The Billionaire's Accidental Bride Novels & Stories

Noah said, voicing out his worries. I paused, narrowing my eyes at him. "You're not a celebrity, are you?" Please say no, or my life will be the garbage of molded peanuts. "Noah Hudson. A 27-year-old billionaire chef of Bulgario Five star Hotels and Resorts. Find out more about his lifestyle-" Hailey increased the volume of the YouTube Video. My eyes widened more than before as I slowly disgested on how my life was not about just getting stuck with some strange handsome man but with a billionaire who's famous all around the world.

Nancy’s threat had made me mention Riley working with dirty chemicals(In Chapter 2), it was just an effort from my end to make her at least take a break from work, but instead, she buried herself in her work, with the vicious bitch right next to her. On our supposed wedding day, Nancy sent me a video. It was a video of her about to set Riley’s company ablaze. I was made to choose between saving her company and getting married to her. Back then, I knew Riley was preparing to launch a new product and that if something went wrong it would hurt her so much, so I chose to hurt her rather than to watch her go through the trauma of watching her hard work go to waste. My absence that day made her ru

Third Book in the Billionaire Series. My Marriage is a Contract. Messed with my Arrogant Boss. The Billionaire’s Hidden Legacy "I don’t want to work for you. What if I refuse?" She asked and Lucas chuckled. "That, my dear, is not an option," Lucas replied as he dropped a pen on the file. "Sign it, or you can say goodbye to ever working,” he reminded her. Kiandra Aidan's life gets turned upside down when she gets drugged and has a one-night stand with a handsome stranger who turns out to be none other than a dangerous billionaire, Lucas Valencia and gets pregnant with his child.

A luxury car stopped at a beachside villa lobby . "So you held a wedding in this luxurious villa?" cried Grandma Nengah in shock. William rolled his eyes lazily. He was irritated and irritated at every babbling of Grandma Nengah. Because, all the way to the villa, the chatty grandmother never stopped nagging William because from the start there was no intention to invite Grandma Nengah. Grandmother Nengah protested loudly because she found out about her own grandson's wedding plans from the mass media.

“‘The Billionaire’s Virgin Bride.’ How fitting.” “Ethan!” “What? I’m just observing the parallels between your reading material and your current situation. Though I have to say, I’m disappointed by the lack of research accuracy.” I blinked. “Research accuracy?” “Well, you’re marrying a billionaire, but you’re hardly a virgin bride, are you?” His eyes glinted with mischief. “Unless there’s something you haven’t told me.” The heat in my cheeks could have powered a small city. “That’s none of your business!”

Beauty said and stood up to get the first aid. She bent to clean his woumds and his next words shocked her. “Marry me!" " Are you high? Why would I marry a stranger?" She snapped. " Then spend ninety days with me. In return I'll pay you a billion dollars. " He said and she gasped. " You're kidding right? “ She asked but his face was serious. " Why would you want to spend ninety days with me? “ " It would get my parents off my back. Besides you need the money too. “

My best friend screeched, shaking her head. "It's not a real date. We're not dating. Just sex." I reminded her. "Still, you both are married for fuck's sake! And you're married to a public figure too! God forbid, the wealthiest billionaire's new wife is seen wearing cheap stuffs and looking out of place. You better get used to your new status, at least for the next one year. If he's taking you to a fancy restaurant, and not a club, I'm assuming you'll be sitting down, which means, no open-toed shoes. They're the easiest to trip on. Wedge heels are safer and the best option, if you ask me. If the restaurant is too fancy, wear closed-toe high heels. I can't believe I have to tell you all of th

I breathed out, slumping onto the edge of the bed with a soft thud. My shoulders drooped. The silence in the room only made me more aware of how unprepared I felt. Being married to a billionaire didn’t automatically mean you knew how to dress the part. There were expectations—silent, loud, and always hovering. I was supposed to look elegant, put-together… untouchable. But right now, I looked like someone who barely rolled out of bed in an old shirt that used to be white. I dragged my fingers through my hair and glanced at the mirror across the room. My reflection stared back—plain, unsure, and still trying to figure things out.

"Turns out your daughter isn't useless after all. Don't worry, I'll make sure Blair gets what she wants." ~~~~ Back in France, Candice sat at her apartment, staring at the news article in disbelief. The headline read, "Charles Barrett’s Son Returns Home from France." Below it was a picture of Mason, the man she had been dating for 6 months now, and is currently engaged to. A man she thought she knew. Her assistant, Mia, had shown her the article, and now Candice’s mind was spinning. Mason wasn’t just some ordinary guy, he was a billionaire, the heir to the Barrett fortune. How could he have kept this from her?

Jasmine sat down immediately with a puzzled look on her face and Avery cut to the chase immediately, because he had no time to beat around the bush. “The woman from last night wasn’t just another woman like you called her.” He started. “She’s mine. She is Zoe Madrigal of Madrigal Hotels and she is my wife.” He didn’t fail to register the shocked look on her face that disappeared almost immediately. She didn’t stand up like he had expected, she only studied him. “You got married?” She asked and when he nodded his head, laughed out loud. “Well, that is surely a surprise. I didn’t see anything about it in the news, Avery.”