Novel & Cerita Proxy Bride Of The Billionaire

The stranger who was somehow going to make all her pain disappear. And it begins.... Raya Bridges stood in the midst of the large crowd completely frozen with a dinner tray in her hand. She was unsure of what to do or say. What was supposed to be just another day at work had gone very unexpectedly. “My dear, please consider my offer, marry my son Raphael.” Fredrick Renolds said again. “Uhm… Uhm… I… I” Raya stuttered. The whole scenario felt so surreal to her, she could not understand why Fredrick Renolds who happened to be the wealthiest man in West Hartford would want her as his daughter in-law.

I begged. He held my hand, and thought for a while. “I think I know a way, but I doubt you'll like it.” I would take anything. If he wanted me to be his slave, I would. “Tell me,” I said quickly. “I’ll do anything.” “You said anything,” he repeated slowly, like he was warning me. My voice remained strong. “Yes. Anything.” He leaned back and rubbed his hand over his face. “There’s a man. A billionaire. He wants a child, but not a wife. He’s looking for a surrogate. The payment is generous…more than enough to clear your debt and still leave you with enough to start over.”

my father says, stepping forward, "but this union was never meant to be a love match. It was only ever business. The fact that Xavier and your sister fell in love was only a lucky incident." "You are our only hope now. You have to get married today; you just have to," Mother said. I considered her words. I knew she was right. Without Sinclair's investment, Eldora would go bankrupt. As much as I hated to admit it, we were royally screwed if a wedding didn't take place today. Not many people knew about Kathrine's and Xavier's engagement, and the few that knew were made to sign an NDA. From what I know, that was the only condition Kathrine had when agreeing to the engagement. My taking her plac

Book 2 Is another standalone novel that also introduces new plot and characters while still maintaining The Billionaire's Contract marriage series. ************ With my aunt’s medical bills piling up, I can’t afford to say no to this payday: pretend to be a mob prince’s fiancée, plan a fake wedding, and keep my emotions out of it. Simple, right? The only hitch? I’m falling for him.

I wasn’t afraid of his anger; I was afraid of what would happen to me if I kept letting him pull me deeper into this glittering prison he called marriage. The gown fittings were the worst. Silk, lace, pearls—every fragile detail sewn carefully by trembling hands. I stood on the pedestal, staring into the mirror at the stranger who looked back. She was elegant, flawless, her body shaped by satin and boning. She was not Isabella Reyes. She was a doll, a bride-for-display, a promise wrapped in silk to appease a billionaire’s pride. Alexander made sure to attend each fitting. He would arrive without warning, the click of his shoes echoing through the studio like a drumbeat of doom.

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Dozens of no⁠tificat⁠ions, messages⁠, missed calls. And one headline that made my stomach‌ drop. “‍The Billionaire’s Bride: Love, Lies, and Leverag⁠e?⁠” T‌he article‌ had my n⁠ame in bol‍d letters. It‍ c⁠alled me a myster⁠y‍ wo‌man with no social backgr‌ound, a po‌ssible p‌aw‌n in a strateg‍ic‍ marriage, and worst o‌f all — it ques‌tioned if I h⁠ad “married into luxu‍ry” fo‌r money.

“The situation. I received word from an investor this morning. They’re only continuing negotiations if I can prove stability in my personal life.” Amara blinked. “So you need a… fake partner.” “Yes.” Her heart sank even though she’d seen it coming. “And you want that partner to be me.” Dante’s eyes lowered to her lips for a fraction of a second—so quick that she almost missed it. Almost. “Yes,” he said quietly. Amara nodded, even though her chest tightened painfully. “Fine. I’ll do it. As long as it helps pay for Chika’s treatment.” Dante’s voice softened. “It will.”

We both knew. “The marriage clause,” I said, my tone flat. “Yes. Six months to produce a bride or risk, what was it? oh yes, risk losing control of Obsidian.” Julian swirled his glass. He was enjoying this far too much. “Tell me, Tristan, how do you plan to humor that little demand? Speed-dating? Matchmaking agencies? Or shall I put in a request to the socialites of the city? I know at least six who would be on their knees before you even finished saying your name.”

“Look at you. You look so beautiful in that wedding dress. The silk fits you perfectly, and the lace… it’s really lovely. You look like a real bride.” I turned slowly to face her, my face looking tired that even the makeup couldn't hide it. “I hope you all are happy now?” She stepped closer, reaching out to adjust the veil on the wedding gown. “Sarah, sweetheart, please. I know this is difficult, but try to see the good in it. Adrian is a powerful man. You’ll live in luxury. You’ll never have to worry about money or status again. This marriage will save our family. Calm down!”