My Stand-in Groom Is A Secret Tycoon Novels & Stories

CAELUM My heart wouldn't stop pounding in my chest at Ryker's crazy plans. I tried to keep my expression blank, and focus on the task at hand. Camera flashes fell against my face, lots of media personalities were covering what they called ‘yet another suicide bride’. We were currently in the massive villa reserved for the wedding preparations. The guards seemed to have tripled. Howard's people aside, the Lachlan bastard brought more men to ensure everything was done according to the book. Which in turn makes my mission harder by a hundred degrees.

JAKE’s POV I’ve signed billion, dollar deals without blinking. I’ve stood in rooms where men waited for me to speak like their lives depended on it. But standing in the garden that morning, dressed in a simple tailored suit, waiting for Chloe, my bride, my wife, I was shaking. Tyler noticed. Of course he did. “You look like you’re about to face a firing squad,” he muttered. “I feel like I’m about to be given a second life,” I replied. He smiled, clapped my shoulder. “Then don’t screw it up.”

You won’t be laughing in a minute. Suddenly, a deep voice rolled through the hall. “I want to thank you all for joining us tonight to celebrate the engagement of my grandson, Damian, to Miss Aria Vale. But before we continue, I have an important announcement!” Heads turned toward the stage where Elder Lucian Cross stood straight-backed and sharp-eyed. “My eldest grandson, Damian Cross… is now the new head of the Cross Consortium!”

The simplicity of it shook her. “I won’t pretend this is romantic,” he added. “It’s strategic. Dangerous. Complicated.” He stepped closer, voice lowering. “But it’s also real. And I refuse to leave you exposed while the world sharpens its knives.” Amara closed the file slowly. “You’re asking me to marry you in secret,” she said. “To become your wife… without anyone knowing.” “Yes.” “And if I say no?” Dante met her gaze steadily. “Then I’ll protect you anyway. I’ll stand beside you anyway.”

“Did anyone see you leave?” He laughed and wrapped his arms around me again, twirling me around effortlessly before he placed me down. “This is ridiculous, babe. I have to sneak out at night to see my own wife-to-be. But yeah, someone did see me leave the hotel… but don’t worry, it was Adonis, that creepy fucker, I have no idea why he keeps working out in the dead of the night when normal people should be asleep. He’s not going to tell anyone that I left, because out of all my groomsmen, he really knows how to keep a secret.” My heart started to ache a little when Neil mentioned his name.

he chuckles as he cuts into his T-bone, drenched in garlic butter sauce. "I'm not letting my best mate have a tame-ass party! I planned it, and he will definitely not behave," Tristan chirps on the other side of me. I put my hands on my hips, playing around. "Hanny, tell them you're going to behave tonight!" My brother shrugs his shoulders, trying to look innocent. "Hey, I gotta give the people what they want. I'm the groom-to-be, so naturally I'm going to lap up all of the attention. Which of course includes a lap dance."

"And that makes me the perfect wife… how?" "Because I don’t need a real wife," he said smoothly. "I need a contract wife. Someone who won’t fall in love, and who will do exactly what I say and walk away when it’s over. No strings. No complications." "And what do I get in return?"I asked curiously. "I’ll clear your father’s name,"He said. "Excuse me?" My voice lowers like a whisper. "I know what happened to your father, I know he was framed. I also know that the people who did it are too powerful for you to fight alone."

Once all eyes were on him, he looked to the groom as he said, "Well, Robert, I know you had to promise there wouldn't be strippers or p**n here tonight, not that I mind in the least since our preferences for both are not exactly compatible." Brandon allowed the other men a chuckle, as he smiled teasingly. His friends all knew he and Matthew were gay and none of them cared. They had all been friends since middle school at the latest and Mathew and his sexual preferences had been known since then as well. Glancing at Matthew and winking to his best friend, before turning back to the groom and continuing, "However, I have acquired a recently enslaved young man that I believe will entertain us q

“I’m Tyrian.” “Hi, Tyrian. I’m Isadora.” “You have a beautiful name.” “Thanks. Are you a companion of the bride’s or the groom’s?” He escorted her onto the move floor. “I went to school with the groom. You?” “Bride’s.” Enough little conversation. They worked their way into the crowd of artists and Isadora imitated what another lady was doing, uncertain how to really move quick without showing up to have a seizure. Tyrian was a superb accomplice. He remained near and never broke eye contact. He had a pleasant grin and straight teeth. Everything was going extraordinary until the music changed and couples collaborated off for a moderate song.

she gushed in obvious awe. As for Stephan, his attire was not less hypnotic, his black tuxedo oozing delightful sophistication and elegance. The cloth sparkled against the light, perfectly tailored to follow his every muscle. The darkness of his mask resembled the slim lines of his design, contributing to the element of mystery and fascination.