Proxy Bride Of The Billionaire Novels & Stories

"I don't have time for sentimental relationships. This is purely business. You need money; I need marital status. A win-win." Hazel felt her body tremble. All of this was too absurd to digest in one night. Theo narrowed his eyes, as if reading the doubt on Hazel's face. "The consideration is simple, Miss Gabriella. I pay all your mother's hospital bills. In return, you become my wife for a year." For several seconds, Hazel couldn't say anything. Those words echoed in her mind, blurring both her logic and fear. "So... what's your decision?" Theo added coldly, as if Hazel's answer was merely a formality that wouldn't change his decision.

“Hello? I’m completely lost here, Trinity.” She scooted closer to me, with a dead serious expression on her face. “You are newly pregnant. And there is a billionaire who wants a surrogate, to carry his baby. The money, benefits and allowances he is willing to pay the woman who will do that is enough to make her a filthy rich millionaire for life.” She placed a hand on my thigh. “You can be the surrogate. I will make the paperwork convincing. That baby you want to abort, will become his. And you instantly become rich.” I stared speechlessly.

were the words and actions that made me clear my mother's hospital bills and other expenses at home before leaving them with an excuse – ‘I'm going to work for the money I got’. I got to the altar and my saliva dried up on its own on seeing the billionaire,throat sore god's had to wait for this very moment. He was looking so perfect in the expertly tailored suit on him and the pomade hairstyle allowed his cuteness to scream out itself. “You may now unveil your bride” the priest's words came, interrupting my thoughts and immediately, the billionaire raised my veil, allowing me to have a clearer view of his perfect looks. Our gazes locked for a while and I felt my heart skip a thousand beats a

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."

The news of the "Le Brione Union" hit the social media stratosphere like a lightning bolt. Within twenty-four hours of Garette’s concession in his father’s sunroom, the headlines were everywhere. “The Billionaire Shark Off the Market,” screamed one digital tabloid. “Atty. Garette Le Brione to Marry Father’s Private Nurse in Shocking Twist,” read another.

There was no way they had found out unless someone told them but was that the case or was I being paranoid? I took another breather, and the grip on my dad's arm tightened. I decided to lift my head, my gaze going straight to the altar where my future husband was waiting but my breath hooked in my throat and my eyes widened at the sight before me. I nearly halted, unable to move forward but my dad gave a little tug on my arm, pulling me forward till I was at the altar, Dad finally let go of my hand and went to his seat while I stood in front of him, Mr. Rodriguez, the youngest Billionaire. However, Mr. Rodriguez was in a wheelchair while my heart dropped to my stomach. To be continued...!

"When my mom came earlier, I was pissed off. But actually, her reaction gave me an idea. A solution to both our problems." "And that solution is?" "Marry me." The words hung in the air like two inflated balloons. "What?" Anna asked, open-mouthed. "Hear me out." Lewis held up his hand. "It will be a contract marriage. I'll take care of your mother's medical bills and provide for your upkeep. In return, you'll help convince my mother we're happily married." Anna's mind went blank, as if strong waves crashed against it. "You can't be serious." "I'm dead serious," he said, and he looked it.

My father made some bad investments and now, his wife has taken matters into her own hands to marry me off to a scary billionaire. Does she even care for my well being or was it all about keeping her fancy jewelries and Birkin bags? “The wedding will take place in a week’s time,” The billionaire announced. “A week?” Mother echoed. “That is not enough time to prepare.” “It is when you can pay people to speed up the process for you. Tell me what you want and I will find the best people in the country to get it done.” His voice bounced off the walls and vibrated my eardrums. A week. My life was being snatched from my fingers like a sharp object in the prying fingers of a kid. And I had no choic

He was used to seeing changes in the attitude of the billionaire owner of a venture company known for his astuteness in business and investment. Yes, he is Gerald Zeroround—the owner of a multinational venture company with unimaginable wealth. The young billionaire is predicted to be the successful businessman of the century. A handsome man full of charm who is still single at thirty-two. Or it could have ended his bachelor life in hours if his prospective bride hadn't disappeared like the news they were receiving.

The Billionaire Cheated Bride (Broken series book 2) by Diana Wolfe Elizabeth T. Sharma, a bastard of the rich and famous but bankrupt Carrington family was left with no other option but to marry one of the most wealthiest bachelor in America to save her late mother's foundation. She would never in a millions years imagine that her so called enemy turn fiancé would be a gorgeous mix blood with chiselled Greek feature and dimples to die for. Too bad his personality sucks.