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

It was genuine. “I don’t want to get married for money” This was something I promised myself. I have watched someone I cared about get into a marriage all for the sake of money and she lost herself in it. The end was bad. I don’t want that. “Prince charming, coming to lift you off your feet and make you the happiest woman alive,” he said, a small smile on his lips. I let my tensed shoulders ease up. I closed my eyes and let out a sigh, when I opened my eyes, Alessandro was a foot away from me. And just like his closeness seized the air, I could barely breathe properly.

She wasn't sure what to expect, but she was determined to make the most of this opportunity. As the ceremony began, Emily's mind raced with thoughts of what her life would be like as the wife of a billionaire. She had heard stories of lavish parties, fancy cars, and designer clothes, but it all seemed like a dream to her. Her thoughts were soon interrupted as the priest asked her to step forward to exchange vows with her new husband. Emily looked up into Alexander's eyes and felt a jolt of nerves. He was a handsome man, with dark hair and piercing blue eyes, but he was also cold and distant, with an intensity that made her uneasy.

Laura, grateful for my words, smiled weakly while Susie let out a sound of displeasure and stormed off a few steps ahead of us. Sorry babe, I almost called out but held my tongue. I would make it up to her later. "It's just... When we moved to Vegas, all everyone could talk about was the new Mrs Lowell. How she rose from shame to fame. And had nothing before she scored the richest man in Vegas." Laura explained and I smiled. Of course, people thought that about me. No one knew it was a bloody contract that I had been conned into by my very own fiancee. The man whom I was going to marry! He sold me to the Lowells and went on his merry way like some fucking philistine.

He didn't tell her anything of such and didn't even behave in such manner. Anytime she remembered they were legally, really married, not based on a contract or revenge, it always brought smiles to her face, her cheeks always warms but now …. She couldn't smile not when she was seeing all of these. “With all this ongoing, the billionaire seems to have an undissolved marriage,” the host said, a perplexed look on his face. “What?” Juliet’s brows knitted together, surprise flashing through her expression. Aliyah tilted her head slightly. “What the hell are they saying?”

They finally had their ammunition. "So where's this husband of yours? I don't see anyone!" "Maybe your husband is that stray dog on the ground!" They mocked me while calling out to passersby. "Everyone, come look! This woman told us that she's marrying a billionaire and insisted on bringing us here to witness it! Would you look at that? There's not even a single soul in sight!" "People these days lie without even thinking! How dare she make up something like this?" "I'll make a bet right now! If this billionaire she's talking about shows up within 15 minutes, I'll give everyone here ten thousand dollars!"

I didn't know if it was Damien or Gloria and I was too afraid to ask. I unpacked my one bag. It took four minutes. My things looked small and apologetic inside the enormous wardrobe there are two three dresses, two pairs of jeans, a cardigan I'd had since university, my good coat. I pushed them to one side and closed the wardrobe door and sat on the edge of the bed. The mattress received me like a sigh. I had been awake since four in the morning. I had made a wedding bouquet, attended a wedding, been the bride at that wedding, and was now sitting in a billionaire's penthouse in Vivienne's dress with a ring on my finger that wasn't meant for me.

“He has already wired me half of the said payment and will pay the rest of the money when the marriage is official.” “I will not marry someone I don’t love!” I shot to my feet, my voice rising before I would know it. This couldn’t be happening. I had plans for my life, real ones, and none of them involved being handed over to a brute like Adrian. “Sarah!” My father slammed his fist against the desk. I flinched at the sharp sound, but forced myself to stay upright. The door opened slowly, and mom walked in. I walked to her immediately, holding her hands. “Mom, please,” I said, my voice unsteady. “Talk to him. I can’t marry Adrian. He doesn’t love me, and …”

Ten minutes. That was all it would take to solve the biggest problem in my life. But solving problems often created new ones. "What happens after that?" I asked. "You move into my home." "And we pretend to be married." "Correct." "For a year." "Yes." I stared at him carefully. "People will believe it?" "They will believe whatever I tell them." His confidence sounded almost frightening. I thought about the newspaper articles I had read about him. Young billionaire builds tech empire. Ruthless businessman crushes competitors.

The headline made my blood run cold. "Christopher Zane's Secret First Marriage Revealed: Billionaire's Past Hidden from Current Wife." My hands went numb as I took the phone from Claire, scrolling through the article with growing horror. According to the piece, Christopher had been married before, years ago, to a woman named Katherine Morrison. The marriage had lasted less than a year before ending in what was described as a "bitter and costly divorce." There were photos—grainy but unmistakable—of a younger Christopher signing what appeared to be legal documents, a beautiful dark-haired woman beside him.