Proxy Bride Of The Billionaire Novels & Stories

she looked at Damien in disgust causing him to mentally screamed before leaving the room. “Now I’m listening,” she posed and looked at him with a bit of attention. “I was in huge debt with a lot of bad people. They caught up with me and beat me up leaving me on the road. The young billionaire Damien found me and helped me,” he started off, while mia paid lesser attention immediately after the name Damien flung out of his mouth.

Third Book in the Billionaire Series. My Marriage is a Contract. Messed with my Arrogant Boss. The Billionaire’s Hidden Legacy "I don’t want to work for you. What if I refuse?" She asked and Lucas chuckled. "That, my dear, is not an option," Lucas replied as he dropped a pen on the file. "Sign it, or you can say goodbye to ever working,” he reminded her. Kiandra Aidan's life gets turned upside down when she gets drugged and has a one-night stand with a handsome stranger who turns out to be none other than a dangerous billionaire, Lucas Valencia and gets pregnant with his child.

“Yep. I suppose your brother told you about our situation.” “Not exactly. What I really want to know is how you two met.” She sounds like a little school girl. “Oh, gosh. Do I give you the PG version that I’m saving for when Liam asks me that very same question one day, or the truth?” I ask. I feel like I can be myself with her, and I slowly let my defenses down. “Roughly six years ago I responded to a Craigslist ad looking for a surrogate. I was desperate for money at the time because my brother needed lifesaving surgery. There was one catch,” I say.

Theo had always refused proposals, but this time the amount of money that was offered was so huge, he just couldn't refuse. "Kristof is a fine man. Wealthy, kind, generous, and somehow willing to marry a disobedient brat like you." "A fine man? Do you know what the people in town say about him? How can I marry someone like that? Mother,tell him! Tell him I can't and I won't do it!" Spencer referred to her mother, screaming. Her mother desperately looked at her. She had tears in her eyes and her lower lip was trembling, but she couldn't talk back to her husband because she also knew they had more children to take care of. So she said nothing.

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

She retorted. “Did I? Mum was at the wedding when she had no business there. Then, Doctor Conrad arrived at the manor superfast, almost as if he had been waiting. Conveniently, you were dropped at the manor when Killian was about to marry another woman. These aren’t accusations. I merely stated facts.” Bethany hadn’t expected her plans to be exposed easily. She came to taunt her brother and possibly manipulate him into giving her some money but she was stunned by the change of events.

Maybe it was time I stood up for myself. “Sapphire…” my mum muttered softly. While on the other hand, my dad looked like his mind had been made up and there was nothing that could make it change it back. I am quite aware of what was going on. Our company was swimming in debt and the debtors started to threaten to collect the company from my family. He didn’t want that, so he approached the PRESTON family and in return, they asked for Emerald’s hand in marriage. This was not something I was told. It was something I heard and stumbled upon on my own.

"For all I know, you could be a serial killer or maybe even worse." "Mason," he said quickly. "My name's Mason. I'll buy you a house, a car, a private jet, just tell me what you want." He begged. "You're not going to spend the rest of your life with me just a few weeks until my fiance arrives." "So you're asking me to be a substitute bride?" "Exactly." I can't believe I'm even considering this. The offer was undeniably tempting. I have nothing to lose, by the way, so it's worth the risk. If I'm married, my mom can't force me to marry that old man.

"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