Novel & Cerita The Billionaire Accidental Bride Novel

she said, gasping at him in awe Clay heaved exhaustively and, with as much politeness he could muster in his tone, said "I'd like a few moments alone with my wife, please," he said, and quickly Caterina snapped out of her reverie "Oh right, sorry," she apologized and motioned for Lydia and Elena, who remained speechless the entire time. They couldn't tell which was more shocking, that Lorraine was married or that her husband was a billionaire. Slowly, they followed Caterina and walked towards the door, stealing one last look at Clay before leaving.

Wrapped securely around his waist was his hand, his fingers digging with steady, possessive firmness into his wife's side. To the glittering upper crust of international society, they were the undisputed king and queen of elite commerce—the ruthless billionaire titan and his breathtaking, blue-blooded bride. No one in that room knew the truth. No one knew that the real bride was currently sitting on the floor of a Canadian publishing firm earning an hourly wage. No one knew that the woman walking beside Ethan was an impostor, a twin sister who had usurped her sister's identity, only to find herself trapped in a nightmare of her own making.

He began to play the scenes in his mind: from the feeling she stirred in him that night he kissed her, to the fierceness in her eyes when she had accused him of stealing her work, to his mother's suspicions about her being pregnant by him and the conditional clause that he had to get married to take the helm of affairs at his father's hospital, back to Annabelle's mounting medical bills. He stopped in his tracks as the solution became evident. He'd solved the problem with the same concentration skill that made him a billionaire before thirty. A simple arrangement that would solve both their problems. His lips curved slightly. She would have the money she needed, and he would reclaim his fath

Maybe all wasn’t lost yet. For three days, we planned the dream project. Adrian arrived and joined us. In their absence, Julietta found her father’s last will in a secret chamber of his closet. It had been lying there all along. As per the will, my wife was now a billionaire with almost the same amount of wealth as ours! Yet she was humble, kind and nervous about it. How could someone remain unaffected by so much money? “Are you happy now?” I asked her once we had completed all formalities in Tijuana.

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.

𝗡𝗲𝘄 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗹𝗱. 𝗔𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗽𝗼𝗶𝗻𝘁 𝗶𝗻 𝗕𝗵𝗲𝗺𝘇𝗹𝘆 𝗔𝗰𝘀𝗼𝗻'𝘀 𝗹𝗶𝗳𝗲, 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝗱 𝗻𝗼 𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗶𝗰𝗲. 𝗦𝗵𝗲 𝗮𝗰𝗰𝗲𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗠𝗿. 𝗝𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝗗𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝗮'𝘀 � ��𝗳𝗳𝗲𝗿—𝗮𝗻 𝗼𝗳𝗳𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘀𝗲𝗲𝗺𝗲𝗱 𝗽𝗼𝗶𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗲𝗲𝗿 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗮𝗹𝘀𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗱𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗻𝘆.

I click the link, and as I do, I wish I had just left my phone at home. My heart stops as I read the information scrawled on the website, the information, as always, about Leone Ares Sinclair. And me. However, it’s Nicco who says the news out loud, his voice oddly empty as he does so; “New York’s hottest billionaire announces the date of his wedding to up—and-coming painter Ava Jade Allard. He says that his red-headed lover and himself will be getting wed in less than a month.” Three weeks. Leonel told the press we’re getting married in three weeks?

Hearing him acknowledge her abilities so directly left her strangely unsettled. Fortunately, the shock only lasted a few seconds. Then common sense returned. "Competent people don't marry their bosses." "They do if the offer is good enough." There it was. The billionaire. The man who had spent so much of his life surrounded by wealth that he genuinely believed every problem had a price tag attached to it. No matter how serious the situation became, his first instinct was still to solve it with money. Charlotte slowly folded her arms across her chest and fixed him with a skeptical look.

I folded it carefully, sliding it deep inside the pocket of my overcoat. I looked down at him. He was broken, trembling, and utterly dismantled, his head resting against his chest as he wept silent, agonizing tears of pain and defeat. I had the signature. I had the confession. But as I looked at his ruined face, the calculating side of my brain was still tracking the missing puzzle piece. He was a billionaire. He ran a massive global motorsport division. He had risked his entire career, his reputation, and his physical health to fly across the Atlantic and play husband to a woman he had never seen before.

Then explain it to me! He gazed at me—and really looked at me—and something in him changed. "This wedding. it's a sham. Selene and me? It's all about finances. She guaranteed my dad's company would make it through if I cooperated." My gut roiled. "And you went along with it? At first, yes. But then I met you." He cleared his throat. "You made me feel like I could breathe again." The admission hung between them like storm clouds.