The Billionaire's Accidental Bride Emma Novels & Stories

"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."

“How... how can someone be so good at lying? I should’ve known when he said he went to high school with Allison Baker, you know, the top model? I thought it was just his usual bullshit. I should’ve known.” “Yeah, but no one expects a billionaire to be working undercover as an art curator,” I say, rolling my eyes. “He’s been playing everyone for a year. How did he even manage to do pull it off?” Breonna’s voice is rising in frustration now. “So, let me get this straight—Emmett’s a billionaire heir who’s been working at your gallery undercover for some stupid project no one asked him to work on, made me feel bad for calling him a trust-fund kid, and it turns out he actually is a trust fund kid

Emma glanced at him, heart pounding. The mansion loomed into view—white pillars, ivy-covered walls, and a sense of regality that made her feel like an imposter in her own skin. As the car rolled to a stop, Chris turned to her and whispered, “You’re not Emma Winters today. You’re Camille Laurent. Daughter of Charles Laurent, French billionaire.” Emma nodded stiffly. “And you’re in love with me,” he added with a smirk. She blinked. “What?” “Sell it, Emma.”

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

Florence lifted her head and stared at her friend. “Donations? All of a sudden? Or is there something going on in the university that I'm not aware of?” Florence asked curiously. “He’s just a very generous, philanthropist gentleman, or so I’ve heard,” Emma explained. “And you know what, he’s single. A billionaire, single, in New York. Can you believe it?” she shook her head, making her blonde curls swish around her face. Florence laughed. “So what? Do you think you’d have a chance with a billionaire just because he’s single and visiting your workplace?” she teased. “You’re not in a movie, Ems. Things like that don’t happen to people like us.”

"I'm going to my gallery. Alone." "Emma, please. The press will tear you apart." "Better than staying here and drowning in lies." I was halfway to the door when Marcus's voice came through the phone again. "There's more. The Tribune is running a follow-up piece in tomorrow's print edition. They're claiming Emma married Alexander solely for money, that her mother's illness was fabricated to gain sympathy." The room spun. "What? My mother is dying!" "I know that, and Alexander knows that, but the public doesn't. They're painting you as a gold digger who manipulated a vulnerable man."

Katherine's POV He was a shocker alright! Still 10 million was way more than I needed, how could he just give away that much money just like that?! Yes he was a billionaire but I didn't peg him as the extravagant type. This was the first time that I have seen this amount of money in my account. Truth be told, I almost fainted when I saw the alert and at first I wondered where on earth it came from. Then I remembered Shawn Blackwell and it all made sense.

But Marcus would not be making the same mistake again very quickly, Taylor mused as he glared at the train for all of his anger. His car had run into a lady, causing her a fatal accident, but he had behaved like a foolish hit and run driver by abandoning the girl in her pool of blood, despite how wealthy he was. And there it was, splashed all over the page of a tabloid: his personality and reputation, picked over and mocked at for one silly mistake. "SHOCK ANNOUNCEMENT: YOUNG WOMAN, ALICIA MESSI, HIT BY BILLIONAIRE CEO TAYLOR SCHULTZ WHO THEN FLEES SCENE. IS HIS WEALTH THE REASON FOR HIS COLD-HEARTEDNESS?"

Adrian said smoothly, though there was an edge to his voice. Victoria. Now, Leila knew the name. Victoria Moreau—heiress to a luxury empire, socialite, and, most importantly… Adrian Kane’s ex. She felt her stomach turn. Victoria’s gaze flickered to Leila, her lips curving into a slow, knowing smile. “So this is the new Mrs. Kane.” Leila met her stare without flinching. “That’s right.” Victoria extended a hand. “Charmed.” Leila took it, gripping just a little harder than necessary. “Likewise.”

"Holy shit!" She gasped, turning the screen toward me, where the announcement post was going viral on I*******m: “SOCIALITE, ARTIST AND MODEL CHARLOTTE MILLER ALL SET TO MARRY XEROS MARTINEZ: A BILLIONAIRE WITH A DARK PAST.” “What… how is this possible?” He was the scary, infamous heir of the Marinez Empire, who was rumoured to handle all their illegal dealings. How had the Millers agreed on this arrangement?