The Billionaire's Bride: Our Vows Do Not Matter の小説・ストーリー

"They were going to put my father in prison. I didn't have a choice. I didn't even know I was pregnant yet when I took the money—" "You took the money," Julian repeated, the warmth in his eyes dying instantly, replaced by a cold, jagged wall of ice. He let go of her waist as if she had suddenly turned into a serpent. "All this time, I thought you were the one pure thing in my life. But you were just another transaction." "Julian, wait!" But he was already turning away, his face a mask of stone. The cameras flashed, capturing the moment the Billionaire turned his back on his bride-to-be.

“I'm not telling you shit! It was always there. You just didn't read it thoroughly.” “I did! There was nothing like that in the precontract I looked through. Why are you doing this to me? Just let me go. You don't love me after all.” My voice cracked. A tear clung to my lower lash, waiting to fall. “You weren't supposed to say yes,” he said between clenched teeth, closing the gap between us. “You were meant to turn me down. Who agrees to marry a man they've never met before? You were after the gains. A billionaire—why not?”

It doesn’t mean anything” I tell myself repeatedly as we start walking. We met the lawyers signed the required documents and in a few minutes, we were named husband and wife. Lily started clapping and smiling when the officiant said, “You can now kiss the bride” “Why” I shouted in my head.” We are not supposed to kiss” I thought to myself. I looked at Colton and saw him moving closer. I didn’t know when I closed my eyes until I felt his lips on my cheeks. I opened my eyes and stared at his. His dark eyes stared at me like he was mesmerized that I was his wife or something.

he said softly, leaning closer, "I can help you, beautiful lady." "Don't," Kyle's voice dropped dangerously low, "say that to my wife." I saw his jaw tighten, that subtle tell I'd learned to recognize over years of watching him from a distance. A bead of sweat rolled down his temple - something so uncharacteristic it made me blink. Kyle Branson didn't sweat. Kyle Branson was always perfect, always controlled. A bitter laugh threatened to escape my throat. Of course Daniel would think that. We didn't look like a couple. We looked exactly like what we were - a business arrangement gone wrong. A contract marriage where one party had foolishly fallen in love while the other pined for someone els

“‘The Billionaire’s Virgin Bride.’ How fitting.” “Ethan!” “What? I’m just observing the parallels between your reading material and your current situation. Though I have to say, I’m disappointed by the lack of research accuracy.” I blinked. “Research accuracy?” “Well, you’re marrying a billionaire, but you’re hardly a virgin bride, are you?” His eyes glinted with mischief. “Unless there’s something you haven’t told me.” The heat in my cheeks could have powered a small city. “That’s none of your business!”

But one thing I'm sure of is that he never thought it would turn into such a daunting request to give me out for marriage. No, it's never too late, all that matters right now is seeing Jimmy, and if It went smoothly, whatever agreement Dad and the Billionaire, which I'm sure to be Christian Grey kind of, had, will be nullified. God, Just don't fail me. “Madam we are here,” The driver said calmly as he grabbed the steering wheel firmly and his head slightly cocked looking at me. “Oh! So soon?” I abruptly snapped, because to be sincere I was far away in my dreamland.

There and then, he decided that on his off day, he would visit a close relative that he knew could help him. Something is wrong; Rudney’s guts kept nagging at him. However, Rudney’s thoughts were interrupted by the show on the television. He hissed and looked away, saying, “They are always showing stale gist.” If Lily had been here, they would have gossiped and laughed about it, but while Rudney pondered on that, the words of the presenter floated into his ears. A couple of days ago, Billionaire CEO to Bridger Empire, Christopher Bridger ties the knot with his bride, Ahsley Grander, in a discreet, but elite manner.

Pulling at his shirt's sleeves, he lets his gaze wander on my body. "Let's sleep together then. I'm a pretty busy man. I don't have the time to go on a hundred dates." He sexily runs a hand through his hair. "And it's not like my answer to wanting to marry you will change after a hundred dates." He straightens his back to take a better look at me. "I like you, and the way you were checking me out earlier, I can say you feel the same. And let me tell you, I'm capable, wealthy, handsome, and well-established. Then why shouldn't we get married?" I'm unexpectedly out of words since he's making valid points. I lick my lips, not knowing what to say. I exhale as I come up with something that makes