Proxy Bride Of The Billionaire Novels & Stories

As Adam helped Benedict slip it onto her finger, Evelyn felt a strange mix of emotions – fear, hope, and something else she couldn't quite name. "Welcome to the family, Evelyn," Benedict said softly, bringing her hand to his lips for a gentle kiss. "I promise you won't regret this." Behind her, she heard Adam making a phone call: "Initiate Protocol Sierra. Grace Hart needs to be handled immediately." His voice was cold and professional, and Evelyn couldn't help but smile. Her stepmother was about to learn that some games were played for higher stakes than she could imagine. As she looked at her new fiancé, Evelyn wondered what the future would hold. This wasn't the fairy tale romance she'd d

I simply watched her as she unfolded her full package of jealousy. “But were you told that he is bankrupt? He is a billionaire in debt if that's what you would like to hear…” Emily unraveled while still laughing at me mockingly. “He has nothing but debts. I wish you luck in your marriage filled with debts. And yeah, more debts to incur!” I stared at Emily blankly as she left the scene. I was really unlucky. I was arranged in marriage with a pauper? Oh no! ____________________ Actually, this narrative was changed very soon. Money didn't matter to me at all.

Kaila didn't actually look into it, her fingers changing the precious stone wristband that got the morning light. "You heard me," she said, her tone isolating, as though she were remarking on the climate. "It's a straightforward plan, Cath. You wed Mike, or you're all alone." Cath flickered, her psyche hustling to make up for lost time. "You believe I should wed somebody I scarcely be aware? How could I — " She held back, acknowledgment unfolding like a savage joke. "This is about cash, right? Mike Rowling and his organization. That is what's genuinely going on with this."

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.”

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!”