The Billionaire's Accidental Bride Audiobook Novels & Stories

She would have guessed that it is a lie because it is always bubbling with people, which is why it is one of the best jewelry shops. “Hmmmm, that’s strange, but if you say so” she said “Yeah, I say so” As we entered, a sales assistant came to us. “Hi good evening, please we are closed and…….” “Can you get the manager, I have an appointment “ I said “Ohh, ok.” As she was going, the manager entered. “Mr Vance, you’re here” he said smiling a lot, if I must say. “Yea I’m here. This is my fiancée and we are here to get a wedding ring”

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.

The headline was large and clean and designed to be clicked. *Zillionaire Bride: What Does Vivienne Donald Know About The Man She's Marrying Tomorrow?* I clicked it. The article loaded. The photograph of Charles in his suit in front of the building I recognised from every major financial publication I had ever read. His real name. His real wealth. The building behind him named and identified. And at the bottom of the article, presented as a source close to the couple, the pregnancy claim. I stood in the doorway of my kitchen with the room full of the people I loved most moving around me warm and real and completely unaware.

But there was something about his eyes — soft, thoughtful, and strangely familiar — that made my heartbeat stumble. Rand who was an exclusive billionaire investor with a quiet soul and a past hidden beneath his success The stranger ordered coffee, then glanced around for a seat. The café was nearly full. I could have looked away, but fate, that silent puppeteer, had other plans. Our eyes met. He smiled — a small, apologetic curve of the lips — and gestured to the empty chair across from him “Mind if I sit?” I hesitated. My heart whispered Say yes. My mind argued otherwise. I nodded. “Sure.”

Let him snap the metal around my skin. I looked at Alexander one last time. He was crying. The great Alexander Knight, billionaire CEO, the man who controlled boardrooms and made million-dollar deals to his will, was crying. For me. "I'm sorry," I whispered. Sorry for the marriage. Sorry for the lies. Sorry for believing this could work. Sorry for falling in love with him Morrison's hand closed around my elbow, guiding me away. Away from Alexander's desperate reaching hands. The police station came back into focus. Noise rushing in like a tidal wave.

were the words and actions that made me clear my mother's hospital bills and other expenses at home before leaving them with an excuse – ‘I'm going to work for the money I got’. I got to the altar and my saliva dried up on its own on seeing the billionaire,throat sore god's had to wait for this very moment. He was looking so perfect in the expertly tailored suit on him and the pomade hairstyle allowed his cuteness to scream out itself. “You may now unveil your bride” the priest's words came, interrupting my thoughts and immediately, the billionaire raised my veil, allowing me to have a clearer view of his perfect looks. Our gazes locked for a while and I felt my heart skip a thousand beats a

he said gently, “I’m sure he just got caught up in something important. He’ll come.” Always the excuses for the past two days. I gave him a small smile. Fake. So fake it hurts. “Yeah,” I murmured, reaching for my phone. “Probably.” I opened the screen. There it was. The headline. Catherine Monroe Involved in Minor Accident — Billionaire Alexander Donovan Seen Rushing to Her Side And there was the picture. Alex. Holding her hand. Carrying her into the damn hospital like some knight in shining armor. My fingers trembled.

She was here for a reason that even the gods didn't know why. How she ended up married to the billionaire playboy was beyond her. Two years ago, being drunk and stupid, she accidentally married him. Oh yes, it was just a mistake, a fuckin' stupid drunken judgment, not that she could blame herself. After all, being too drunk in Las Vegas and accidentally marrying a billionaire was never on her bucket list.

Lowering his voice, he whispered, "It's actually a fake, borrowed it from a friend." She nodded and pulled back, her face flushing. "Yeah, uh, it looks real," she said, pulling her hand from his arm and stepping away. He was happy his little lie had worked-otherwise, how would he explain wearing a brooch worth two million when he was trying to pass off as poor? But he was also confused as his bride withdrew from him, as if suddenly shy of their closeness.

"Turns out your daughter isn't useless after all. Don't worry, I'll make sure Blair gets what she wants." ~~~~ Back in France, Candice sat at her apartment, staring at the news article in disbelief. The headline read, "Charles Barrett’s Son Returns Home from France." Below it was a picture of Mason, the man she had been dating for 6 months now, and is currently engaged to. A man she thought she knew. Her assistant, Mia, had shown her the article, and now Candice’s mind was spinning. Mason wasn’t just some ordinary guy, he was a billionaire, the heir to the Barrett fortune. How could he have kept this from her?