The Accidental Bride Who Won Everything Novels & Stories

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.

My young mistress's betrothed was dying, and she ordered me to marry him in her place to turn his luck. People believed the joy of a wedding could drive out sickness and misfortune, and that a dying man might be pulled back from the grave by it. "The royal physicians all say Lord Blackwell won't live past seven days! Why should I marry him only to be buried at his side? "He's never even seen me. You can marry him instead. "You're nothing but a lowborn maid. Being allowed to marry the regent is the luck of a lifetime." Before I could react, the glowing words appeared before my eyes again. [Celeste is such an idiot. What does she mean, he won't live past seven days? Lord Blackwell has the

Katherine was at lost for words but decided to open up to her "I overheard his discussion with his assistant. His grandparents refused to hand over their family's business to him unless he is married, so he wants to rent a bride for a year which is the duration his grandparents gave him that his marriage will last before he becomes the owner of the Baldwin Empire. As a punishment to me for eavesdropping on his discussion, he decided to make Felicity his rented bride" she shuddered as she mentioned Felicity as a rented bride.

"Well, it's marked obligatory. It cannot be changed. And also our marriage is real, we are Betrothed remember? The only thing is we are getting divorced after a year " I sigh and shake my head. "I'm not ready Hunt" I say. "Well, I don't think I like that nickname and... ." he trailed and took some big book from his drawer. "I got this for you, I know you might be bored doing nothing. This will keep you busy " "Novels? " I ask and collected them from him. "Yes, romantic novels, I know girls love to read this type of books " "Sorry to burst your bubble, but I don't " I say and opened one titled "Professional slut "

And for one strange second, everything around me went quiet. A bride. White dress, smudged makeup, glossy eyes filled with shock and heartbreak. Even in her current state, she was impossible not to notice, she looked beautiful. There was something about her expression, like she had just lost something important and was trying not to let the world see it. Then I noticed she was trembling. My eyes moved over her slowly taking in the abandoned veil, the wedding dress dragging against the pavement. Runaway bride. “You almost got yourself killed,” I said flatly.

"You look like you haven't slept in days." "Thanks for the vote of confidence," Emily said dryly. Becca narrowed her eyes. "What's going on? And don't say 'nothing'—I can see it all over your face." Emily sighed, debating how much to share. Becca was her closest friend, but even she might find this situation too ridiculous to believe. "I got... an offer," Emily began hesitantly. Becca's eyebrows shot up. "What kind of offer?" "The kind that involves a fake marriage to a billionaire."

“The Ridiculous Auction: Alexander Blake Pays Millions for Jewelry While Blake Group Struggles.” “Sarah Caldwell: Switched at Birth, Struggling to Belong.” Sarah’s hands trembled as she scrolled through the endless stream of articles, each headline more damning than the last. One particularly cruel piece caught her eye. “Alexander Blake’s wife, Sarah Caldwell, was once the ‘wrong child.’ Now she’s trying to claim her place in high society by clinging to a man who can’t even stand on his own.” Her breath hitched, and she looked up at Alexander, who was already reading similar articles.

Angeli followed him, while Ate Angie stayed beside me, still in shock. She's right. I cheated. I deserve all this. I lost my balance and fell in my heels. Ate Angie screamed and tried to help me up, but I had no strength. My wedding dress, my makeup, the wedding. I ruined everything. A few moments later, I heard footsteps approaching. When I lifted my head, I saw my parents. They were wearing the custom-made gowns for the wedding attendees. I couldn't even look them in the eye. “What happened, Angie? Is it true what Hubert said, that your sister checked into a hotel last night, and—” She paused. She couldn't bring herself to say the exact words.

She muttered as she walked out of the room. She was hungry, she thought as her stomach growled. Everyone was apparently too worried sick to eat anything but not her. She walked into the kitchen and found a feast. The chef had been working on breakfast all morning, before even knowing what was going on. Their cousins, Charlotte's bridesmaids and countless others would be coming to their house very early to see the bride and start to leave for the church, but there was no bride. Not a bride in sight. "Oooh! What are these? They look divine!"

I should have smiled and nodded and counted my blessings. Instead I heard myself ask, "Who was she? The real bride?" Something shifted behind his eyes. Just slightly. Just for a second. "That is not your concern." "I wore her dress," I said. "I spoke her vows. I think it's a little bit my concern." His jaw tightened. "Her name is Vivienne Cole. She was... a prior arrangement." He said the last two words like they tasted stale. "She chose not to appear." I nodded slowly. Something told me that wasn't the whole truth but I also didn't have the energy to pull at that thread tonight.