If You Give A Billionaire A Bride Novels & Stories

“Vivian, what are you doing crying like a baby? so your intentions are to paint me evil should it be your husband walks in now you would say I beat you up right? Anyways, that's not happening” Jolting and snapping out of her traumatic experience Vivian got a hold of herself. “What is your mission here in my house?” She asked softly, “I thought you left Jerald already? What are you doing back here? Is it because he is way richer now? And no longer the struggling young man you left then? I know you are here for the money. I can get him to write you a good cheque that will take care of you and your lifestyle. please just leave my marriage alone please”

Damian Blackwood waited at the altar like he was attending a funeral instead of his own wedding. Tall, still, unreadable. Black suit. Dark eyes. A mouth that looked as if it had forgotten how to be kind. For a second, Elena’s steps faltered. Her fingers tightened around the bouquet. Somewhere behind her, the wedding planner made a sharp little sound, probably terrified the bride was about to ruin the most photographed marriage deal of the year. Marriage deal. That was all it was. One year. One signature. One ruthless billionaire paying off her family’s debts in exchange for a wife he could parade in front of the board, the press, and his dying grandfather.

My father made some bad investments and now, his wife has taken matters into her own hands to marry me off to a scary billionaire. Does she even care for my well being or was it all about keeping her fancy jewelries and Birkin bags? “The wedding will take place in a week’s time,” The billionaire announced. “A week?” Mother echoed. “That is not enough time to prepare.” “It is when you can pay people to speed up the process for you. Tell me what you want and I will find the best people in the country to get it done.” His voice bounced off the walls and vibrated my eardrums. A week. My life was being snatched from my fingers like a sharp object in the prying fingers of a kid. And I had no choic

He looked serious enough, so I nodded my head. “What do you want?” “Go out with me.” “Like a date?” “Yes, a date.” I choked on my spit while staring at him incredulously. He can't be serious. “Are you insane?!” I almost shouted. “I'm perfectly sane, wife.” “You're a billionaire. You owned the state or maybe the whole continent's economy. And you want to date me? Are you insane?! I don't have anything to give you that you don't already have.” “You, agreeing to marry me last night gave me something, Elizabeth. A wife.” If not for the couch I was sitting I would be falling face-first on the floor. His words had enough power to melt my insides and make me feel boneless.

“That’s why I’m the best. Let’s start simple. Big or small wedding?” “Definitely big "Blair supplied. “It’s what you want,” Addison told her. “You aren’t limited by funds, so you can have a big wedding.” "How much profit did my husband's company pull from the investment in Shanghai. I know it was all over the news"Blair asks.. "80 billion dollars"Addison whispered not fazed by the amount she called or by Blair's abstruct question.. "Then you should know this is a bilionare's wedding, considering his net worth I think we could go really really big"She says switching from the crying new bride to rich heiress vibes.

"Did you see the news?" "Yes," she said, smiling. "You did the right thing my love." She leaned forward. " That lady was only trying to get famous. But now you showed her that you did not give a damn about her. You are one smart billionaire. No wonder she played such a stunt. She stooped so low and you made her realize how low she stooped. " As he stared at her beautiful face, he was glad that she was his girlfriend. She was clearly the only smart one seeing things from his own point of view. He smiled at her. "Well said my Belle.”

God, he’d spent the past five years blaming himself for whatever happened to her even though he still never understood the events that played out on their wedding day. At least she was here, close to him, close enough to touch, and that somewhere in the last five years she had built a whole new existence he knew nothing about, one that definitely did not include him in her memory. He thought about Daisy's invitation again. Do you want to come to my mommy's cafe tomorrow? So innocent. A door left open by a child who had no idea what or who she was inviting into her mother's life. He was going to walk through it.

They finally had their ammunition. "So where's this husband of yours? I don't see anyone!" "Maybe your husband is that stray dog on the ground!" They mocked me while calling out to passersby. "Everyone, come look! This woman told us that she's marrying a billionaire and insisted on bringing us here to witness it! Would you look at that? There's not even a single soul in sight!" "People these days lie without even thinking! How dare she make up something like this?" "I'll make a bet right now! If this billionaire she's talking about shows up within 15 minutes, I'll give everyone here ten thousand dollars!"

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.”

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.