Novel & Cerita The Billionaire's Bride: Our Vows Do Not Matter

“You have no idea what it took to be ‘fine.’” I shook my head. “I don’t want to see you. I don’t want to talk to you. Whatever you came here for, you can turn around and leave.” That was when his eyes changed. It was subtle, but I knew that look. “I saw you on the news,” he said slowly. “With that billionaire guy.” My stomach tightened. “And?” “I heard you’re married to him now.” I said nothing. “You see,” he continued, nodding like he’d just solved a puzzle, “I knew you were going to do fine for yourself.”

He began to play the scenes in his mind: from the feeling she stirred in him that night he kissed her, to the fierceness in her eyes when she had accused him of stealing her work, to his mother's suspicions about her being pregnant by him and the conditional clause that he had to get married to take the helm of affairs at his father's hospital, back to Annabelle's mounting medical bills. He stopped in his tracks as the solution became evident. He'd solved the problem with the same concentration skill that made him a billionaire before thirty. A simple arrangement that would solve both their problems. His lips curved slightly. She would have the money she needed, and he would reclaim his fath

“No. I’m disgusted in you. But somehow you get to come up to me because of the man I married.” “I checked their ID. They are more than 18. But this is not about me. This is about you. And if I’m being honest, why would you go ahead to be with someone like that that has no money? Why did you not go for somebody that is at least a millionaire? I’ve heard the news. Your marriage was a wonderful one. You spent a lot on it. Had a lot of private ministers in it. But what happens next? You guys go on living your life happily ever after. Your image is shifting with this guy in it. As your friend, I’m telling you, think twice about it. It’s not too late to back out. Billionaires make mistakes all the

I look back, and Zara is still standing on the same spot I just moved away from. She hasn't moved a foot since I started walking. She still has the train of my dress in her hands, and she looks like she's ready to drag me to the floor with it. "Babe! What the fuck are you doing?" I whisper-yell at her. "You see that?" she says, still standing firm in her spot. “A hot-ass billionaire, a man who could have sent a hundred men to crash this wedding, came here himself. For you. He's gonna get dragged to a cell right now because of it."

Listening to her it was as if she was explaining something as simple and natural as making a cake, and not weird and crazy as marrying a man she was already engaged to. “Wait, hold up,” I said, finding my voice. “Let me get this straight, you want to pay me to marry your fiance? Why?” “It dosen’t matter. It's only for some months. Then you will be free and I’ll give you five million dollars.” She said. My eyes nearly popped out of my head. If she was willing to spend that kind of money then obviously it did matter and I told her so. “Why don’t you want to marry him?” I asked.

Third Book in the Billionaire Series. My Marriage is a Contract. Messed with my Arrogant Boss. The Billionaire’s Hidden Legacy "I don’t want to work for you. What if I refuse?" She asked and Lucas chuckled. "That, my dear, is not an option," Lucas replied as he dropped a pen on the file. "Sign it, or you can say goodbye to ever working,” he reminded her. Kiandra Aidan's life gets turned upside down when she gets drugged and has a one-night stand with a handsome stranger who turns out to be none other than a dangerous billionaire, Lucas Valencia and gets pregnant with his child.

He says As we start moving to the cafeteria in the office building. "So how does it feel living with a billionaire? You didn't even bother calling me. At first I was worried about how your insemination went and the next thing I see is my best friend who's an independent career woman getting married to a hot sexy italian billionaire."He says with a shocked look on his face. "I mean I was shocked, Because he swore never to get married"He says..

Alex said, resolute. Emily's smile reduced and her brow furrowed in confusion. She nodded at Alex for him to continue. “I want you to be my wife," Alex finally blurted out. Emily's eyes widened in surprise, her mouth opened in shock. It wasn't a big deal for Alex to propose such an offer to any girls. He's a young billionaire and handsome at the same time. Moreover, he's a playboy and every lady is dying to be with him for just one day so who wouldn't want to be his fake wife?

He was only a few inches apart from me, I could sense the possessiveness written all over his face. "What do you mean by I am yours?" I asked staring at him in disbelief. Dominic sighed in response. "You must marry me, Either that or I ruin you. I am giving you a choice now, choose wisely." He said boldly. My goodness, even his pride irritated me. He carried himself with so much high regard, way too much that it made me really annoyed. Who did he really think he was? A billionaire? So what? He did not own my life. Marrying him was the last thing I would do.

The thought of both of them smiling at each other, holding their hands as they said their vows before thousands of equally rich people… I didn’t even belong there. If a billionaire was fucking getting married, there was no way I would belong among the crowd of people that would be invited. It was a fucking island, the only way anyone would be able to reach an island would be to use a fucking helicopter, and I doubted Benjamin would invite anyone who didn’t own one. I could imagine them just taking a sip of some expensive wine, the name in some French cursive that was too long to pronounce, their eyes skittering across my outfit that was my best to pass of anywhere, judging me.