The Billionaire Accidental Bride Book Novels & Stories

“Owns multiple companies in LA and abroad. Real estate, tech, you name it. He’s got his fingers in a lot of pies. But here’s the kicker, he’s not married. No kids, no family to speak of. Just this one woman he meets up with on weekends. Keeps her under wraps, but I managed to dig up a few photos.” My stomach dropped as I flipped through the photos. There she was, Bridget. Her face stared back at me from the glossy prints, her smile as radiant as I remembered. But she wasn’t smiling at me anymore. She was smiling at him. Smith. The man who had taken her from me, who was standing as a roadblock to my happiness and progress. A surge of anger boiled inside me, hot and uncontrollable. My hands tr

Elena I woke to a soft knock on the door, sunlight already pouring through the floor-to-ceiling windows like judgment. The bed—king-sized, cloud-like, oppressively pristine—felt more like a display prop than a place to sleep. For a second, I forgot where I was. Then I saw the envelope again. Reality rushed in like cold water. I sat up, rubbing the sleep from my eyes, and pulled the silk robe tighter around me. The floors were warm beneath my bare feet as I padded to the closet. A rack of clothes had appeared overnight—dresses in soft neutrals, tailored blouses, delicate heels. None of them were mine. Of course not. I picked a pale cream blouse and high-waisted taupe trousers, polished and mo

I can feel his eyes boring into my back as I walk away, but I don’t dare look back at him. As I walk through the crowd, I spot Veronica across the room. She’s talking with some man I don’t recognize, but her posture is perfect and her smile radiant, as always. She’s everything I could never be. Confident. Successful. Accomplished. She fits here. I never will. I calm my nerves and take a deep breath. "Leila." The voice stops me. I turn slowly, almost feel extreme reluctance to look at anyone, and there he is. Alexander Hawke. The man I’m about to marry. The billionaire. The stranger.

With an irksomely matter-of-fact tone, he said, "That tells me everything I need to know." My cheeks became heated. "You know absolutely nothing about me." "I know enough," he shot back. You're in a desperate situation. You need security and money, which you can't acquire from your previous location. Since his statements were accurate, they were a stomach strike. I didn't have to stand here and take it, though. "What's your excuse, too? Are dates no longer available to billionaires? His lips twitched into a half-smile that stopped short of his eyes. This has nothing to do with romance. It has to do with necessity. To keep my job in my family's business, I need a wife for five years. Nothing

Everything about this place screamed wealth and power, a sharp contrast to the simplicity of her life at home. Her hands trembled as she clutched her purse tightly. She’d agreed to this meeting out of duty, but she couldn’t shake the unease that settled in her chest. Who was Adrian Blackwood, really? And why would a man like him—a billionaire—want a stranger like her as his wife? “This way, Miss Bennett,” the butler said, his voice polite but distant.

Amanda felt the joy and pride in every word he uttered. His face was red with embarrassment and envy. Who would have thought that what was considered the bastard of the Lazaro family was a rich man from an unknown family. He couldn't accept that it had gone to Anna. A man does not deserve such treatment. He felt even more annoyed with the woman. For her, Esteban is a prince charming. It laughed out loud. "Your husband's s-lucky, Mr. Montecillo." Esteban puffed a breath and smiled genuinely. "I am the lucky one with my husband."

We didn’t look like two drunk idiots playing pretend. I looked up at Eric and said, “We’re screwed. “Completely, and utterly fucked.” My heart was pounding and then, I read the caption below the video: “British Billionaire Heir Marries Mystery Woman in Miami.” That one sentence was bold enough to punch my soul straight out of my body. I blinked at first, then blinked again. British… what? Billionaire… Who? “What—?” I choked out, staring at the screen like it might suddenly correct itself.

She copied my haircut and now I know why she cut her hair a day before her wedding. I wear a simple dress, just enough to show them I am a girl - the bride of the trillionaire ruthless ceo. Alessandro did not hesitate as he placed his hand at my back, guiding me forward with a steady pressure that made it clear I was not separate from him. “This is my wife,” he said. There was no hesitation in his voice. No doubt. One of the board members leaned forward slightly. “That was a sudden decision.” “I do not delay decisions,” Alessandro replied.

Julian read the headline: "EXCLUSIVE: THE BLACKOUT WEDDING. Sources confirm billionaire Adrian Whitmore and Arabella Ashford were officially married two days ago in an ultra-private, highly secured location in the Hudson Valley, completely outsmarting high-society observers. The new Madame Whitmore is reportedly resting comfortably at an undisclosed honeymoon estate." The phone in Julian Vance’s hand felt suddenly hot and heavy as the bold text of the headline flashed like a physical blow. ...completely outsmarting high-society observers. The new Madame Whitmore is reportedly resting comfortably at an undisclosed honeymoon estate.

"My grandfather's will required me to marry before turning thirty three or lose control of this company to my cousin. Elena's father owed a debt that threatened everything he'd built over a lifetime. We solved two problems with one signature, and neither of us expected it to become anything else at all." "And did it," Farah asked, leaning forward slightly. "Become something else, in your own words." I looked at Elena instead of the camera, watched her throat work around whatever she was about to say, and answered before she had to carry the weight of it alone in front of a stranger. "A year before the wedding, at a blackout charity gala, I met a woman in a green dress and a mask, and I spent