. They didn’t try to hide that they were speaking about him. Amelia heard someone whisper, “What do you expect from the heir of Afonso’s empire? He is truly different.” Another whispered, “I heard he is single, maybe I can arrange a blind date with his family. It is a great opportunity to become the in-law of such a family.”

She had no idea what storm she had just walked into. “Elena,” I finally said, my voice steady but weighted. “There’s something I need to tell you.” Her fork clattered softly against her plate as she looked up, startled. “W-what is it?” I leaned back in my chair, folding my hands together. “The man you married today… the one you were told was nothing more than a poor nobody” I paused, watching her chest rise and fall quickly. “That was a lie. I am Adrian Blackwood, heir to the Blackwood Empire. CEO of the largest conglomerate in this country.”

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.

She examined his handsome looks Her eyes darted towards his ear and admired the diamond-like mole on his earlobe. "You've hard a stressful day, let's go home so you can take a rest." "No I'm fine, let's head to civil affairs." Natalie retorted. Ric let out a smile and turned to Natalie, grabbing her jaw to examine her with his eagle-like gaze "even without the marriage certificate you're now Mrs Ricardo Rodriguez." Nat couldn't help but blush. "Where should I drop you off?" Ricardo ask still admiring her. "I'm Mrs Rodriguez,right? Shouldn't I stay over at Rodriguez place" Natalie asked flirting. It was Ricardo's turn to blush.

"Yes. You may go." "Thank you, Lissa. Thank you!" Edgar opened his arms; he was about to hug Elissa. Elissa dodged. She was still reluctant to be held by Edgar. Edgar, who had been happy, now his face was flat again. That's right. Edgar was no one but Elissa's secret husband. He had no way to Elissa's heart. At least for now. Tomorrow? After the Lebanon project, Edgar could surely be re-energized to make Elissa fall in love. For him, marriage is only once. He didn't want to fail the choice he had made.

I was sick and tired of everything—this wheelchair, this house— I was tired of it all. Taking in deep breaths, I wheeled towards the guest room where my new 'wife' was currently staying. I knew she was probably ecstatic to learn that she would be marrying the billionaire's crippled son. Just like the last two, her next plan would probably be to kill me and take over my property. A man who couldn't even get an erection was as good as useless to them whether or not it was Alexander Forger. They were all here for the money, and I knew this one was no different.

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.