The Billionaire's Bride: Our Vows Do Not Matter Novels & Stories

The wind blew gently across the lot, but it did nothing to cool the heat between us. “Did you see how he was looking at you?” he continued, eyes flashing. “Like he had the right.” I scoffed and shook my head. “You’re unbelievable.” “No.” His voice dropped, quieter now, but stronger. “I’m a man who keeps his vows—even if they were signed on paper. Whether this marriage started with a contract or not, I don’t share what’s mine.” I stared at him, my heart pounding. I didn’t know if I wanted to scream, cry, or fall into his arms.

“You betting on the bride or the groom?” “Neither,” he murmured, glancing at Olivia, who was already dabbing at her eyes. “Looks like we have a winner.” Chelsea bit back a laugh. “Sentimental much?” Austin chuckled. “It’s a billionaire wedding, Chels. Someone has to get emotional over the sheer price tag.” "Price tag, huh? Hahaha..." As Nova reached Bentley, their eyes locked. He offered his hand, and she took it without hesitation.

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.

“I need context, Ava. Context and tea. Because what I heard…” “You heard wrong.” I stride past her toward the couch. “I heard ‘prove the marriage is real,’ and unless he’s talking about a blood test, I did not hear wrong!” “Maya.” I drop onto the sofa, pinch the bridge of my nose. “It’s complicated.” “Then uncomplicate it.” “There’s nothing to explain.” Her brows shoot up. “So the billionaire you’re allegedly marrying didn’t just proposition you through legal paperwork?” I reach for the remote. “You’re being dramatic.”

“And sweetheart, don’t give this man a hard time. A beautiful wife is waiting for him on that island.” “Thanks, Belle.” I straightened my seat and placed my bag on the table. I also ordered the same drinks they were drinking. “Sorry to ruin your anniversary, but I wouldn’t be here if this deal doesn’t mean anything to me.” He studied me from head to toe. “You’ve got billions. Why in the hell are you interested in my business?”

She didn't deny the statement. Theo continued without hesitation, "And I need a wife to maintain my company's reputation." His strong hand reached for a document atop the desk, then placed it gently before Hazel. The white paper looked simple, but Hazel knew its contents were likely more complex than they appeared. "This is a business marriage," he said flatly. "Nothing more, nothing less." The word "marriage" echoed in Hazel's head, making her world shake violently. Marriage? This must be a joke.

My breath hitched, disbelief mingling with hope. Before I could say anything, he knelt down on one knee right in front of me. “Leila,” he said, voice low and raw, “I know this marriage started as a business deal, but I want it to be so much more. I want you—not just as my wife on paper—but as my partner, my equal, my forever.” I stared at the ring—simple, elegant, nothing flashy. Just a plain band with a small diamond catching the light. It was perfect because it was honest. Real.

he murmured. The ride to Adrian's home was very silent. I sat stiffly at the back seat of his gleaming black Rolls-Royce, hands clasped in my lap. The ring on my hand was a gorgeous, chilly weight, just as the man beside me, thumbing through his phone like he hadn't just committed himself to a complete stranger. Last week, I was a desperate woman with no other options. And now, I am Valentine Sebastian, wife to one of the wealthiest men, a man I barely knew. Tied to a future that felt like a dream.

"You better do. Get that girl out of my house and find a convincing reason for bringing her into the house. My name mustn't be dragged into this, understood!?" "Understood sir" I fumed with rage. *** *** *** Happy Restaurant. Vivian's pov "I'm telling you" one of the customers pouted at others who did not seem to believe what he was saying. I moved round the tables, packing the used plates and cups. He leaned over and continued "These so-called billionaire families have no shame. I heard the bride canceled the wedding, and they sent their guards searching for a young suitable bride". With a developed interest in the little gossip, I returned to the counter.