If You Give A Billionaire A Bride Novels & Stories

“Can you believe it? How many people get to say that a billionaire came to their wedding?” “Not very many, I imagine,” Kat replied, letting Renee revel in the moment. Renee’s world was all about status. To her, having a billionaire at the wedding was probably as big a highlight as the actual getting married part. “It was so wonderful that he came,” Renee continued, starting to spin in her chair again as she played with the giant diamond on her finger. “Especially when he’s so busy with all the sexual harassment lawsuit stuff.”

“It sounds like a good offer, but I couldn't make a decision that would affect my life and my future baby's life so easily. You have so many choices, why me?” “I observe you very closely, you are not curious and you don't meddle in other people's affairs, that is what I need in a wife, I believe when we are together, you will not cause me any trouble.” I thought for a moment, then asked, "Why do you need a wife and a baby, you know, you're a billionaire, our world is so different, I'm afraid I'll be in danger when I become your wife.” I had heard that there were a lot of billionaires who had close ties to the mafia. Not long ago Matthew was in a car accident, heaven knows if it was a real ac

And so, with a heavy heart and a voice that threatens to betray me, I utter the words that seal our fate. "I do." As the ring slips onto my finger, I can feel the weight of it settling like a shackle, binding me to a life that is not my own. And yet, amidst the sea of unfamiliar faces and the swell of emotions, I only look for one person. The elegant lady who sat with the groom’s parents, her expression was unreadable, but her gaze was sharp, reminding me of the terms of our agreement. It was because of her that I was now privileged to wear a gown that I never thought I would, and it was because of her that I was pulled into a world that was vastly different from the one I had known all my l

Tomorrow I have three designers coming with dresses you choose the one you like and that is all you have to do. He tried to pull her back down into his arms but she stiffened, ‘You are telling me I have absolutely no say whatsoever in my wedding?’ He sat up and pulled her into his arms ‘You will be the most beautiful bride in the world Zaya, I am a billionaire I pay people to do all the work for me, you will soon be my wife so they will do everything for you too. That’s how it works in our world’ She looked away from him he would never understand how this made her feel, her fists were clenched so tightly her nails dug into her palms.

"My grandfather, William Kingsley, is a man obsessed with control. And according to his will, I can't inherit his vast fortune unless I'm married." A bewildered laugh escaped my lips. "Seriously? A billionaire can't inherit his own money because he isn't married?" "Apparently not," he said, a wry smile twisting his lips. "The old man believes in traditional values, family legacy and all that jazz." The absurdity of it all washed over me. "So, you need a wife. A fake wife, to appease your cranky grandpa and score a hefty inheritance." "Not exactly a wife," he corrected, his gaze locking with mine. "The contract stipulates a marriage in name only. Public appearances, weekends at his estate – a

"I don't recall offering you a dime to marry me." Ava froze. Had her assumption been wrong? Was their accidental marriage really not just some warped prostitution arrangement? His expression sobered, suddenly earnest. "I hate to break it to you, wife, but you wanted all of this. Me, my world, my life as a wayward billionaire bride." His words clung to every sumptuous inch of his godlike physique, dripping with arrogant male ownership over her life. It suddenly felt impossible to breathe in this abruptly small hallway. Ava spun away, denial and rage clawing at her.

I shrugged, “ I never knew he had done so much, he gave me a tip but they own this estate, what do you think is the possibility of me ever meeting him? I don't even know what to think or believe right now.” “ That has to be the reason why his mannerism is perfect, he is the most eligible single billionaire in Switzerland, and he is single. Everyone has tried to throw himself at him, but it just doesn't work.”Genevieve recounted. “ Well, it seems he has a type.” I couldn't help but blurt it out because what was I to say at the moment. “ Pregnant women obviously because I am pregnant.” “ That has me shocked, I don't even know what to say, are you sure no one has gotten the clip about this? The

But his next words stopped me in my tracks. “I can’t give you two million dollars, but I know someone who can give you more,” he said casually. I turned back to him, intrigued despite my anger. “Who?” “Well, there’s a rich billionaire in town who happens to be looking for a wife.” “And so?” I asked, growing tired of his games and antics. “What does that have to do with me?” “Well, he’s not that okay…” Donnie said, waving his hands in a dismissive manner, “he has some bit of, actually never mind.”

My mother had insisted on staying in Seattle until after the ceremony before flying to Switzerland, and seeing her in the front row weak but smiling, tears in her eyes almost broke me. This is for her, I reminded myself. Everything is for her. Then the music started, and everyone stood, and I walked down the aisle on my father's arm toward the man who would be my husband in a matter of minutes. Alexander stood at the altar in a perfectly tailored black tux, and when our eyes met, something passed between us. Understanding, maybe. Shared sacrifice. Or maybe just mutual acknowledgment of the insanity we were both agreeing to. He looked nervous, I realized. Alexander Knight, billionaire CEO who

The words hit me harder than expected. My marriage. My six-month contract. The lies. The evidence. The guilt. The fear of being discovered. I inhaled sharply and nodded. “Yes. Even me.” Because love isn’t about wealth. It’s about vulnerability. Mandy leaned forward, cracking open a can of juice. “Talk to us, babe. What did he say exactly?” Favour hesitated, then whispered: “He told me he wants a woman who mirrors his success. Someone who can ‘match his energy.’ I guess I don’t make enough money to match his new life.”