The Billionaire’s Discarded Bride Novels & Stories

“Yeah thanks thats money talking “, I said. “You married Charlie Hearth? Like everyone knows he is a sad billionaire, he doesn’t show his face at all, because he is sad and thats who you married? Because of money? But you’re not poor Alice, you’re doing real good for yourself, like why would you do that to yourself?”. “I just got retired by my “sad billionaire husband “ he asked me not to go to work anymore unless it’s by invitation, and Im getting an extra 2 million to do that, I don’t care what you think “.

“Wouldn’t what? Get caught up in something over his head? Because that is exactly what has occurred from where I am standing. Leila swallowed hard. Tunde had always been smart, but he was also young, ambitious, and sometimes reckless. If he had gotten mixed up with the wrong people… No. She wouldn’t let him go down for this. She forced herself to meet Adrian’s gaze. “What do you want?” Adrian leaned back against the bar, considering her. Then he said, casually—too casually— “Marry me.” Leila looked up. “What?” His smirk didn’t waver. "Wedding me." Laughter bubbled up in her chest, sharp and incredulous. “That’s the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard.”

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

His expression darkened immediately. Elara stepped closer. “What is it?” Adrian slowly turned the phone toward her. Her heart nearly stopped. A news article filled the screen. BLACKWOOD FAMILY DRAMA: RUNAWAY BRIDE RETURNS. Below the headline were several photos. One showed Lillian entering the Blackwood mansion earlier that day. Another showed her crying dramatically outside the gates. The caption read: “Sources claim the billionaire groom replaced his runaway bride with her unknown cousin.” Elara felt the ground disappear beneath her feet. “They know.”

Julian read the headline: "EXCLUSIVE: THE BLACKOUT WEDDING. Sources confirm billionaire Adrian Whitmore and Arabella Ashford were officially married two days ago in an ultra-private, highly secured location in the Hudson Valley, completely outsmarting high-society observers. The new Madame Whitmore is reportedly resting comfortably at an undisclosed honeymoon estate." The phone in Julian Vance’s hand felt suddenly hot and heavy as the bold text of the headline flashed like a physical blow. ...completely outsmarting high-society observers. The new Madame Whitmore is reportedly resting comfortably at an undisclosed honeymoon estate.

"I left him while you were still growing inside me. I chose you over everything he had. And I would choose you again a thousand times." I reached across and put my small hand over hers. She turned her palm up and held it. "Promise me something," she whispered. "Anything, Mama." "Never marry a billionaire." .... *Twenty three years later.* .... The restaurant was beautiful in the way that expensive things always are, all dim gold lighting and white linen and the kind of silence that money buys so that rich people never have to hear the world outside. I sat across from Gabriel Weston and watched his mouth move. He was saying the right things. They always say the right things. Flowers on the ta

“My godsons are currently refusing to check up on their poor godmother. They won't get married, they won't give me grandchildren… retirement begins to feel quite lonely as a woman when your boys are too busy being brooding and successful.” “Oh, I’m sorry to hear that,” I respond, penning her name into the ledger. I hand her the box, but before she can take it, a man in a dark suit, presumably her driver, appears out of nowhere to take the load. Through the library’s front windows, I catch a glimpse of her transport: a 2024 Bentley, gleaming in a deep, luxurious red. It looks like a drop of blood against the gray asphalt of our main street. “I didn't get your name, Miss,” Tabitha says, pausin

It was still early morning, and work hadn’t fully started, so gossip was welcome. When she reached Anna’s desk, where most of them had gathered, she paused and smiled again. “Well,” she said slowly, enjoying the suspense, “I just got some classified information.” Gasps followed immediately. “It turns out,” Nate continued, “that the tech billionaire divorced his wife not too long ago. And guess why?” Everyone leaned in. “Because of the woman he is about to marry now.” The hall erupted. “What?” “He was married before?” “Who would divorce such a handsome man?”

I wanted to check my schedule for tomorrow before calling it a night. I opened my web browser, intending to head straight to my inbox, but the default home page automatically refreshed with the evening's top trending headlines. A bold, red breaking news banner stretched across the top of the screen and I froze. "TECH TITAN ADRIAN KINGSLEY ANNOUNCES ENGAGEMENT TO FASHION MOGUL NADIRA IVORY" My blood turned to pure ice. On display below the headline was a photograph taken at a gala in the city. Standing on the red carpet with his arm wrapped around my Twin sister was Adrian. My ex-husband.

"The head of security mentioned he stepped out to take a call. You know how the Kingston board is, even on their wedding day. The merger documents for the Shanghai expansion were finalized this morning. He’s likely just securing his legacy before he officially begins his life with you." Sophia nodded, forcing herself to believe the narrative. She had spent the last year navigating Alexander’s world, learning that for a man of his stature, love was rarely an island; it was a kingdom, and kingdoms required constant tending. Still, a strange, hollow sensation bloomed in her chest. She turned away from the mirror, her heels clicking against the marble floor as she paced the length of the bridal