Proxy Bride Of The Billionaire Novels & Stories

Pulling at his shirt's sleeves, he lets his gaze wander on my body. "Let's sleep together then. I'm a pretty busy man. I don't have the time to go on a hundred dates." He sexily runs a hand through his hair. "And it's not like my answer to wanting to marry you will change after a hundred dates." He straightens his back to take a better look at me. "I like you, and the way you were checking me out earlier, I can say you feel the same. And let me tell you, I'm capable, wealthy, handsome, and well-established. Then why shouldn't we get married?" I'm unexpectedly out of words since he's making valid points. I lick my lips, not knowing what to say. I exhale as I come up with something that makes

Our social circle rarely cross because the Blackwoods were old money, my family was new money. Kian Blackwood, the youngest billionaire in New York,the most eligible bachelor and the most influential man in the city was standing in front of me, proposing a contract marriage. I didn't know whether to feel blessed or cursed. Blessed because a billionaire just expressed his intentions to marry me. Just associating with the Blackwood is like hitting a jackpot. Cursed, because I don't understand why he would want me to agree to that kind of arrangement. What if it's something illegal or harmful? You can't always trust these billionaires.

I was left with no choice, if only I hadn't been kidnapped, I wouldn't be here in the first place but rather, home, reeling in my step mother's torments. Where I had rather been than here. With these maniacs. "You may kiss the bride." That was the part I looked towards the priest, wishing he'd one way or the other denounce the statement but it never came. After all, it was Nikolai Romano— New York's youngest billionaire, they must do what he wants. Moreover, kissing a stinking rich like him was a chance to come in a lifetime, but that doesn't dispute the fact he's an asshole.

She forced herself to scroll through the social media posts, each caption more infuriating than the last. “A Love Story for the Ages—Theodore Thatcher Marries Nadia Rostova in an Intimate Ceremony” “The Business World’s Most Eligible Bachelor is Officially Off the Market” “Meet Mrs. Thatcher—The Stunning Bride Who Captured the Billionaire’s Heart” Sheena’s jaw clenched so hard it hurt. Captured his heart? Bullshit. This was a game. A twisted, unfair game. Without wasting another second, she pressed the call button. The phone rang once. Twice.

“You’ve already had your hair done?” “Joemar had a stylist brought in for me.” “That’s Joemar Soriano?” one of the bridesmaids asked. “The billionaire?” “We saw the yacht out on the water and looked it up,” another one said. I guess the cat is out of the bag. “That’s Joemar Soriano, yes. He hired me to be his surrogate. And… we’re kind of dating.” “He’s your plus one?” Carly asked, surprised. XXX

Adrian’s phone buzzed. Unknown number. His grip tightened as he answered. “Where is she?” A low chuckle came through the speaker. “Straight to the point. I like that.” Adrian’s patience was razor-thin. “I won’t ask again.” The man on the other end sighed. “If you want your precious bride back, you’ll have to pay. One hundred million dollars. Cash. No police, no games.” Adrian’s jaw clenched. “And if I refuse?”

"Married already? That's rich. Who's the poor fool you managed to trap?" I ignored her taunt, standing tall. "That's none of your concern." “It is my concern,” my father snapped, his voice rising. “You think getting married like this changes anything? You’re still reckless and impulsive! Who is this man? Is he some gold digger looking to leech off your inheritance?” I swallowed hard, steadying my voice. “His name is Adrian Lioyd. And unlike James, he’s a man of integrity.” Sabrina laughed, the sound sharp and mocking. “Integrity? We’ll see about that. Let’s meet this so-called husband of yours. If he even exists.”

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.

“Tell me who he is and why he chose me as his wife.” She stood petrified in front of me, as if she didn’t know what to say, but I wouldn’t let her get away before she answered all my questions. “I don't understand why he chose you as his wife,” her voice came out shaky and slurred, “but Mr. Gregory is the heir to a multi-billion dollar empire. He needs a wife to take over the family business.” “Billionaire?” I whispered, and it was as if my strength went out like a balloon. ”I married a billionaire?”

Alice pleaded, wondering if she had fallen into the hands of a vampire prince or perhaps a mafia ruler, as she had read about in books. "your worst nightmare" "What?" "My name is Arnold Hawthorne, and I am the CEO and heir to the Hawthorne corporate empire. I won't say this again, so pay attention. You are going to be my surrogate bride because I am the youngest billionaire in Country B and beyond and nobody can escape my vengeance. You will become the mother of my heir." Arnold murmured inanely and in a detached manner. seated across from her on the bed. How come?" Alice was taken aback by his statements and gasped.