The Billionaire’s Discarded Bride Novels & Stories

It doesn't make sense at all. "I don't know....I don't understand what happened either. Today, I left the house, hoping to display my art in a gallery and making some sales. It'd be fine if I only sold one, at least I won't have to live on the streets. My mom has given me almost all of her money and I feel really bad. I don't want to give up on art Chloe. You know that it's my dream. Anyway, I arrived there today and instead of getting a chance to display my art, he told me that he wants to get married to me. He's going to pay me one million dollars as long as I can put on this charade of being married to him for a year!" I said to Chloe.

What does hiring a wife have to do with losing an inheritance? " He's offering a hundred million dollars. " I froze. A hundred what? " What?! Why is he going as far as offering his whole inheritance just to hire a wife? " Xander chuckled , making me raise an eyebrow. "Ana , I promise you , a hundred million dollars is not even up to a quarter of his whole inheritance " Wait, what? That makes him a.... billionaire?! Xander cleared his throat, " Do you know Howard Inc.? " Howard Inc.? "Howard Inc? As in Howard Construction,Howard Motors, Howard-- " I tried guessing.

Her grandfather had wanted her father to marry into the Spencer family, but somehow her father managed to elope and marry Jane, her mother. In order to get back at her father, he had to give all of his fortune to him on the condition that his only daughter, Cassandra, get married into the same Spencer family her father neglected, else all of her grandfather's fortune will be willed to his brother. Everyone was in shock after hearing the will but her father never wasted any moment before he started arrangements. That is what led to what is happening tonight. She is meeting with the stranger she will be getting married to in a week.

Lillian called with her eyes stuck to a place. "What's the matter?" Helene looked at her and slowly followed her sight. The next moment her eyes shrank, "She... What is she doing here?!" She pointed her trembling hands to the girl that had a sweet smile on face surrounded by bodyguards. "Isn't she married to an old man, Why are there so many guards?" Lillian looked at this and felt unbalanced. Even as she married an old man, she is still being treated this way. Unable to stop herself, "Amelia!" She called out before her mother could stop her.

After all, Anna was a woman, and Frederick believed she couldn’t be entrusted with the entire company. “The majestic mansion is up for auction today… I’m not sure who will win,” Donya Agatha started as they ate. “Casa Valiente… in the highlands of Laguna?” Anna’s father asked, confirming. “It depends on who is sure to invest more money to showcase their worth. Hidalgo has the strength to bid, but it depends on the five wealthiest clans.” “I heard the estimated price for the purchase is over 100 million dollars,” Anna added. “Who cares about this small money for the sake of greatness for those certain elite billionaire families?” Cherry raised an eyebrow at Anna.

“Take the dress back and return it.” The sales assistant nodded hastily, ”Yes, ma’am.” “I won’t let you take back the dress unless you give me a good reason Why? I’ve paid for the dress, which makes it mine.” Jennifer raised her eyebrow and look at Camille, “We don’t sell our dresses to thieves.” Camille gasped, “Thief? Are you calling me a thief?” “I am well aware that you refused the money my brother gave to you for the divorce, and now you’re acting like a millionaire! If you are not a slutty thief, then tell us how you got the card.”

I felt like a trophy wife on display, an object meant to impress rather than connect. The evening ended at a lavish penthouse overlooking the city. Ethan, finally shedding the formality of the day, loosened his tie, a gesture that mirrored the loosening of the tension between us. As the guests trickled out, leaving behind an empty shell of a celebration, he turned to me, a hint of amusement in his eyes. "Congratulations, Mrs. Kingsley," he said, raising an eyebrow. "You survived your first day as a billionaire's wife." "Barely," I replied, a sigh escaping my lips. "This isn't exactly how I pictured my wedding day."

Dozens of no⁠tificat⁠ions, messages⁠, missed calls. And one headline that made my stomach‌ drop. “‍The Billionaire’s Bride: Love, Lies, and Leverag⁠e?⁠” T‌he article‌ had my n⁠ame in bol‍d letters. It‍ c⁠alled me a myster⁠y‍ wo‌man with no social backgr‌ound, a po‌ssible p‌aw‌n in a strateg‍ic‍ marriage, and worst o‌f all — it ques‌tioned if I h⁠ad “married into luxu‍ry” fo‌r money.

By the time I tried to reach her, someone had already buried her, someone who wasn’t me. I wiped my tears with the back of my hand and forced myself to focus, flipping through her words as if they might give me back the mother I had lost and hated. Then something stopped me. A line, sharp and unsettling: ‘Being the wife of a billionaire isn’t as beautiful and heavenly as others think.’ My breath caught. My mother… married a billionaire? I felt the sting of betrayal tighten in my chest. After leaving me behind in Russia twice, after the absence, the grief, she had gone on to marry a billionaire in New York?

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