If You Give A Billionaire A Bride Novels & Stories

I said to her. " Get up child, you have guest's. " She said with a smile. " I do?" I asked her with a surprised face. " Yes, Alexander sent in some people to help you get easy for the wedding. "She said with a smile. " I can't believe that my baby girl is finally getting married to a billionaire... all of our problems are going to be history." She said with a smile. " Yes and I finally get you that house you wanted, in a matter of hours we will be filthy rich... I can't tell you how glad I am that we are going to be able to finally settle our bills. " I said to her.

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.

“And this has to do with me?” “I want you to marry me.” The café seemed to tilt. She laughed. Loudly. “That’s insane.” He reached into his coat and placed a folded document on the table. A check. Her laughter died. The amount made her dizzy. Half a million dollars. “I’ll cover your mother’s medical bills,” he said. “All of them. Immediately. The rest is yours.” Her hands trembled. “You don’t even know me.” “I don’t need to.” “That’s supposed to convince me?”

He'd told her with his usual care free grin. "Just because I'm marrying you, doesn't mean I can't get things for myself. I've lived on my own so far and can do so in the future regardless of the fact who my husband is." She'd shot right back, titling her chin up at him. He'd stared at her, looking exasperated before looking up at the roof of the car they were sitting inside. Turning his head towards her, he'd explained patiently, "Not that I'm bragging or anything, but you're going to be marrying a billionaire. Once we're out in the public as a couple, the media will scrutinize your every move starting from the way you act around others right down to the kind of shoes you wear and I don't wa

Maybe all of these aches will go away. He was Nicholas Michealson, and he wasn’t supposed to bow to anyone. Three times richest man according to Forbes and the CEO of a chain of multi-billion dollar restaurants, he shouldn’t be scared of a mere woman. Not just any woman, the one who broke his heart and reduced him to nothing. She made him crave her love till money meant so little to him, and all he wanted was to be wrapped in her arms. No woman would do that to him and go scot-free. He had the power to do and Undo.

I said boringly. "You don't know how great it is. Guess who this crazy business deal has made a fucking billionaire?" "A billionaire?" "Yes! It would've taken years to achieve this but due to the fact I got married to you and the old man really liked you when I was explaining a bit of our love story, he fell in love with you too, as a daughter, not like I do." He clarified and I chuckled. "Aren't I such a blessing?" I smirked, feeling excited for him.

Vivian felt that Dominic was finally paying attention to her. "Ah, that's right. My knitter sent you that birthday present. She left early because she wasn't feeling well. Besides, she also wants me to thank you for helping her son." "Hydrangea?" Dominic took the bouquet from Vivian's hand. He is a billionaire, his friends are all rich people, so Dominic rarely receives such a simple gift. Except for his close friends who sent him gifts privately, everyone else didn't give him gifts, simply because they thought Dominic was too rich and he lacked nothing.

His band's tour had finally come to an end as he was preparing for his six month hiatus and his apartment was ready, just in time for him to move in. I knew that many of my friends from both our high school days and college days would be in attendance, and I knew that the news of me marrying a very powerful man had spread around, so I knew I had to look and play the role of a billionaire's wife. I sighed “this new life is surely an exhausting and tiring one”. “I wonder why he decided to invite our old classmates to his housewarming party. I would ask him when I got there”, I said to myself.

The clash was too shocking and surprising. He raised his voice, but still controlled. “now Listen carefully. I’m giving you a choice.” He pulled out a business card from his pocket and slid it straightly across the counter. It felt cold. Heavy. “Marry me. Sign a contract. Fourteen months. You’ll be entitled to three million dollars. No feelings. No attachment. Power and total control only.” What! I blinked at the card again and again, as though it were some dead joke which can never come Alive.