The Billionaire's Replacement Bride Novels & Stories

My chest tightens painfully as I stare at the screen, frozen, Derek and Anastasia are walking in first, and his hand is wrapped around her waist like it belongs there, like it has always belonged there and then I hear it. “Let’s welcome Mr. and Mrs. Addams in the building, the world’s youngest billionaire!” The words hit me like a slap. Mr. and Mrs. Mrs. My heart sinks even deeper as the reality settles in, sharp “Also, as a special guest, we will be having Mr. Daniel Victor Aiden, a renowned nutritionist, in the room with us!” The crowd erupts into applause, I let out a hollow, humorless breath, of course. Of course this is happening.

“You’re my wife.” I didn’t say anything. He stepped back, pulled his sleeves up, and grabbed his phone from his pocket, “let’s go.” We walked out through the main hallway and every staff member moved like clockwork. A butler opened the front door before we even got there, a black Rolls-Royce was waiting out front, engine running, doors already open. I looked at him. “Seriously?” He put on his sunglasses. “You married a billionaire. What did you expect, Uber?”

He was woken up this morning by a call from his assistant telling him that the penthouse of the hotel they launched last month in the States already had some malfunctions with the special access elevator and some electrical works were faulty. To make him more pissed, Dom had informed him that the contractor claimed he used the materials the funds he was given weren't enough for and Luca knew it was all bullshit so he had instructed Dom to make sure the stupid old hag was in his office when he found out the man was in London hoping to score another contract with a big company here in London. Imagine his annoyance when he exited the bathroom after spending his time thinking of all the ways to

"I'm offering you a secretarial position as well as ten million dollars in exchange for being my wife." What in the world is going on here? "Are you crazy?" I stated. "No, but I'm sure you're the wonderful woman I'm looking for to fill in for my wife. To fill her empty space, and save my reputation." He smirked, "Ten million dollars just pretending to be my wife, after that we can file a divorced when I found out where my wife hiding." He's asking me to replaced his wife's position. I am tempted, but he's insane...

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."

"I don't recall offering you a dime to marry me." Ava froze. Had her assumption been wrong? Was their accidental marriage really not just some warped prostitution arrangement? His expression sobered, suddenly earnest. "I hate to break it to you, wife, but you wanted all of this. Me, my world, my life as a wayward billionaire bride." His words clung to every sumptuous inch of his godlike physique, dripping with arrogant male ownership over her life. It suddenly felt impossible to breathe in this abruptly small hallway. Ava spun away, denial and rage clawing at her.

I pointed out curiously. "Bridget has been going nuts lately, I heard she has been trying to dispose your properties illegally but I stopped her, so it doesn't matter anymore and also she contradicted herself, she said your husband is after your money which is very impossible because from my research, you husband is a billionaire and he doesn't need your money and also, I don't see you as someone that will go to that length." I am glad that he doesn't believe her but he is wrong about me, I am that girl. I was really desperate to make sure that Bridget didn't end up with the inheritance and I agreed to a contract marriage, I am just lucky that we ended up falling in love.

There and then, he decided that on his off day, he would visit a close relative that he knew could help him. Something is wrong; Rudney’s guts kept nagging at him. However, Rudney’s thoughts were interrupted by the show on the television. He hissed and looked away, saying, “They are always showing stale gist.” If Lily had been here, they would have gossiped and laughed about it, but while Rudney pondered on that, the words of the presenter floated into his ears. A couple of days ago, Billionaire CEO to Bridger Empire, Christopher Bridger ties the knot with his bride, Ahsley Grander, in a discreet, but elite manner.

He was insinuating what had gotten me here in the first place and although I was disgusted by this pregnancy, I could use some much needed attention. I silently get up and head to the bedroom. I hear him follow behind me and shut the door. At least there was one thing that occupied me. After my hatred-filled entanglement, I tell Francisco to take me to a nail salon. Once we arrive, I sit down and wait for my services when I see the news playing in a screen just up the wall across from me. ‘Social Articles report that a young billionaire is no longer back on the market. The business mogul has rekindled with his wife who was seen sporting the same rings gifted to her for their wedding just 6 y

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