The Billionaire's Accidental Bride Emma นิยาย & เรื่องราว

She pulled out her phone and called Zoë. There was only one thing for her to do. “Hey,” she said when Zoë answered. “Hey stranger,” Zoë replied. “It’s time to step up operation Marry a Billionaire,” she said, her voice sounding dead even to her own ears. “Are you sure about that?” Zoë asked. “Definitely,” Emma replied with conviction. “Let’s get this done.” Zoë was quiet for a moment before she sighed. “Okay. What’s the plan?”

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.

Frederick brow narrowed, “What do you mean she is no longer my wife? Camille tell him aren't we married?” Camille looked at him in disgust. “What nonsense are you saying?” A man ran into a room where Cassie was having pleasure with an unknown man. The man came closer and whispered into her ear. Cassie hold on the sheet tightened, “What has that fool done?” She grunted coming down naked hurriedly putting on her clothes. She threw a bundle of cash to the unknown man who caught it instantly and left the room.

"Please, help yourself. There’s plenty." "You don't have to tell me twice." Damon nodded and began filling his plate. As they all dug into their breakfast, they talked about different things, especially business. "So Damon, how was the trip? I'm certain there was a lot of progress." Charles asked Damon "Well," Damon started between bites of bacon, "things are steady right now, but the tech industry is unpredictable these days. My investors are happy, though, so that’s what matters." Damon was a self-made billionaire, having built a technology empire from the ground up. His company specialized in software development and cybersecurity; it's safe to say that he's business has by far surpassed

“You’re more spirited than I expected.” “Is that a problem?” “Not at all,” he said smoothly. “In fact, I think it’ll make things more interesting.” Emily bristled at his arrogance but bit back a retort. She wasn’t here to argue with him—she was here to secure her future. “I’ll see you tomorrow,” she said, turning on her heel and heading for the elevator. As the doors closed behind her, Emily let out a shaky breath. She had just agreed to marry a billionaire for two million dollars.

“I’ve heard he comes from one of those big, wealthy families—the kind you see on TV, the ‘untouchables.’ His last name, Rensselaer… you know, that conglomerate, Rensselaer Materials? Those flashy billboards used to be everywhere.” “Wait, are you telling me I’m being pursued by a hotshot billionaire?” I put a hand to my forehead, dramatically swooning. “Oh, my heart! Let me gaze into your smoldering eyes and fall into your buff, sculpted embrace… while you whisper sweet nothings about your family’s multi-billion dollar empire.” Emma burst out laughing. “And don’t forget your quirky best friend while you finally bang the goods! We all need a little lift.” Then, her tone turned more serious. “B

And now I didn't know if that hope was built on solid ground or just another carefully constructed illusion. "You okay?" Emily asked, studying my face. "You've been quiet all morning." I considered lying, keeping my problems to myself so I could focus on hers. But Emily deserved better than that. We'd spent too many years hiding things to protect each other. "I found out Christopher's a billionaire," I said, continuing to pack books into a box. "Like, actually wealthy. Forbes list wealthy." Emily's hands stilled on the sweater she'd been folding. "What?"

She’d been scrolling without really seeing—headlines, faces, noise—until one name punched straight through the fog. Ethan Voss. Her thumb stopped. She leaned in, heart stuttering once before picking up speed. The headline was bold. Merciless. WEDDING SHATTERED: BEST MAN EXPOSES BRIDE’S AFFAIR AT ALTAR — VOSS HEIR WALKS OUT MID-CEREMONY Mia’s breath left her in a sharp, disbelieving laugh. “Oh my God.” She clicked. Photos loaded. Grainy and clear. Ethan was standing rigid at the altar. Liam froze beside Evelyn. Evelyn’s face caught mid-collapse—white, horrified, undone.

“You can sleep on the bed. I’ll use the couch.” Ariana blinked slightly. “You don’t have to.” “I know.” Then he sat down and opened his laptop, clearly ending the conversation. Ariana slowly walked toward the bed. Everything felt unreal. Three days ago, she was begging doctors to save her brother. Now she was inside a billionaire’s mansion married to the coldest man she had ever met. She carefully sat down while staring at the massive room. Then her phone suddenly vibrated. It was the hospital. Ariana answered immediately. “H-Hello?”

"She's now married, and her new family is a billionaire family, so why should she continue to work in our small company? Ace should take over the company, while She should begin to work for her new family and generate more opportunities to expand our company." "Now that you say it like that, it's quite convincing. However, I will need some time to think about it," he replied. He got off the bed and entered the bathroom to do his morning business. Martha sat on the bed with a smirk on her face, her plans were slowly perfecting. First, she has to make Rosaline leave the company to make room for her son, then she'd find ways to make her billionaire family kick her out. She didn't want to take a