The Billionaire's Accidental Bride Emma Novelas e Histórias

EMMA I spent more than five hours looking for work while pacing the streets of Pullman, but my efforts were in vain. With only my mother and one brother for support, I have been in this situation for the past five years. I'm Emma Shadwick, the first child of the Shadwick family, and since my father passed away from this cruel world a year ago, I've had to assist my mother by helping her take care of our family's necessities and paying for my brother's college education.

"Who is she, Alexander? And don't give me the press version." "She's my wife." "She's an event planner with significant debt and no social standing. You've handed Sterling ammunition." "Sterling already had ammunition. Emma is the response to it." I watched her through the coffee shop window, talking to a small child who'd approached her table, making the kid laugh. "She's not what you're assuming she is." "They never are, until they are." "I'll have David send you the relevant documents. The marriage is legal and final." I ended the call before he could respond.

It felt steady and real and it felt good which is not what I expected because Soren is a man I am supposed to be pretending to like. My cheeks burned even hotter. I could feel the warmth creeping down my neck, and I groaned quietly to myself. "Get it together, Talia." This was ridiculous. I hugged him because I was grateful. Anyone would have done the same after hearing they could finally see their little brother. That was all. He was still the same calculating billionaire who had me under contract. One unexpected moment of kindness didn't erase everything else. It didn't magically make this marriage real. ...Did it?

"You didn’t tell me you had a freaking private jet!" I laughed, rubbing the spot she hit like it actually hurt. "Ouch. What can I say? I’m a billionaire, Emilia. CEO of one of the biggest tech companies in the country. Of course I have a private jet." "Still! You could’ve given me a heads-up. I was not ready for that," she said, laughing now. "I like surprising you," I said with a wink. She rolled her eyes but didn’t stop smiling.

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.

Emma immediately regretted existing. “It was raining.” “That doesn’t answer the question,” Stephanie replied. “I almost slipped.” “And his solution was carrying you?” “He said it was faster.” Maya pressed both hands dramatically against her chest. “That man belongs in historical fiction.” Stephanie pointed at Emma. “No because emotionally competent billionaires are fictional. Check his tax records immediately.” Emma laughed despite herself. Which unfortunately encouraged them further. Maya leaned forward. “What else happened?” “He made coffee.” Maya froze. “Oh, you’re doomed.”

Love, Emily. Richard's vision blurred. He clutched the letter tightly against his chest. "I'm so sorry..." Downstairs... Margaret's phone suddenly rang. She answered lazily. "Hello?" A cheerful voice replied, "Congratulations!" Margaret frowned. "For what?" "I just saw the news online." "What news?" "The billionaire wedding!" "They're saying Alexander Blackwood got married after the bride disappeared." Margaret laughed. "So?" "The replacement bride looks exactly like your stepdaughter." Margaret's smile disappeared.

"I’ll miss you. When you return from your honeymoon, we’ll continue our adventure." Emma chuckled softly, neither rejecting nor agreeing. She simply slipped from his grasp with ease and strode into the bathroom, leaving Devlin watching after her with an unreadable expression. … Today was the most important day of her life. Emma couldn't afford to lose herself in pleasure and forget that fact. Standing under the shower, she recalled the day she threw herself into the arms of Duong Alden, the young heir of an empire that spanned luxury casinos, grand hotels, construction companies, and prestigious hospital chains.

Emily took a deep breath and tried to calm her racing heart as she stood outside the wedding chapel. She had imagined this moment a million times, but never quite like this. She was about to marry a man she barely knew, a man who was over double her age and a billionaire businessman named Alexander Pierce. The door to the chapel opened, and a woman in a white gown emerged, followed by a man who was clearly her groom. Emily stepped forward, taking her place at the back of the line. She wasn't sure what to expect, but she was determined to make the most of this opportunity.

"He wants me." "Good to know that." She looks at me. "I have heard that sometimes rich gay men marry an unsuspecting, shy woman to keep up appearances. Glad to know that's not the case for you, given how quickly he married you and wanted to marry you on the night he met you." "Les, why are you making it sound like it's a bad thing?"