The Billionaire's Accidental Bride Emma Miller Novels & Stories

It doesn’t mean anything” I tell myself repeatedly as we start walking. We met the lawyers signed the required documents and in a few minutes, we were named husband and wife. Lily started clapping and smiling when the officiant said, “You can now kiss the bride” “Why” I shouted in my head.” We are not supposed to kiss” I thought to myself. I looked at Colton and saw him moving closer. I didn’t know when I closed my eyes until I felt his lips on my cheeks. I opened my eyes and stared at his. His dark eyes stared at me like he was mesmerized that I was his wife or something.

But before that day comes, I won't allow myself to leave as a pitiful loser. If Zane saw her as nothing more than a cheap toy that could be tamed with sweet words and empty promises, then Emma would prove that she could win the attention of a man who was far more powerful, far more mature, and belonged to a world that an actor like Zane could never hope to reach. Emma's thoughts immediately settled on a single name: Lucas Moura Blackwood. The mysterious middle-aged man from Presidential Suite 6009. An untouchable European billionaire who was cold, distant, and regarded every woman as nothing more than a trap.

Gather his own data so as to be sure of what approach was best to table his proposal. " I am Emma Steele. Why am I here?" She replied, returning the gesture and immediately pushing for more sensitive matters. Asher noticed her eagerness to waive the foreplay and immediately got in sync with her. " You were brought in by your people. You are the promised bride of the Braxton's family and this is to fulfill that promise." He spoke in riddles, trying to see if she was honestly as innocent as she seemed. Emma was confused. Surely they had the wrong person. There was no way on earth she was going to become bride of someone she didn't know.

And I never thought I'd be getting into a fake marriage in my life. It's something I read about in Chloe's romance books. It's not real...it doesn't happen in real life but here I am, fake marrying one of the richest men in the city for a million dollars. Nothing can be crazier than this. I noticed that everyone was looking at me just then, do they think that I am going to bolt? "I do"

“I don’t need your money, Tony. I make enough on my own, thank you.” “There must be something we can bargain with. Something you want.” “Sorry, I’m a pretty happy girl. But thanks for the offer.” She reached past him for the doorknob. She was his only candidate, and he didn’t think America had a store to buy fake brides. The final option flashed before him. He had seen Chloe her best friend around the office a few times. She was beautiful and would fit the role perfectly. “Fine, I guess I will need to ask Chloe.”

"Really? Is Mia short of money? Wasn't she known as a wealthy heiress herself? This can't be true!" "Oh my gosh. Mia is my goddess! How could she do such a thing?" "Wait! Wait! Haven't you noticed the main point? Mia is already married! She married Charles Smith, the president of Glory Group! Her husband is so rich! This news is definitely fake! It must be defaming Mia!" Mia’s fans spoke up at the right time, "That's right! Mimi comes from a wealthy family. Both she and her husband are so rich! Any woman would know who to choose between Charles and Alexander, right?"

"Yeah. But, you can't blame them, can you? You're the most eligible bachelor, and now that you're married, everyone's curious to know who the lucky lady is." "If they'd have waited, they'd have found out soon enough." "Still, you've got to admit that it's pretty amazing that so many people are interested in knowing about the mysterious wife of the most popular billionaire. If only they knew that all this isn't real." "It is real, tesoro. In the eyes of the law, we are legally married. And as much as we don't like it, this marriage is real. Whether we like it or not. And that is one of the reasons I brought you here tonight."

"I don't recall offering you a dime to marry me." Ava froze. Had her assumption been wrong? Was their accidental marriage really not just some warped prostitution arrangement? His expression sobered, suddenly earnest. "I hate to break it to you, wife, but you wanted all of this. Me, my world, my life as a wayward billionaire bride." His words clung to every sumptuous inch of his godlike physique, dripping with arrogant male ownership over her life. It suddenly felt impossible to breathe in this abruptly small hallway. Ava spun away, denial and rage clawing at her.

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.