Romans & histoires The Billionaire's Bride: Our Vows Do Not Matter

’ Oh, he's only marrying me because he wants to avoid getting married to Sabrina. But what about Garrett? it's finally time to let go of him. ‘umm, I have something to tell you.’ ‘okay go on.’ ‘I have a boyfriend-' ‘break up with him.’ Oh, that was fast. ‘here's the contract, I had drafted some things down, go through it and write the amount you want. I left that blank.’ The amount I want. I’m getting married to a billionaire. ‘Okay, sir.’ I stared at the piece of paper before me with a set of rules and regulations that we were expected to abide by.

And so, with a heavy heart and a voice that threatens to betray me, I utter the words that seal our fate. "I do." As the ring slips onto my finger, I can feel the weight of it settling like a shackle, binding me to a life that is not my own. And yet, amidst the sea of unfamiliar faces and the swell of emotions, I only look for one person. The elegant lady who sat with the groom’s parents, her expression was unreadable, but her gaze was sharp, reminding me of the terms of our agreement. It was because of her that I was now privileged to wear a gown that I never thought I would, and it was because of her that I was pulled into a world that was vastly different from the one I had known all my l

"Mr., I really appreciate the fact that you saved me from getting embarrassed yesterday and I wouldn't dare take it for granted. I had to do what I did yesterday because I wasn't thinking straight and we can't even be called a couple," I explained gently, trying to make him see my point of view. "Why do you say so? We were made husband and wife. We exchanged vows in front of 200+ citizens and in front of God. We have been blessed by God and the priest," "Sir, you are getting this whole thing wrong. Yes, we had a church wedding but it was only a facade. It wasn't real. I don't even know you and you don't know me too," I uttered, already getting annoyed by his stubborn attitude. He is a clown

“Let’s break up, Jasmine.” She scoffed arrogantly before ripping the unopened enveloped to pieces. He looked at her, not surprised by her reaction. “That had a very good agreement in it.” “I knew you were cold, but not this cold.” She replied. “Why are you breaking up with me with an agreement? Did we sign one before we began dating?” “You know what the agreement is for Jasmine.” He said to her, a meaningful look passing between the both of them. “What? So that I don’t tell the world that the business owner they love and adore has a crazy identity disorder?” She asked in the rudest manner and he took a step backward. Moments like these required him to be rational, so that he wouldn’t do what

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

"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.

"Cassandra Alicia Hastings, do you vow to take Sebastain Williams Spencer your husband, to live together in holy matrimony, to love, honor, obey and Cherise, in love, health and in sickness, through sorrow and pains for all the days of your life?" When it was my turn to say the vows, silence consumed me. I closed my eyes and swallowed. I can't do this

“His bride disappeared? Did she die or…” “No one knows.” He replied and my heart stopped. “It could be that she ran away or got kidnapped. No one knows actually. But Romanov has to get married in two days. And his bride will automatically get over half of his properties.” He explained and I paused, turning to look at him in shock. “Half? That man is a billionaire! If that's the case, why would his bride run? Unless she was in trouble.” I muttered, mostly to myself than to him and he sighed. “Wait, how do you know all this?”

I said before I continued my speech. "Ummm so I need a bride as soon as yesterday. I have drawn up a contract which states that I will marry a girl and offer her 3 million dollars and after 6 months we go our separate ways. Pretend as though nothing happened." I said, and lifted right her eyebrow in awe as I pushed the file papers across the table to her. "So, here is the contract. You're the chosen girl for me." I said and handed her the contract with a smirk and she looked dumbfounded and bewildered. Her mouth was just hanging open, speechless and in shock.