The Billionaire's Bride: Our Vows Do Not Matter 소설 & 이야기

Theo had always refused proposals, but this time the amount of money that was offered was so huge, he just couldn't refuse. "Kristof is a fine man. Wealthy, kind, generous, and somehow willing to marry a disobedient brat like you." "A fine man? Do you know what the people in town say about him? How can I marry someone like that? Mother,tell him! Tell him I can't and I won't do it!" Spencer referred to her mother, screaming. Her mother desperately looked at her. She had tears in her eyes and her lower lip was trembling, but she couldn't talk back to her husband because she also knew they had more children to take care of. So she said nothing.

Sarah giggled. “Why not get get married to him then?” Chloe wiped her tears as they rolled down, “He is a billionaire right? And you love material things, you should just get married to him and..” “How dare you speak to me like that!” Sarah flared and tried to move closer to Chloe, but Isabella stopped her. “You don’t have to do anything Sarah, she will get married, whether she likes it or not.”

"I left him while you were still growing inside me. I chose you over everything he had. And I would choose you again a thousand times." I reached across and put my small hand over hers. She turned her palm up and held it. "Promise me something," she whispered. "Anything, Mama." "Never marry a billionaire." .... *Twenty three years later.* .... The restaurant was beautiful in the way that expensive things always are, all dim gold lighting and white linen and the kind of silence that money buys so that rich people never have to hear the world outside. I sat across from Gabriel Weston and watched his mouth move. He was saying the right things. They always say the right things. Flowers on the ta

“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.”

"You don't need to look that shocked. I need to get married. My bride just ditched me. I need a bride and I want you to be my bride. I'm ready to pay anything." She suddenly looked disgusted. She had expected his condescending pride. One she knew most billionaires inevitably had. But she was disgusted he sounded so sure money was just enough to convince her. "I don't need your money. What d'you think I am? What d'you take me for? A bride on sale?" He scratched his head regretfully. "I didn't mean it like that..." "Of course you didn't," she cut in sarcastically.

Sylas inclined his head, just slightly, “Mrs. Varon,” My mother blinked, And I stepped forward, “I know all of this is sudden,” I said, my voice growing stronger with every word that left my lips, “And I know it sounds insane, but I am fine, I am safe. And this is my decision.” My mother scoffed, “Did you get married to him just because he is a billionaire?” I parted my lips, and Sylas beat me to it. “No,” he said calmly, “Vera married a man who would respect her and protect her boundaries.”

Because she knew what the world had just witnessed: A wedding without a kiss. A bride without a smile. A billionaire who refused to pretend. And Elena, trapped inside the role, realizing that even her humiliation was part of his design.

“Vivian, what are you doing crying like a baby? so your intentions are to paint me evil should it be your husband walks in now you would say I beat you up right? Anyways, that's not happening” Jolting and snapping out of her traumatic experience Vivian got a hold of herself. “What is your mission here in my house?” She asked softly, “I thought you left Jerald already? What are you doing back here? Is it because he is way richer now? And no longer the struggling young man you left then? I know you are here for the money. I can get him to write you a good cheque that will take care of you and your lifestyle. please just leave my marriage alone please”