The Billionaire's Accidental Bride Full Story Novels & Stories

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Ashley exclaimed, her eyes wide with amazement. Ian, despite being a billionaire, couldn't help but be impressed by the sheer unpredictability of the night. Ashley, beaming with joy, turned to him. "I told you, Ian! Sometimes, it's not about the money; it's about the thrill and the unexpected wins!" He couldn't help but smile, acknowledging the truth in her words. The casino adventure, initially met with protest, had turned into a night filled with excitement and a touch of serendipity. As they cashed out their winnings, Ashley gave Ian a triumphant look.

“Vivian, what are you doing crying like a baby? so your intentions are to paint me evil should it be your husband walks in now you would say I beat you up right? Anyways, that's not happening” Jolting and snapping out of her traumatic experience Vivian got a hold of herself. “What is your mission here in my house?” She asked softly, “I thought you left Jerald already? What are you doing back here? Is it because he is way richer now? And no longer the struggling young man you left then? I know you are here for the money. I can get him to write you a good cheque that will take care of you and your lifestyle. please just leave my marriage alone please”

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.

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.

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.

At that moment, he was once again captivated by her charm. "What happened?" Hadrianna immediately approached and hugged him. "I don’t believe what Mama said... well, partially," she whispered to him. He sighed. He placed his old wallet on the table near the bed. Hadrianna sat on the bed, and he sat next to her. He told her everything that had happened, from the accident to her attempt to escape responsibility. She even dragged him into it. His mother-in-law planned to set him up. "Is she crazy?!"

“I’m your husband.” He brushed a strand of hair behind my ear and grazed it with a fleeting kiss. My cheeks burned. “We’ll talk at your condo—with your lawyer present—so you can see exactly how you’ll fit,” I said, keeping my voice steady. His brows pinched, hurt flickering in his eyes. “So… all this time, I was never part of your plan.” He stepped back, shoulders stiff. “I’ll wait in the car.” He walked off. I rubbed my temples. Great. I’ve wounded a billionaire’s pride.

I held my ground and rolled my eyes. "Actually, no. I came to let you all know that I'm officially married." The room fell silent for a moment. Then, my dad, Richard Branson, stood up, his face a mix of incredulity and anger. "You're lying." "Am I?" I said, pulling out the marriage certificate and placing it on the table. "Here's the proof." Clara snatched the document, scanning it with her sharp eyes while my stepsister Sabrina peered over her shoulder. Sabrina's mouth twisted into a cruel smile. "Married already? That's rich. Who's the poor fool you managed to trap?"

The one that stuck the most was shock and confusion. “What? That’s not possible. Lura would never do something like that! And besides, she’s broke and her family name is all full of dirt right now so how can she get getting married? To who?” He whined while I just smiled. "To Zane Ashford," I said, watching the name land like a grenade and though I knew he’d definitely know such big name, I still decided to let out the full gist for effect. "He’s a billionaire and the heir to an empire that makes Vanes’ look like a lemonade stand. And more importantly, he’s my man, or he was, until that little charity case moved into his house and stole him from me.” I let out while his jaw tightened.