If You Give A Billionaire A Bride Novels & Stories

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.

“I mean, you don’t expect me to get married to you without getting anything from it.” “Okay, I will give you three million naira after I get my inheritance, I divorce you and you go your way.” “You make it sound so simple to do, this is your life we are talking about. What will people say?” “They will say the same thing if I get married to a stranger, they will even say worse.” Duke is still not convinced that this will end well. Threatening him should work. “If you refuse to marry me, I’ll get someone else. After all, it’s easy for me to get anyone to marry me, right?”

“From what I’m seeing, he’s doing right by you despite the contract thingy. That’s enough.” Something about that rubbed me the wrong way instantly. “Doing right by me?” I echoed. “Yeah,” he said, like it was obvious. “Val, listen, this is an opportunity. You’d be crazy not to take advantage of it.” I stilled. “What do you mean?” “I mean,” he leaned forward slightly, his tone shifting, becoming more serious, more… insistent, “you’re married to a billionaire. A freaking billionaire. Do you know what that means?” I didn’t answer.

Silas didn’t react. That silence again. It always came back to silence with him. Like he used it more than words. I shook my head. “I just buried my father. I lost everything in a day. And now you’re standing in a locked mansion talking about marriage like it’s a contract renewal.” His eyes didn’t move away from mine. “It is a contract,” he said calmly. My chest tightened. He reached toward the desk and slid a document forward. Not rushing. Not forcing. Just placing it where I could see it.

“Hell, no. I heard enough. First off, I have more important things to do than be a mail order bride. Second, we don’t really care for each other, and your family would pick that up in a moment. Third, we are not even close friends, which negates me from owing you any favors. Surely, you have some lovely young thing just begging for the opportunity to shine in this role?” Tony held back a groan. Did he really think this would be easy? “Actually, that’s why you will be perfect for the job. I need someone who won’t get any strange ideas. Anyway, I’m not seeing anyone at the moment.” “What if I am?” “Are you?” She pulled back. The temptation to lie glimmered in those eyes, then cleared. “No. But

Evelyn asked softly. "Partially," Benedict admitted. "My condition must remain a secret for now. The vultures are already circling, waiting for any sign of weakness. Marriage to you would provide me with a trusted partner who could be my eyes in the business world, while giving you the protection and freedom you deserve." "And what exactly would this partnership entail?"

We've seen an increase in young ladies, all huddled up together and giggling over their phones, excited about something. "What's going on?" I ask Stephanie, watching a table filled with this group of young women, talking to themselves. "Oh, you don't know?" "Don't know what?" "There's a weird post breaking the internet lately. A billionaire had requested a mail-order bride." I raise my brow. "In this day and age?" "I know right?" Stephanie giggles. "Couldn't he just go to Tinder or something? Well, according to the post, interested participants should send in their applications."

"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.

People would think because I married a billionaire and appeared on TV, then I was suddenly a billionaire too. "That's not true. I plan on giving you part of the payment tonight and then I'll try and pay the rest by next week." I said in a pleading tone. "Why don't you ask your billionaire husband for help? I'm sure he wouldn't want his wife to be thrown out on the streets." He said with a cunning smile. "I can't- do that." I shuttered, not knowing how to explain to him that I wasn't Allen's real bride, I was just a substitute.

The thought of both of them smiling at each other, holding their hands as they said their vows before thousands of equally rich people… I didn’t even belong there. If a billionaire was fucking getting married, there was no way I would belong among the crowd of people that would be invited. It was a fucking island, the only way anyone would be able to reach an island would be to use a fucking helicopter, and I doubted Benjamin would invite anyone who didn’t own one. I could imagine them just taking a sip of some expensive wine, the name in some French cursive that was too long to pronounce, their eyes skittering across my outfit that was my best to pass of anywhere, judging me.