If You Give A Billionaire A Bride Novels & Stories

Outside, the city blurred into night; inside, the car hummed with a quiet that broke only when a notification buzzed on Elena’s phone—an alert of headlines and speculation already forming online. She opened it with hands that trembled only slightly and saw the first of the morning’s angles beginning to take shape. Her breath caught when she read a line that had begun its life as a whisper at the table and now sat bold and hungry on the screen: *“Billionaire’s bride: business move or true love?”*

"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

His acquisition of three Silicon Ville unicorns had gotten him on the cover of Fortune. Even if I were Ethan's biological sister, I would not be worthy of walking into Zach's office. Chloe laughed too. "Come on, Summer. Be realistic. Billionaires don't marry for love. They marry for alliances and money. If Zach is going to get married, it will be to a senator's daughter or a European aristocrat. There's no way he'd marry you." She giggled. "If you want a rich man, at least make your story believable."

Dozens of no⁠tificat⁠ions, messages⁠, missed calls. And one headline that made my stomach‌ drop. “‍The Billionaire’s Bride: Love, Lies, and Leverag⁠e?⁠” T‌he article‌ had my n⁠ame in bol‍d letters. It‍ c⁠alled me a myster⁠y‍ wo‌man with no social backgr‌ound, a po‌ssible p‌aw‌n in a strateg‍ic‍ marriage, and worst o‌f all — it ques‌tioned if I h⁠ad “married into luxu‍ry” fo‌r money.

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.

“This isn’t a joke. I’m offering you ten million dollars to marry me. And before you ask, no, I’m not insane.” “Ten million,” he said flatly. “Five to invest, five to transform. Clothes, car, apartment—whatever it takes to look like a billionaire’s wife. I’m not marrying someone who looks like she’s struggling to survive. You’ll stand beside me, not beneath me. Understood?” My throat dried. I wasn’t sure which part hit harder—the money or the insult. That was it. I stood up abruptly, startling Julian. He stayed seated, eyeing me cautiously.

"Alex, but this is too much. I only asked for a little help and you are overdoing this. How else do you want me to thank you? This is too much. It is even bigger than what I expected" "I know. Even if it's still going to be much, keep the remaining change. You need a classic wedding. The billionaire cannot just be the best Man at a low-class wedding. You know what I mean. Do you know what it means for a billionaire to be your best man? That wedding is already special" "Yes, I understand"

But a feeling of nervousness still lingers in his mind. Have the idea of a “runaway bride”? A very thought that made him smirk. Surely, she wouldn’t dare of doing that. It would be very unlikely. They love each other very much. This is the biggest event of his life. No one will ruin this. No one. It is an event that costs a billion dollars. Only the elite people who are known in the society were invited to such extravagant weddings of the century. A wedding between a famous physician and a daughter of a known family owning a business monopoly.