Runaway Billionaire Becomes My Groom Cast Novels & Stories

he said smiling at me before stretching his hand as he got up nearing me. I was being swept away into marriage by a rich billionaire in his luxurious limo. The man has bodyguards waiting for him outside plus a chauffeur. This was the life most girls dream of. A rich, handsome man declares his love and you are head over heels in love, you marry, have children live in a mansion happily ever after.

I inquired as he return my phone. “Why? Don’t you like to marry your handsome billionaire?”He uttered in his confident tone and slightly raising his two brows like he’s trying to say something that I can’t able to comprehend. “Seriously?” “Which church?” He stated then start the engine of the car. “You’re freaking mad! I don’t wanna get marry like this! I want to have a romantic, an expensive and luxurious wedding where the world can see me shinning brighter than I’m in the runway or in the camera. Gosh I wanted to-“

"You don't need to look that shocked. I need to get married. My bride just ditched me. I need a bride and I want you to be my bride. I'm ready to pay anything." She suddenly looked disgusted. She had expected his condescending pride. One she knew most billionaires inevitably had. But she was disgusted he sounded so sure money was just enough to convince her. "I don't need your money. What d'you think I am? What d'you take me for? A bride on sale?" He scratched his head regretfully. "I didn't mean it like that..." "Of course you didn't," she cut in sarcastically.

“No. Absolutely not.” No one had even said her name yet. “I am not marrying some stranger,” she said, her voice rising. “Especially not that man.” My aunt frowned. “Lower your voice.” “You’ve heard the rumors!” my cousin snapped. “He’s disfigured. He wears a mask. People say he beats women. You expect me to marry that?” My uncle scoffed. “You’re being dramatic.” “I’m being realistic,” she shot back. “Why would I ruin my life like that? Do you know what people say about him?”

she said, voice precise, measured. Freeda took it, The headline sprawled across a gossip site, over a glossy photo of Scott stepping from her building the night before: Billionaire Rival Baley Moves In as Rejected Bride Spirals. Winnie, leaning against the filing cabinet, let out a low, vicious laugh. “Spirals again. These people need a new vocabulary.” Kris reached for the page, lips flattening after a quick skim. “They made him look like a savior. You look like a mess.”

"It says here, 'Byron Pomeroy, who has already made a successful comeback from near-bankrupcy this year, had another hidden ace up his sleeve. The Chipfairies movie proves this billionaire hasn't lost his touch after all'. It's all very complimentary." "Sure, even though Byron doesn't deserve it," Emily replied. They sat on the outdoor patio of a cafe, enjoying the glow of the summer sun. Pam's belly had the rounded look of pregnancy, but she still carried on working and meeting up with friends as always, and she looked in the peak of health. "What did we say about giving billionaires a chance?" Pam chided. "So he didn't set out to make a great film, but somehow it got made. The guy deserves

Especially him. Damian Blackwood. The man I am supposed to marry. A billionaire whose name made tycoons tremble. Cold, ruthless, untouchable. I had seen the way he looked at me during our brief engagement meetings—like I was just another piece of asset, another acquisition. And I refuse to be bought. The curtains lifted. Applause rolled through the crowd. One by one, we glided onto the stage, gowns shimmering under the lights. Each of us masked, each mysterious, each promised to the highest bidder for the sake of “charity.” My turn came all too soon. My heels clicking like gunshots against the polished floor.

Leo said haughtily. Geraldine rolled her eyes. David cleared his throat. “All right, we’ll wait, but I have it on very good authority that she isn’t here yet. Isn’t she supposed to get dressed here like Blake?” “Yes. I’m sure she’s here,” Brad reiterated. “Me, Leo and . . . who else?” he asked as he looked at Leo. “Bonnie, Sally, and grandmother.” “Grandmother!” they shouted. “Shh! You want every single guest to hear that the groom’s own family placed a bet on the future of his marital status,” Leo hissed.

He arched an eyebrow and inquired, "What's up, G? You two know each other?" Tony smirked and added, "The poor woman looked like she had seen a ghost. I'm a hundred per cent sure you know each other." Graham shoved his hands into his pockets to stop himself from taking out a cigarette to smoke his stress away. His jaw clenched as he replied through gritted teeth, "Yeah... she's my runaway bride."

“It’s a new project that we got after the bombastic wedding that you organized for Gianna and Joshu. The bride is a supermodel and her groom is a billionaire, and they want us to take care of their wedding after their previous wedding planner got hospitalized after running into a car accident.” “Oh.” “Now, if you have all the answers, please, I beg you to pack your bags.” “Ok.” I left but should have asked a lot more questions, as standing in California wasn’t something I expected to do at that moment.