The Billionaire's Accidental Bride Novels & Stories

Ermanno chuckled, hoisting me up into his arms and carrying me like a bride towards the private jet, a gleaming tribute to my favorite color combination of deep red and black. Being married to a billionaire certainly had its perks, one of which was the added comfort and luxury afforded to me by my private jet. As I slept soundly in Ermanno's arms, he quietly observed my peaceful slumber, savoring the sight of his new bride as we journeyed to Japan. Though the flight was a lengthy 12 hours, I slept through the entire trip, allowing myself to recharge after the whirlwind events of my wedding. Meanwhile, Ermanno conversed with Neo, occasionally glancing back at me with a tender expression.

My coffee’s gone stone cold, but I drink the last of it anyway, just to keep myself grounded. ‎ ‎When I close the file, it leaves a faint print of dust on my fingertips. ‎ ‎Damon Vale. Billionaire. Alleged criminal. ‎ ‎Somewhere inside that stack of paper is a truth that could ruin him—or save him. I don’t know which yet. ‎ ‎But as I lean back and stare at his photo one more time, something twists in my chest. Curiosity. A spark of challenge. ‎ ‎People like him aren’t supposed to fall.

Mocking. “Well, of course,” Ellie said lazily. “She’s already planned everything.” Kate stopped speaking. Ellie leaned back, crossing her legs slowly. “This was always the goal, wasn’t it honey ? The money. The comfort. The lifestyle.” Her gaze slid over Kate deliberately. “You wanted to be a billionaire’s wife so badly you schemed your way into his life. How desperate ” Kate didn’t react. She had learned long ago that silence hurt more than words. “All poor people are the same,” Ellie continued lightly. “They grab whatever opportunity they can even if it means stealing someone else’s life.”

It had been years since I had set foot in this city, and I couldn't help but feel a pang of nostalgia mixed with excitement. I was here with a purpose, and it was all thanks to Cullen, my new billionaire husband. Sure, our marriage was a contract, but it allowed me to experience a life of luxury that I never thought was possible. I couldn't complain, especially since I was never going to be broke again. But as we approached the city, I couldn't help but think about Drew. Why was he in my head? Why couldn't I stop thinking about him?? Lost in my thoughts, I barely noticed when the driver announced our arrival at our destination. I stepped out of the car and took a long look at the most expens

After that, he kissed the back of my hand. I was startled by his sudden action. "Oh, I feel fine. After all, this day is going to end," I replied. He gently placed my hand back on my lap, and he lowered his face to mine. "I can't believe you're my wife now, Myrtle," he said and plastered a genuine grin. I can see that he is definitely happy. "I can't believe it either. I'm married to a very haughty billionaire," I responded and smirked at him.

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?"

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

“Wouldn’t what? Get caught up in something over his head? Because that is exactly what has occurred from where I am standing. Leila swallowed hard. Tunde had always been smart, but he was also young, ambitious, and sometimes reckless. If he had gotten mixed up with the wrong people… No. She wouldn’t let him go down for this. She forced herself to meet Adrian’s gaze. “What do you want?” Adrian leaned back against the bar, considering her. Then he said, casually—too casually— “Marry me.” Leila looked up. “What?” His smirk didn’t waver. "Wedding me." Laughter bubbled up in her chest, sharp and incredulous. “That’s the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard.”

"I told you I didn't." "It's just that the timing is so suspicious." She tilted her head, voice carrying further now, drawing more eyes from nearby clusters of guests. "Jilted at the altar one week, married to a billionaire the next. Pregnant within a month." Her eyes dropped briefly to my stomach. "Almost like you had a plan." "I didn't plan any of this." "Of course not." Her tone made it clear she believed the opposite entirely. "Forgive me if I find it hard to believe a stranger from nowhere just happened to land herself a fortune through pure accident."

Are you alright?” The young woman quickly bent down to help the elderly lady who had fallen to the ground after being shoved aside by one of the bodyguards. In front of the grand cathedral, a luxurious bridal car had just arrived. The moment the car door opened, chaos erupted. Camera flashes exploded from every direction as reporters rushed forward, desperate to capture the first glimpse of the bride of the Wedding of the Year. Today, the mysterious heiress of the powerful Sutherland Group, the wealthiest family in the country, was finally getting married.