Novel & Cerita Proxy Bride Of The Billionaire

Her grandfather had wanted her father to marry into the Spencer family, but somehow her father managed to elope and marry Jane, her mother. In order to get back at her father, he had to give all of his fortune to him on the condition that his only daughter, Cassandra, get married into the same Spencer family her father neglected, else all of her grandfather's fortune will be willed to his brother. Everyone was in shock after hearing the will but her father never wasted any moment before he started arrangements. That is what led to what is happening tonight. She is meeting with the stranger she will be getting married to in a week.

She pushed the covers off and stood, ignoring the way his gaze flickered over her briefly before he turned back toward the window. “What kind of event?” she asked, arms crossed. “A charity gala. High-profile. The media will be watching closely.” Leila sighed. “And I assume you expect me to act like the perfect doting wife?” Adrian turned, smirking. “Oh, darling—I expect you to convince them.” Her stomach twisted at the way he said it. Like he already knew she would. Like he already knew he was winning. She exhaled slowly. Fine. If this was how the game was played, she would play along.

Laura, grateful for my words, smiled weakly while Susie let out a sound of displeasure and stormed off a few steps ahead of us. Sorry babe, I almost called out but held my tongue. I would make it up to her later. "It's just... When we moved to Vegas, all everyone could talk about was the new Mrs Lowell. How she rose from shame to fame. And had nothing before she scored the richest man in Vegas." Laura explained and I smiled. Of course, people thought that about me. No one knew it was a bloody contract that I had been conned into by my very own fiancee. The man whom I was going to marry! He sold me to the Lowells and went on his merry way like some fucking philistine.

I said before I continued my speech. "Ummm so I need a bride as soon as yesterday. I have drawn up a contract which states that I will marry a girl and offer her 3 million dollars and after 6 months we go our separate ways. Pretend as though nothing happened." I said, and lifted right her eyebrow in awe as I pushed the file papers across the table to her. "So, here is the contract. You're the chosen girl for me." I said and handed her the contract with a smirk and she looked dumbfounded and bewildered. Her mouth was just hanging open, speechless and in shock.

"Chill out girl, I am not pregnant. The dude scratched my bike so I went after him, I asked for payments to be made but he ignored. Then it turns out that this dude is some big shot and the pregnancy shit was the only way to get his attention." "Pregnancy, seriously that's all you could think of?" Cassie shakes her head disapprovingly. "Hey! It just came out." Cara defends herself. "Well, because of your stupidity he lost a million dollar contract worth." Cassie hands Cara her phone to check the headline that just popped up. Cara looks at the phone but her eyes glued at the heading which contains the douche's name. "Or Mr. Douche's name is Alexander Black." Cara can totally see him being nam

“I thought all the girls in the file were willing to be your wife for a fee?” "I do not know, dude, but the shock registered on her face was genuine. She had no idea about the marriage and wanted to back out when she found out. I had to threaten her or risk the possibility of being jilted once again." James laughed wholeheartedly, the sound of his mirth robbed off on Cayden. Before long, the two were chuckling together. “Poor you!. No one wants to marry a billionaire like you.” James said, compounding the blow left by Tori’s abandonment on Cayden's ego and his heart.

"I think I'm about to become a surrogate for a billionaire." Rosa's eyes widened. "Are you serious?" "Dead serious and completely terrified." "What's he like?" Elena realized she didn't even know the client's name. "I haven't met him yet. But Rosa..." She pulled out the contract. "Look at this number." Rosa whistled softly. "Holy shit, Elena. This is life-changing money." "It's Papa's life," Elena corrected. "That's all that matters." But as she lay in bed that night, Elena wondered what kind of man paid half a million dollars for a surrogate, and what he would expect from her in return.

The words hit me harder than expected. My marriage. My six-month contract. The lies. The evidence. The guilt. The fear of being discovered. I inhaled sharply and nodded. “Yes. Even me.” Because love isn’t about wealth. It’s about vulnerability. Mandy leaned forward, cracking open a can of juice. “Talk to us, babe. What did he say exactly?” Favour hesitated, then whispered: “He told me he wants a woman who mirrors his success. Someone who can ‘match his energy.’ I guess I don’t make enough money to match his new life.”

I need a surrogate for me and my wife. "A surrogate?" I blinked in confusion “Yes,” he said, his eyes sharp. "We've been unsuccessfully trying for another child for years. She has at last consented to use a surrogate and you. . ." He pointed to me. “You appear to be desperate enough to think about it." Stunned, I reclined. "Are you serious right now?" " Totally." he replied. "I'll pay for your father's treatment, pay his medical bills and give you a generous reward. But you will bear my child in exchange."

"Do you understand why you're here?" "No, actually. Your officers mentioned fraud and coercion, but I haven't done anything illegal." "That remains to be seen." She pulled out a document, my marriage contract. "Explain this." My stomach churned. "It's a marriage contract. Where did you get that?" "Answer the question, please." "It's exactly what it looks like. Alexander and I entered into a contractual marriage arrangement." "For money." "Yes. Three million dollars over two years, plus medical expenses for my mother."