The Billionaire's Accidental Bride Full Story Novels & Stories

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?"

Laura, grateful for my words, smiled weakly while Susie let out a sound of displeasure and stormed off a few steps ahead of us. Sorry babe, I almost called out but held my tongue. I would make it up to her later. "It's just... When we moved to Vegas, all everyone could talk about was the new Mrs Lowell. How she rose from shame to fame. And had nothing before she scored the richest man in Vegas." Laura explained and I smiled. Of course, people thought that about me. No one knew it was a bloody contract that I had been conned into by my very own fiancee. The man whom I was going to marry! He sold me to the Lowells and went on his merry way like some fucking philistine.

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

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.

For what I thought, I really did marry a billionaire and I accidentally Married to a billionaire and it's not just an ordinary billionaire but one who has many connection himself. Kahit na sabihin natin na fake ang kasal sa mata ng tao ngayon ay totoo ang mga nangyari. I can't just take this an easy situation because everything was involved. I don't want my personal life to be affected, especially to my family. I landed my helicopter to the rooftop of my mall, when my helicopter just reach the ground I saw my worker coming from my direction. They'll bow their heads. I slowly remove my helmets and the stuffs I wear. I smile when they approach me and help me remove them.