The Billionaire's Replacement Bride Novels & Stories

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

His voice trembles. A short pause follows. “Your husband is a billionaire, Valerie Carter.” He smiles. “Relax and let my money talk.” My brows furrow, showing my disbelief. I know he’s rich, but I don't know he’s this rich. “The private jet, cars, this restaurant, I own it… Well, I bought it.” He shrugs. “I need to keep our beautiful memories and own the ground I will genuinely vow to you.” He licks his lips.

I feel a lot of regrets pour on me hearing him say that. He chuckle again. "But my biggest wonder is how you were able to get my cousin. Even get him to marry you. Then I heard about the pregnancy" I feel my eyes tearing up. "You are so smart aren't you? Using the pregnancy to have him all for yourself. Freaking smart. I am amazed I tell you." His eyes scanned me again "A nerd, now a wife to one of the richest men in Terrison" I open my mouth to speak but...

"Why are you so worked up about it? She's not even your fake wife yet. And you don't find her hot while I do. So it won't be a big deal if I ...." "Don't even complete those words if you don't want to see your teeth on the floor" I told him. Derek burst out laughing. "Fine. You can have her all to yourself. Good night brother!" Derek said and swaggered out of my room. I frowned and took a big gulp of the wine. That woman Carmen is just my fake wife. She's a woman I am hiring to play the role of my wife because I need to be on the list of the richest men in the world this year. Nothing more...

"They were going to put my father in prison. I didn't have a choice. I didn't even know I was pregnant yet when I took the money—" "You took the money," Julian repeated, the warmth in his eyes dying instantly, replaced by a cold, jagged wall of ice. He let go of her waist as if she had suddenly turned into a serpent. "All this time, I thought you were the one pure thing in my life. But you were just another transaction." "Julian, wait!" But he was already turning away, his face a mask of stone. The cameras flashed, capturing the moment the Billionaire turned his back on his bride-to-be.

As she will soon be out of this hell house. … ….. "Honey, what happened at the party? Did you talk to that businessman?" Ashley asked her husband. "Yes, I have" Thomas replied, being absent minded. He still couldn't believe what Neil said. Why would a billionaire like him ask to marry an ordinary family's daughter? Well they never were solvent. No matter how much Thomas tried to make his business successful, he always failed. And that billionaire wants to marry his daughter? He can't even afford the wedding. "Why would he do that?" Thomas asked himself. "He did what?" Ashley asked, hearing him say that.

Except maybe the people getting married. A woman entered carrying a silver tray with tea. “Mr. Falcone will be down shortly,” she said politely. My father immediately straightened his tie. Of course, he did. People acted weird around billionaires. Then— A loud crash echoed upstairs. Everyone froze. Not ordinary dropping-something noise. More like glass shattering. Followed by shouting. “You can’t do this to me!” A woman’s voice. Angry. Emotional. Mr. Julius Falcone who was unfazed walked into the living room and took our seats.

“I know how it sounds, baby. I do. And if there was any other way, believe me, I’d take it. But this… this is our last shot.” I looked away, biting hard on the inside of my cheek to keep the tears from falling. My thoughts were spinning. One heartbreak wasn’t enough and now I am being sold to another man that I know nothing about. “And who is he? This man, that wants to marry me.” I asked. “He’s a billionaire,” my dad said carefully. “He’s powerful and well-connected. He promised full financial backing. He said he’d save the business, wipe out all our debts and not just that.. he wants to grow and expand it and then us global.” I’m

One of the men present was my lawyer, he has the legal papers,and I guess the other man was the bride's relative. I am Wilfred Donaldson,the said broke Billionaire who is at the verge of bankruptcy. I am getting married to save the face of my company. I don't need to be told, but I knew I always have this cold look which has kept people away from me. I looked down at my watch, the time was past 8, yet the bride wasn't here. Could she be the type to always look lavish and dolled up? As dangerous thoughts crossed my mind, the door was pushed open. There was no need for me to take a glance before I knew she had arrived.

he says, placing a kiss on my hand. It means a lot, but all I manage is a soft “thank you,” forcing a smile that doesn’t quite reach my eyes. “Yeah, my new secretary, not my girl,” Ben clarifies smoothly. “Ohh… yeah. I remember—the other one got married or something, and you were worrying about a replacement,” the billionaire says. “Yeah, this one was an easy and cheap replacement. She’s my brother’s fiancée. I don’t think she even went to college—it was a favor—”