The Billionaire's Replacement Bride Novels & Stories

But I know that it's already too late for me to regret everything that happened though. I am already married to the ruthless billionaire, and I could never change that fact anymore. Well, not unless I travel back in time, which is not very possible to happen. "Wow. Kier Henderson must be the luckiest person to have such handsome and rich son-in-law. Finally, huh? A big catch. Henderson Company won't surely be back in the mud ever again. Afterall, our bride here has the ruthless billionaire by their side." The lady added while chuckling, and I didn't like seeing her happy face as well as her voice. So so much that I badly want to make a scene here by pulling her hair and smash her head right

Sarah giggled. “Why not get get married to him then?” Chloe wiped her tears as they rolled down, “He is a billionaire right? And you love material things, you should just get married to him and..” “How dare you speak to me like that!” Sarah flared and tried to move closer to Chloe, but Isabella stopped her. “You don’t have to do anything Sarah, she will get married, whether she likes it or not.”

Marcus moaned before a sad look crept up his face. "Stop leaving me in suspense, is there anything wrong?" Edwardo asked when he couldn't wait anymore. "Yes… unfortunately, Jane has eloped with her lover and the only choice you have left is Camilla," Mr. Marcus barely announced, not looking at Edwardo's face. That instant, anger clouded up Edwardo and he said aloud in rage. "Never! It's either Jane or my money!" He announced. * Mr. and Mrs. Marcus got home as usual and met the living room empty without Camila's presence. They looked around and noticed she was done with the cleaning but still not satisfied with what Mrs. Marcus yelled.

Sapphire was just a useless piece of trash who wanted a better life only for herself. He was going to make everything go back to their original place. That was sure. He just needs Emerald to get on her feet soon, so that he would begin his perfect plan. Emerald was the true wife. She was the real daughter-in-law of the Preston family. Sapphire… was just a replacement. “Dear, Sapphire got married to…” “Shut up!” He cut her short immediately. “What are you saying, mum?” Emerald asked. “If you say anything there, I am going to skin you alive.”

"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?"

Adrian said smoothly, though there was an edge to his voice. Victoria. Now, Leila knew the name. Victoria Moreau—heiress to a luxury empire, socialite, and, most importantly… Adrian Kane’s ex. She felt her stomach turn. Victoria’s gaze flickered to Leila, her lips curving into a slow, knowing smile. “So this is the new Mrs. Kane.” Leila met her stare without flinching. “That’s right.” Victoria extended a hand. “Charmed.” Leila took it, gripping just a little harder than necessary. “Likewise.”

Hadley's breathing turns erratic, and she tries to manage it as she turns towards her father, asking for an explanation. “Did you know that she has been sick, or are you just getting to know?” Hadley asked, and the man sighed, rubbing his jaw. “Have you ever wondered if you came in as your sister's substitute…that is because we can't let a sick child marry into Elliot's family,” he said, and Hadley gasped. She was able to marry Maurice because her sister was sick, and her greedy father needed someone to step in. “So you mean, I was called to substitute for Ella, not because she ran away but because she was…sick?” Hadley asked, looking at her mother, and the woman nodded her head at her.

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.

Listening to her it was as if she was explaining something as simple and natural as making a cake, and not weird and crazy as marrying a man she was already engaged to. “Wait, hold up,” I said, finding my voice. “Let me get this straight, you want to pay me to marry your fiance? Why?” “It dosen’t matter. It's only for some months. Then you will be free and I’ll give you five million dollars.” She said. My eyes nearly popped out of my head. If she was willing to spend that kind of money then obviously it did matter and I told her so. “Why don’t you want to marry him?” I asked.

"Why would you shame our family like this, Camille? You now go around seeing men? Who the hell is the man on the screen?" The big hall was filled with tension as Sean walked in, his presence commanding attention. "And what happens if the man in the video is me?" he said, his voice confident and authoritative. The guests murmured among themselves, shocked by his sudden appearance. "Is it not Sean Rodriguez, the most wealthy billionaire in the whole city?" someone whispered. "I think he is. I've seen him in magazines and on TV, never got a chance of seeing him in person." "What could be be doing here?"