The Abandoned Bride Married A Tycoon Novels & Stories

She abandoned her parents and left. "Why are you lost? Don't worry; everything will be alright." Sakshi touches my shoulder, seeing me lost in my dream world. Giving her a small smile, I stepped out from the car and looked at the magnificent mansion. I look back at the main gate where the media people are standing trying to get a glimpse. I know my marriage will be the only thing on media and all thanks to marriage with Aspen, who is a multi-billionaire now.

If Grandpa hadn't vouched for him, saying the man was good and his family was well-off, I wouldn't be marrying him. I paused, then picked up the papers. The first page read: "Marriage Contract." Line after line of ridiculous clauses met my eyes. Two full pages. My fingers stopped at the last one. "If the groom fathers a child, the bride must raise it, regardless of the mother." My blood hammered in my temples. The Castillo family, yes, they were a major power in New York. My status now was that of an adopted daughter from a second-rate family. I'd expected them to set rules for me, but not ones this outrageous.

"Did you see that? The groom kissed the bride on her cheek!" "Do you think something is wrong?" "Well, there must be. Otherwise, how could the groom do this?" "I heard that the bride has no real family who could back her position. She was an adopted child but now look at her. She has become the Young Madam. Must be due to her looks." "The groom, he's a little shy." Madam Anderson glanced at the two women who kept murmuring to themselves like noisy bees with indifference. "And, the bride has always been a family to Anderson's."

“I’ve just come from one of the orphanages sponsored by the royal pack, and I’d like to know about your relationship with Abigail,” I opened the conversation and went straight to the point. “Abigail…” she murmured. “The orphanage director told me you once came to adopt a boy but changed your mind and saw me at the playground with Abigail,” I tried to jog her memory. “Yes…” she let out a sigh and began telling me of what happened back then. “Many years ago, my husband, a member of one of the mafia gangs, fell in love with me at first sight and even went so far as to reject his mate, forcing me to marry him,” she said.

She sank back against the pillows, her mind whirling with various possible scenarios. What would life be like if she married him? What would people say about their sudden engagement and class difference? In fact, everything about them was different. They were from two completely different worlds. A marriage of convenience. It went against her beliefs about love and companionship. And yet... Could she really go through with this? Tying herself to a man she barely knew, even if it was just on paper? She remembered how he calmly handled the copyright infringement. If that was any indication of his personality, he seemed to be a good person.

he asked next. My brows pulled together. “Saw what?” He lifted the remote from his desk and turned the large TV screen behind him toward me. The moment the headline appeared, I felt the floor shift. LUCIA BENNETT: THE CROOKED BRIDE OF THE GRAHAM EMPIRE? Her mugshot. Her name. Her story. Spun like some twisted PR scandal. I blinked. “What the hell is this?” “You tell me,” he said, finally looking at me. “That woman you married has the entire family name on the chopping block. You thought that wouldn’t come to light?”

"That night, it should have been you. I thought you would rage, curse, and wait for me to come back. I never imagined that…" He looked up at Brad. "I'll give Tricia back to you. I'll give everything back. Just give Charlene back to me. Let's redo the bride heist, okay?" I smiled faintly. "Nicholas, the bride heist isn't child's play. In our village, if the wrong bride gets taken, that's fate. Heaven willed me to leave with Brad, so that's what I did." I took a step back and returned to Brad's side.

The room was quiet. "My wife came into this marriage under unusual circumstances," he said. "I will not pretend otherwise. I made a contract and she signed it and we both understood what it was. What I did not understand — what I could not have predicted — is what it would become." He looked up. "What it has become is real. And I am not in the habit of abandoning real things because they are inconvenient." Gerald was looking at the table. The Zhao legal mind was writing something.

He looked after her, cared for her, and catered to her as well as he could, until that ill-fated trip. Why did my grandfather send her? The girl was already seventeen, high time she got married. Finding a good suitor in her own kingdom was a challenge, however. She was a princess! She deserved no less than a prince, or at least a duke, and not just any duke. Royal heirs are historically accustomed to selling themselves for land, for a signature on a document, for something useful for the kingdom. Actually, Grandfather would have never let my uncle marry Abigail if he'd had a choice. Their wedding happened in secret. The priest who married them was banished as far away as Torwhal Island, popu

Hinawakan ko ito "Seems I really need your help for now" I enter the inside the helicopter and start the engine. I held the cyclic pitch control in my right hand and the collective pitch control in my left hand as I step foot at the pedal. I'm now on the air, feeling the relaxation of surrounding but surrounded by unforeseen situation. Inaalala ko kong saan nag-ugat ang lahat, with just me pretend bride but now facing a an unexpected happening. For what I thought, I really did marry a billionaire and I accidentally Married to a billionaire and it's not just an ordinary billionaire but one who has many connection himself.