The Billionaire Accidental Bride Novel Novels & Stories

"But that one in the middle. That's Kelvin Conner." The name didn't mean anything to me. She must have seen the confusion on my face because she grabbed my shoulders. "Kelvin Conner," she repeated. "The billionaire. He owns half the buildings in this city. He's on the news all the time. He's literally the richest man in New York." I looked back at the group to try to see which one she meant. The man in the middle was tall with brown hair combed to the side, gray eyes that looked at the club like he owned it. I guess he probably could buy it if he wanted to.

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.

They both laughed and Alex smiled, while staring at her face with pity. "Nat, I've been in your shoes before. You know, this is how I met your brother, Adrian," she said. "Really?" She asked in surprise. "Yes, my boyfriend cheated on me with my best friend Asa. We were planning to elope together so as to escape marrying your brother, Adrian. But on that sunny afternoon, I caught him in bed with my best friend," she said with a smile. "Oops!" She said aloud. "Yes, and I was mad. I had to accept marrying Adrian just so I could move on from those two. The betrayal prompted me into marrying Adrian and as you can see, It happened for the best," she said with a smile.

“I apologize for my outburst earlier. I did not realize the situation. I had no right to tell you how to feel but please understand that I am trying to save my job at the same time. Your husband, Kylan paid for my services, instructing that you look like the prettiest bride there is. In his words, “He wanted his wedding to break the internet, so he was checking on every detail which included how beautiful the woman he married is. I am sorry, Kat.” Kylan was wicked, and hearing this about him only made me hate him the more. Men like him were fond of that, the people from the wealthiest families in the society. They only cared about what they put out to people outside, including having happy h

Sarah giggled. “Why not get get married to him then?” Chloe wiped her tears as they rolled down, “He is a billionaire right? And you love material things, you should just get married to him and..” “How dare you speak to me like that!” Sarah flared and tried to move closer to Chloe, but Isabella stopped her. “You don’t have to do anything Sarah, she will get married, whether she likes it or not.”

The sudden violent twist of fate hits Antonio in an uncontrovertible manner. From what he thought to just be a contract marriage to falling deep unexpectedly with Megan. A shy, hardworking and very reserved girl, Megan takes her destiny into her own hands. From cooking and warming the hot untamed Billionaire Antonio's food to warming his bed. ***************************** I paused in front of the mirror in the office I was cleaning, the duster I held was in one hand and the article on 'How to be a successful Entrepreneur' I held it in the other. Subtlety, what the article said, was just another word for failure.

And when she came, he pulled her against his chest and thrust up into her, hard and brutal, until he exploded inside her with a groan. Then he stood. Carried her, still joined, to the window. Pushed her against the glass. And fucked her one last time with the city lights below them. ⸻ When he finally let her go, she slid to the floor—used, sore, ruined. He bent, kissed her forehead. “Your job’s almost over.” She blinked up at him, dazed. “You’ll miss me when I’m gone,” he said. And walked away. No apology. No affection. Just a billionaire who got what he wanted— And left her needing more.

Ermanno chuckled, hoisting me up into his arms and carrying me like a bride towards the private jet, a gleaming tribute to my favorite color combination of deep red and black. Being married to a billionaire certainly had its perks, one of which was the added comfort and luxury afforded to me by my private jet. As I slept soundly in Ermanno's arms, he quietly observed my peaceful slumber, savoring the sight of his new bride as we journeyed to Japan. Though the flight was a lengthy 12 hours, I slept through the entire trip, allowing myself to recharge after the whirlwind events of my wedding. Meanwhile, Ermanno conversed with Neo, occasionally glancing back at me with a tender expression.

Before you say anything, let me explain. I straightened in my chair, ready to set everything out. "First, let me properly introduce myself. My name is Victoria Branson. I'm 27 years old, and I graduated from the Business School of Toronto. I make $700,000 a year, I have my own house, and I own my car. Adrian looked at me, clearly intrigued but still a little skeptical. "Alright." "I'm just going to be honest with you," I continued, my voice firm. "My grandmother left me her business. It's a huge opportunity, but there's one condition-she stipulated in her will that I must be married to inherit it."

But the road ahead remained uncertain. Hand in hand, Maya and Amara stepped into the unknown, their journey towards a new life just beginning. They had lost much, but they had also found something irreplaceable - a bond forged in adversity, a friendship strengthened by shared struggles. Now, they would face the world together, ready to write a new chapter in their story. They were no longer just a billionaire's bride and a rebel on the run.