Proxy Bride Of The Billionaire Novels & Stories

Hearing that, she snorted coldly and said: “Narine Corporation? Is the Corporation about to go bankrupt? Yes. Only bankrupt people would accept to marry their daughter to a disabled person, and she is an illegitimate daughter. Why did that old man agree?” “I don't know about this either.” “Okay, you go.” The woman saw that the wedding gift was only one billion. She threw the paper to the butler and leaned her head back on the massage chair. The housekeeper took the paper back and left. The woman looked at the young man in front of her again. She said: "Is everything okay at the company, son?" “Mom, don't worry. Soon, I will have Drkov Corporation. Please help me keep an eye on that cripple."

One of the men present was my lawyer, he has the legal papers,and I guess the other man was the bride's relative. I am Wilfred Donaldson,the said broke Billionaire who is at the verge of bankruptcy. I am getting married to save the face of my company. I don't need to be told, but I knew I always have this cold look which has kept people away from me. I looked down at my watch, the time was past 8, yet the bride wasn't here. Could she be the type to always look lavish and dolled up? As dangerous thoughts crossed my mind, the door was pushed open. There was no need for me to take a glance before I knew she had arrived.

I headed upstairs I froze the next minute. “We are buying a new one tomorrow.We got money from a man.A rich man .He visited this afternoon and wants you be his surrogate” “He wants an heir” “He’s in love with your bodily features” My mother dropped the bomb. “Your nose, honey” She tapped My Father's nose gently “Rylee, we are rich. He paid one hundred thousand dollars as a deposit and he promised to pay more” “Only if you accept to be his surrogate”

I said quietly. There was a pause on the other end of the line, then Natalie practically squealed with excitement. "THE BILLIONAIRE’S SUGAR BABY! Emma, do you understand what this means? This is a new beginning for you! You could live in luxury, ride the best cars, wear the best clothes. Don’t you want to make your ex beg to have you back? And what about your so-called friends who turned their backs on you? You could have it all! Doing this will change your life. It’ll change your mother’s life!"

"Who is the girl?" I asked, and he shrugged. "Would you believe that I didn't ask?" Tobin leaned back and gave him a pitiful look. "My poor boy! Her name is Layla!" I raised my brow! "Layla?" "Layla Martinez! Her father is the owner of Martinez Group in Vancouver!" I knew who they were. This marriage could give him power. It was beneficial indeed. "I heard she is a beautiful blond girl!" Kit brought it up. "Indeed, she is! You're the winner lucky *ss."

The pieces go soft and small and two of them lift off the step and into the wet street below. We stand. He offers his hand. I take it. Then his phone buzzes. He reads it. Shows me the screen without a word—a tweet, four minutes old, an account with no photo and three followers, already retweeted forty times. The truth about the Cross billionaire’s secret marriage contract — coming soon. Evelyn hasn’t waited, she already created a fake account for it. Lucien pockets the phone. Meets my eyes. “Still ready?” Behind me, the light in my parents’ apartment glows warm through the window. Ordinary. Unchanged. I turn back to him. "Drive."

he aired, waiting for my reaction. I gave none. “And even beyond the grave he still found great pleasure in tormenting us. This heiress Valentina is a married woman already, Luca,” he stated. I gave him a confused look. “I… I... don't understand. How can...” “She’s married to you …. By proxy,” he finally revealed. What? What kind of game is this? “I don't understand. What the hell does that mean?” “It means what I want is simple: find her and bring her to me. My smart father made you her proxy husband, and whoever gets her to sign those papers wins.” he smiled.

"But Charlotte has more equity than you." I blinked. “Hmm,” I muttered. “You can’t be serious.” “I needed to marry an heiress. My father wouldn’t hand over the company otherwise. With my uncle in town, he’s more cutthroat than ever.” He stepped closer. “I’m surprised you got close enough to him. To Adrian. To make him marry you.” I gave him a slow smile. Bitter. Empty. “Wow. I can’t believe you’re actually saying this out loud. Does Charlotte know?”

And after that day Matilda cut off all connections with Jerald. Matilda realized that Jerald was on the verge of losing his job when they were dating. As the personal chartered accountant to the President of the UN, she quickly ran for safety into the arms of a celebrity actor known for his iconic romantic action movies. She believed Jerald was about to lose everything, and she was not willing to be part of that. All she cared about was her career as a model and finding someone who could sponsor her lifestyle while she gathered money to travel the world—her number one life goal. “Your sister told me all you were up to. Please leave my marriage alone please I am begging you please”

I said. “You already were,” he replied calmly. “The difference is that you negotiated the price.” I took the card. Not because he told me to. But because I chose to. That night, as I lay in the unfamiliar bed, my phone buzzed. Unknown number: Congratulations on marrying into a world you don’t belong in. Another message followed. You won’t last. I stared at the screen, jaw tightening. “Watch me,” I whispered into the dark. Somewhere across the penthouse, a door clicked softly.