The Billionaire's Last Minute Bride Novels & Stories

he brought out his hand to shake His name sounded familiar, I tried recalling where I had seen him or heard his name and it suddenly hit me "You are billionaire Daniel Vuitton, number 10 top. billboard" My hands covered my mouth, what was he doing here and how come he knew Kelly, what was going on? My dad and mom stuttered upon hearing he was a billionaire, their voice changed instantly, offering him a seat and something to drink. "Why are you in our house and how come you know Kelly," I asked sharply, curiosity filled me, and Kelly's eyes filled with anger and hatred but who came? "Am here to ask for your daughter's hand in marriage Sir"

I could hear him receiving different calls from his assistant about the suitable venue, the marriage license, media control, and family notification. On his last call with his assistant, he said, “Don’t worry, I will notify a few of my family members myself.” What! My heart ached. I was really going to meet the Alexander family today. Was I really prepared for that? Meeting one of the coldest and most famous families in the country? The wedding preparation continued, and everything moved at billionaire speed. I became more nervous. Suddenly, his gaze shifted to me. “Isabella, finish the signing. I will transfer the 2.5 million dollars to you immediately,” he said, persuading me.

It has a video on the top of the page, so I select it. “There is a lot of drama circling the Rhodes family this week. From their son Artemis marrying a girl no one has ever seen or heard of to the head of the family taking over his son’s company. Is there trouble in paradise? The family is famously known for their vast empire of media outlets, but this scandal could kick the family off the tops spot in this city fast. Is Artemis Rhode’s sudden marriage a sign that there is a lot more underneath the perfect family image the Rhodes have always shown? Who is the girl that stole the cities most popular bachelor? Stay tuned.”

“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.”

Jasmine sat down immediately with a puzzled look on her face and Avery cut to the chase immediately, because he had no time to beat around the bush. “The woman from last night wasn’t just another woman like you called her.” He started. “She’s mine. She is Zoe Madrigal of Madrigal Hotels and she is my wife.” He didn’t fail to register the shocked look on her face that disappeared almost immediately. She didn’t stand up like he had expected, she only studied him. “You got married?” She asked and when he nodded his head, laughed out loud. “Well, that is surely a surprise. I didn’t see anything about it in the news, Avery.”

"He wants me." "Good to know that." She looks at me. "I have heard that sometimes rich gay men marry an unsuspecting, shy woman to keep up appearances. Glad to know that's not the case for you, given how quickly he married you and wanted to marry you on the night he met you." "Les, why are you making it sound like it's a bad thing?"

I breathed out, slumping onto the edge of the bed with a soft thud. My shoulders drooped. The silence in the room only made me more aware of how unprepared I felt. Being married to a billionaire didn’t automatically mean you knew how to dress the part. There were expectations—silent, loud, and always hovering. I was supposed to look elegant, put-together… untouchable. But right now, I looked like someone who barely rolled out of bed in an old shirt that used to be white. I dragged my fingers through my hair and glanced at the mirror across the room. My reflection stared back—plain, unsure, and still trying to figure things out.

“It was big. Over-the-top. Exactly what you’d expect when rich people pretend they care about charity.” “Mhm,” Naomi hummed. “And?” “And Tristan played the charming billionaire perfectly,” I continued. “Media everywhere. Investors everywhere. Violetta Castille everywhere.” “Oh God,” Naomi groaned. “That woman?” “Yes, that woman,” I said. “and she wore the freaking Red dress.” I let out a slight hiss just thinking about it, “She was absolutely gorgeous.” “Okay,” Naomi said carefully. “You’re listing details. That means something happened.” I opened my mouth to deflect like I always did, but instead, the truth slipped out.

Emily took a deep breath and tried to calm her racing heart as she stood outside the wedding chapel. She had imagined this moment a million times, but never quite like this. She was about to marry a man she barely knew, a man who was over double her age and a billionaire businessman named Alexander Pierce. The door to the chapel opened, and a woman in a white gown emerged, followed by a man who was clearly her groom. Emily stepped forward, taking her place at the back of the line. She wasn't sure what to expect, but she was determined to make the most of this opportunity.

“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?”