The Billionaire’s Discarded Bride Novels & Stories

My father made some bad investments and now, his wife has taken matters into her own hands to marry me off to a scary billionaire. Does she even care for my well being or was it all about keeping her fancy jewelries and Birkin bags? “The wedding will take place in a week’s time,” The billionaire announced. “A week?” Mother echoed. “That is not enough time to prepare.” “It is when you can pay people to speed up the process for you. Tell me what you want and I will find the best people in the country to get it done.” His voice bounced off the walls and vibrated my eardrums. A week. My life was being snatched from my fingers like a sharp object in the prying fingers of a kid. And I had no choic

the man replied evenly. The tension between them snapped tight instantly. Kieran’s jaw clenched. “That’s my wife, " he said. His tone was sharp with ownership. "Step aside.” My heart pounded harder. The word wife felt like chains tightening around me I shook my head weakly. Tears slipped down the sides of my face. “No…" I whispered. "Please…” The stranger glanced down at me briefly. Just for a second.. It was enough. He saw it. The fear. The desperation. The truth.

Hello dearest readers, We have finally reached the end of The Billionaire's Discarded Bride! 277 chapters of chaos, tears, revenge, redemption, and way too many dramatic confrontations. I can’t believe we made it. I’m sitting here emotional, exhausted, and slightly proud of myself for not abandoning this story halfway through like I threatened to do at least seventeen times. 😭

“And this has to do with me?” “I want you to marry me.” The café seemed to tilt. She laughed. Loudly. “That’s insane.” He reached into his coat and placed a folded document on the table. A check. Her laughter died. The amount made her dizzy. Half a million dollars. “I’ll cover your mother’s medical bills,” he said. “All of them. Immediately. The rest is yours.” Her hands trembled. “You don’t even know me.” “I don’t need to.” “That’s supposed to convince me?”

"What ceremony?" William looked at her. "The first one." Silence. "The one nobody remembers." Marcus leaned closer to the camera. "That ceremony was the beginning of everything." The screen went black. Then one final message appeared. CHAPTER ONE OF YOUR MARRIAGE WAS NEVER RECORDED. Alice stared at the words. William reached for her hand. This time, she let him take it. Whatever had happened nine years ago, one thing was becoming clear. Their marriage hadn't started with the wedding Alice remembered. It had started with a secret neither of them had been allowed to keep.

Love, Emily. Richard's vision blurred. He clutched the letter tightly against his chest. "I'm so sorry..." Downstairs... Margaret's phone suddenly rang. She answered lazily. "Hello?" A cheerful voice replied, "Congratulations!" Margaret frowned. "For what?" "I just saw the news online." "What news?" "The billionaire wedding!" "They're saying Alexander Blackwood got married after the bride disappeared." Margaret laughed. "So?" "The replacement bride looks exactly like your stepdaughter." Margaret's smile disappeared.

He held a tablet in one hand and a glass of bourbon in the other, dressed in a casual linen shirt, entirely unbothered by his brother's fury. His gaze drifted past Arthur and settled on Evelyn. A slow, provocative smile spread across his face. "And you must be Evelyn. The famous textile girl. I'll admit, when I heard about the contractual marriage, I expected a puppet. But I have friends in that boardroom, and I hear you dismantled Richard Montgomery this morning. Impressive." "Shut it down, Julian." Arthur stepped forward, his broad frame blotting out the light from the hall. "The game is over. Cancel the automated buyout and surrender the master keys to the trust."

Before her fingers could close around it, Elena caught her wrist. “Don't.” Sophia turned to her. “Why not?” “Because I've opened that vault before.” Elena's grip tightened, and fear crept into her voice. “I saw what our mother was hiding, and I don't think you understand what it means.” “Then tell me.” Elena glanced at Alexander before looking directly at Sophia. “Your marriage was never a coincidence.” Alexander's expression changed. “What are you talking about?” “William didn't arrange your marriage simply to protect the inheritance,” Elena said. “He arranged it because Alexander is the only person who can unlock the second half of the vault.”

Oliver Ashford, father of groom, worth £90B, had booked: Private island in Maldives, Ashford Hotels private island, 50 staff, overwater villa, Patek Philippe welcome gift, rescue cat Biscuit's own villa. Rose and Leo said: "No." Milo Blackwood, 21, who said "No!" as first word at 8 months old, was proud: "My sister learned No from me! Good!" Rose and Leo's honeymoon plan: Stay in their Shoreditch mold flat. £800 per month, 2 roommates, 1 bathroom with mold that looks like a rose if you squint, bicycle, Tesco meal deals, coffee shop shifts. Because Rose said: "If we start marriage with private jet, we will end with private jet divorce like other billionaires. If we start with mold, we will ap

Francesca’s POV An hour later, the pictures were on more sites. Some of them used the same headline, and some used more exaggerated ones. Julian Windsor’s wife surfaces with Italian billionaire. Runaway bride found. The worst one was, Windsor’s bride walks out on him for an Italian billionaire.