The Billionaire's Accidental Bride Pdf Novels & Stories

Amanda felt the joy and pride in every word he uttered. His face was red with embarrassment and envy. Who would have thought that what was considered the bastard of the Lazaro family was a rich man from an unknown family. He couldn't accept that it had gone to Anna. A man does not deserve such treatment. He felt even more annoyed with the woman. For her, Esteban is a prince charming. It laughed out loud. "Your husband's s-lucky, Mr. Montecillo." Esteban puffed a breath and smiled genuinely. "I am the lucky one with my husband."

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?"

It wasn't as if I was going to tell him a lie, he was the one who had pushed me to run away. I took a deep breath before steadying myself to answer his question. "First, I had no idea who you were, nobody really did, and I was not in love with the idea of marrying a stranger. Plus, I saw your henchmen beating up a defenseless man that day, so I concluded that you were probably a cruel, ruthless billionaire who doesn't care about others." I thought my answer would get Kylan angry or disappointed, but he broke down in a friendly laughter, one that I was compelled to join in. It did sound funny now that I thought about it.

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.

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.

"I'm getting you new set of clothes. Seeing your sense of fashion today, and I can't particularly say I was impressed. It's Asher btw." Realization dawned on me, followed by a jab at my heart and an eye roll. I could barely afford my bills, how the hell was I supposed to get clothes that suited his taste? Arriving at my apartment, I noticed that the lights were on. Right. I had to tell Diane. I just signed a marriage contract today which practically means I'm now a married woman. I mentally flinched at that reality. It hadn't set it yet. The reality that I was now married to the grandson of Howard Companies, a multi billionaire.

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 assured her quickly. Alright. You need to come home,” she said, her voice tinged with urgency. “Home? What for?” he echoed, confused. “The wedding didn't take place yesterday. We all left there in disappointment,” she said. Carlton paused, his cufflink dropped. “What happened?” “I have no idea,” his mother sighed. Just come home. Hopefully, Geoffrey will explain everything to us all. “Anyway, I'll be there soon,” he said, ending the call. He stared at his reflection in the mirror, his mind reeling. The bride had jilted his cousin? This day was turning out to be far more complicated than he had anticipated.

The day had started like any other room service trays, the smell of chamomile tea but the TV altered everything. BREAKING NEWS FROM MANILA," the voice of the reporter announced in clean English across the flicker of monitors. "A confidential family source has exposed stunning accusations that Charles Billion, the billionaire heir, and academic Fiona Generys married after a contractual agreement one made in return for the medical care of Generys' daughter.".

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.