The Billionaire’s Discarded Bride Novels & Stories

One of the men present was my lawyer, he has the legal papers,and I guess the other man was the bride's relative. I am Wilfred Donaldson,the said broke Billionaire who is at the verge of bankruptcy. I am getting married to save the face of my company. I don't need to be told, but I knew I always have this cold look which has kept people away from me. I looked down at my watch, the time was past 8, yet the bride wasn't here. Could she be the type to always look lavish and dolled up? As dangerous thoughts crossed my mind, the door was pushed open. There was no need for me to take a glance before I knew she had arrived.

"Do you understand why you're here?" "No, actually. Your officers mentioned fraud and coercion, but I haven't done anything illegal." "That remains to be seen." She pulled out a document, my marriage contract. "Explain this." My stomach churned. "It's a marriage contract. Where did you get that?" "Answer the question, please." "It's exactly what it looks like. Alexander and I entered into a contractual marriage arrangement." "For money." "Yes. Three million dollars over two years, plus medical expenses for my mother."

She slowly turned around, remote in hand, and looked at him like she was about to cry. “This is all my fault,” she muttered before tears flowed down her pretty face. He walked towards her and pulled her into his arms, tightly hugging her. They stood there in silence as the television kept going. ‘Zaria Akurst, the wife of Clyde Akurst, was rumored to be caught playing the two young men at once. According to the report, she was never missing in the first place. Instead, she's been sleeping with the billionaire and deserted her husband whom she gave her vows to. Truly remarkable, a single woman is the cause between the tension of the wealthy young men of the Akurst and Fauler family. Let's tak

Wrapped securely around his waist was his hand, his fingers digging with steady, possessive firmness into his wife's side. To the glittering upper crust of international society, they were the undisputed king and queen of elite commerce—the ruthless billionaire titan and his breathtaking, blue-blooded bride. No one in that room knew the truth. No one knew that the real bride was currently sitting on the floor of a Canadian publishing firm earning an hourly wage. No one knew that the woman walking beside Ethan was an impostor, a twin sister who had usurped her sister's identity, only to find herself trapped in a nightmare of her own making.

Damian Blackwood waited at the altar like he was attending a funeral instead of his own wedding. Tall, still, unreadable. Black suit. Dark eyes. A mouth that looked as if it had forgotten how to be kind. For a second, Elena’s steps faltered. Her fingers tightened around the bouquet. Somewhere behind her, the wedding planner made a sharp little sound, probably terrified the bride was about to ruin the most photographed marriage deal of the year. Marriage deal. That was all it was. One year. One signature. One ruthless billionaire paying off her family’s debts in exchange for a wife he could parade in front of the board, the press, and his dying grandfather.

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.

Elena's blood ran cold. The mysterious man stepped into the light. Charles Vale. Adrian stared at him. “You.” Charles smiled. “I was beginning to think you'd never discover the truth.” Adrian stepped forward. “You kidnapped Victoria?” “No.” Charles looked at Victoria. “She came here willingly.” Victoria's eyes filled with tears. “That's not true.” Charles ignored her. He looked at Elena. “You want to know why this vault exists?” Elena said nothing. Charles pointed toward the shelves. “Because your family built its fortune on a lie.”

Amara Okoro has 72 hours to raise 10 million naira for her mother's surgery, or lose her forever. Jayden Cole, Lagos' most ruthless billionaire, needs a wife in 72 hours to secure his grandfather's 50-billion-naira inheritance. He doesn't believe in love. When Amara storms into his office begging for a loan, he makes her a cold offer: Marry me for 90 days. Be my perfect wife in public. I'll pay for your mother's surgery and clear your debts. No love. No touching. No questions. She has no choice but to say yes. But sharing the same mansion, the same bed, and the same lies — the contract is breaking. He is falling for the girl he bought, and she is falling for the monster she vowed

And every eye turned when we walked in. Adrian's hand was on my lower back. Not holding me close like a lover. Guiding me, steadying me, like he was afraid I would fall. He wore a black tuxedo that made him look even colder, even more untouchable. But his hand was warm through the thin fabric of my black dress. Cameras flashed. Whispers started instantly. "That's her... the contracted wife..." "Is it true she was..." "Poor Adrian..." Not because I was beautiful. Because I was the story. The poor girl who married a billionaire for two million dollars.