Novel & Cerita The Billionaire's Accidental Bride

I asked amidst laughter. “Hey, get your facts right. That is my place.” “I am his wife, not you,” I shook my head. Emerald scoffed and swept her hair to the back. She looked pissed and like she had a lot in mind to do to me. “I was betrothed to me. That accident caused this shit!” “The moment I married him, he became mine,” I said. “Hey, are you crazy?!” My father yelled. “Does this make sense to you?!” I retorted.

She'd been there through every heartbreak, every bad decision, every late-night crisis. "He recognized me," I said finally. "From years ago. From a hospital. We met when we were teenagers." There was a pause so long I checked to see if the call had dropped. "I'm sorry," Maya said slowly, "you're telling me that your billionaire husband, whom you married on a blind date, turns out to be a long-lost childhood connection? That's not a plot twist, Elena. That's a whole new genre." "I know," I said, laughing despite myself. "It's insane. I'm aware."

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.

He began to play the scenes in his mind: from the feeling she stirred in him that night he kissed her, to the fierceness in her eyes when she had accused him of stealing her work, to his mother's suspicions about her being pregnant by him and the conditional clause that he had to get married to take the helm of affairs at his father's hospital, back to Annabelle's mounting medical bills. He stopped in his tracks as the solution became evident. He'd solved the problem with the same concentration skill that made him a billionaire before thirty. A simple arrangement that would solve both their problems. His lips curved slightly. She would have the money she needed, and he would reclaim his fath

Some new voice speaks. I move my gaze. I get frightened a little when I see some old woman and my guess say she is Katherine Hobsons "Yes. Hello." I compose myself. "I'm Katherine, wife of the owner of this mansion." She introduces herself, "Nice to meet you." I'm feeling like I'm caught off-guard by her unexpected visit at my work area. It's the first time I'm seeing her in person. The billionaire's wife, who is a billionaire herself, standing in front of me.

One of the men present was my lawyer, he has the legal papers,and I guess the other man was the bride's relative. I am Wilfred Donaldson,the said broke Billionaire who is at the verge of bankruptcy. I am getting married to save the face of my company. I don't need to be told, but I knew I always have this cold look which has kept people away from me. I looked down at my watch, the time was past 8, yet the bride wasn't here. Could she be the type to always look lavish and dolled up? As dangerous thoughts crossed my mind, the door was pushed open. There was no need for me to take a glance before I knew she had arrived.

"Why would you shame our family like this, Camille? You now go around seeing men? Who the hell is the man on the screen?" The big hall was filled with tension as Sean walked in, his presence commanding attention. "And what happens if the man in the video is me?" he said, his voice confident and authoritative. The guests murmured among themselves, shocked by his sudden appearance. "Is it not Sean Rodriguez, the most wealthy billionaire in the whole city?" someone whispered. "I think he is. I've seen him in magazines and on TV, never got a chance of seeing him in person." "What could be be doing here?"

He did not seem to mind, his attention focused on the guests, his charm and charisma on full display. Although he was on the wheelchair, it felt like he was up and standing with the way he carried himself. As the night wore on, Adriel's smile began to falter, his eyes clouding with a different kind of expression. Emma noticed, her gaze flicking to his legs, hidden beneath the tablecloth. She knew the new said he was crippled, his legs paralyzed from the waist down. A tragic accident, the media outlet had said. The music slowed, and Adriel's eyes locked on hers, his gaze intense. Emma's heart raced, her palms growing sweaty. He extended his hand, his smile twisted. "Shall we dance, my bride?"

Hearing him acknowledge her abilities so directly left her strangely unsettled. Fortunately, the shock only lasted a few seconds. Then common sense returned. "Competent people don't marry their bosses." "They do if the offer is good enough." There it was. The billionaire. The man who had spent so much of his life surrounded by wealth that he genuinely believed every problem had a price tag attached to it. No matter how serious the situation became, his first instinct was still to solve it with money. Charlotte slowly folded her arms across her chest and fixed him with a skeptical look.

“His bride disappeared? Did she die or…” “No one knows.” He replied and my heart stopped. “It could be that she ran away or got kidnapped. No one knows actually. But Romanov has to get married in two days. And his bride will automatically get over half of his properties.” He explained and I paused, turning to look at him in shock. “Half? That man is a billionaire! If that's the case, why would his bride run? Unless she was in trouble.” I muttered, mostly to myself than to him and he sighed. “Wait, how do you know all this?”