Proxy Bride Of The Billionaire Novels & Stories

“Never again.” The vows were simple. Honest. Real. And when they kissed, it wasn’t a revelation. It was a continuation. Some love stories begin loudly. Others survive everything first. _____________ Author’s Note Thank you for reading The Billionaire’s Proxy Bride. What began as an idea grew into something far bigger than I imagined, and the support and encouragement I’ve received along the way have meant more than I can properly put into words.Thank you for staying until the end. Thank you for believing in Lena, Damon, and Amara.

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.

“You say that like it’s a surprise.” Leila glared at him. “Let’s go over this again.” He gestured for her to continue, as if humoring her. She gritted her teeth. “Six months. We stay married for six months, and in exchange, my brother is left alone. No harm, no threats, no blackmail.” Adrian nodded. “Correct.” She continued. “We live together.” “Yes.” She inhaled slowly, forcing herself to keep reading. “There will be public appearances. Events. Interviews.” She looked up. “You expect me to play the role of the devoted wife?”

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.

"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."