Romans & histoires My Stand-in Groom Is A Secret Tycoon

Brandon screamed as he rushed up the stairs, his thunderous footsteps echoed through the two storey penthouse, he burst through the door "out! Before you find my secret stash" He continued "Secret stash? What secret stash? " Tyler asked clearly amused by his best friend "If I tell you it won't be a secret anymore now, will it? " He asked with sass "Spill for a pack of Costa biscuits" I bargained His eyes lit up and I knew he wouldn't reject my offer " My secret stash is filled with belongings of celebrities I'd fuck if given the opportunity, now give me Costa " He rushed out in one breath

“The country club. It’s a free place for billionaires, and the paparazzi won’t only be there for you. They’ll be for other people there, but you will be the main focus of the day. I’ll send in my assistant, and he will go through all the details of what needs to be done, what you need to wear, and all of that stuff. We will have you registered and that should be all.” But I shook my head. “The less people know about our involvement in whatever scam and fraud marriage we have, the better. You bringing assistants in this is not a good idea.” Adam thought about it before nodding. “Fine. No problem. You’re right. No assistants. Just the three of us doing all of this together. I need to make some

This ceremony is only private with their friends and the three main bodyguards who knew about this mate bond. Connor and Jammie are standing near Devlin who is dressed in a black tuxedo looking handsome as ever. Both Connor and Jammie are laughing at this impatient groom who is tapping his feet on the poor tiles continuously. But, all three caught their breath when they saw the bride walking down the stairs.

"Can I see the suit? Move the camera closer!" He immediately swerved the phone away, a wicked glint in his eyes. "Absolutely not. Tradition, Rhea. You don't see the groom until he’s waiting for you at the altar." "Alaric! That’s for the dress, not the suit!" I protested, pouting at the screen. "Come on, just a peek. Is it black? Midnight blue? Dark emerald?" Why was I even mentioning dark colours when I clearly saw something lighter? "It’s a secret," he hummed, clearly enjoying my frustration. "If I show you now, I won't get to see that look of pure shock and adoration on your face when you walk down the aisle."

Max’s POV The perfect groom. That was the mask I wore as I stood at the altar, hands folded in front of me, exuding the effortless confidence everyone expected from Maxwell Hollandale. The cameras were flashing, the crowd was watching, and the priest’s voice droned on, each word blending into the next. But beneath it all, my thoughts were elsewhere. I had been playing this game for so long—pretending, charming, deceiving—that even now, standing in front of a hundred people pledging myself to Sienna, it almost felt like second nature.

And Adrian— Adrian stood near the far wall. Not in his suit. In a tuxedo. Black jacket, sharply tailored. Crisp white shirt. Silk lapels that caught the light when he moved. A stylist stood close, adjusting his cuffs, straightening his collar. He stared past her shoulder, jaw tight, posture rigid. This wasn’t the composed executive. This wasn’t the man who controlled rooms with silence. This was a groom. The realization hit me with such force I had to steady my breathing. He didn’t look at me at first.

My palm clenched due to annoyance at these two guards. "We'll let you in if you're with someone older than you. Call someone you know and come here." I have no intention of telling my Uncle Millano right now about the money that is in my pass book right now. I'll say it too when I finish updating it. I want this to be a secret so who can help me now? I saw a man came out from inside and we were about the same age. He was wearing an ID and I read this manager on his ID so I quickly approached him.

“My parents clamp down on my money like I’m some kind of criminal. Just because one of their friends’ sons gambled and another one got into drugs, they think I’ll do the same if they don’t control me. I’m completely innocent collateral damage!” He’d been so restricted he didn’t even dare pursue the girl he liked. And now she’d become his aunt by marriage. “Your aunt doesn’t know my real identity,” Tiesto said evenly. “Don’t let it slip.” Kilian shot to his feet. “What, you’re planning to play house and then walk away? You’re unbelievable.” Tiesto briefly explained the circumstances that led to everything. “Then why not just tell her who you are?” Kilian asked.

Sometimes I can't help but feel sorry for Kendrick, he's only fourteen and he was surrounded by barbaric murderers, though they like to call themselves werewolf hunters. "I'm t-tired, Kenny. You don't have to help me, I don't want you to get into trouble anymore." I replied causing him to look at me with a sad face. "We need to try. My plan won't fail this time, come on." Kendrick insists as he walks inside the room. I can't help but frown when I noticed that he's carrying a robe. "What's that for?" I asked Kendrick with a confused face. "There's an old and stinky rogue that was guarding the front door, you need to wear this robe to mask your scent," Kendrick explained to me and handed me th

"When did you get married? Was it a secret marriage?" "Yes. So how much is your lawyer fee? My wife wants to pay you." After giving it some thought, Chris sent another message. "My wife's job is quite tiring and she doesn't earn much." Kieran was at a loss for words. He was a smart guy. When he saw Chris's message and recalled the secret marriage and how Chris and Laura were interacting, Kieran felt that Chris didn't tell Laura about his true identity. Kieran immediately understood and sent a message to Chris. "Hello, Mr. Jacobs. Our law firm is giving out a discount offer. As a lucky customer, your lawyer fee will be 100 dollars this time. I hope you can advertise our law firm for me. Thank