The Billionaire's Replacement Bride Novels & Stories

“I’m your husband.” He brushed a strand of hair behind my ear and grazed it with a fleeting kiss. My cheeks burned. “We’ll talk at your condo—with your lawyer present—so you can see exactly how you’ll fit,” I said, keeping my voice steady. His brows pinched, hurt flickering in his eyes. “So… all this time, I was never part of your plan.” He stepped back, shoulders stiff. “I’ll wait in the car.” He walked off. I rubbed my temples. Great. I’ve wounded a billionaire’s pride.

Khloe (8:43 PM): PICK UP THE PHONE RIGHT NOW OR I AM DRIVING TO YOUR APARTMENT! Khloe (8:44 PM): TELL ME THIS IS A PHOTOSHOPPED JOKE! TELL ME RIGHT NOW! Khloe (8:45 PM): [ATTACHED LINK: ManhattanEliteDaily.com/breaking-news] My thumb hovered over the link. A cold, uneasy feeling settled in my stomach. I tapped it. The page loaded instantly. A huge, bold headline in fiery red font sat at the top: “BILLIONAIRE BACHELOR NATHAN VANNY OFF THE MARKET! MYSTERY CRIMSON BEAUTY CRASHES VANNY FAMILY WEDDING WITH MASSIVE ENGAGEMENT!”

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.

But Olwen felt that she should also be grateful to them for the right way. But now it's different, Olwen has in his hand something important that can be exchanged with Kelly, in order to come up with a fair compromise, mutually beneficial. I bet the Kellys probably didn't want the Ramos family to know that the bride was swapped. Because Olwen is nothing but a worthless tool. And Xavla is the jewel, bringing benefits to Ramos. This marriage is a big business venture. No one wants to invest in a loss. Above all, no one tolerates being deceived by others. Because of understanding the general psychology of the situation, Olwen felt confident when participating in this war. Right now Olwen wished

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.

Kyla Eva Fuentabella . I stood empty, staring at the mirror in front of me. I felt numb and lost. Isn't your wedding day supposed to be the happiest day of your life? No. Not! Especially if you happen to be the substitute bride! "This will be the last, Kayla. After this, you are free to go. I also had enough of all the pretend, and I'm tired of this game. This is the last. I Promise. I will never bother you again. So, please just be my substitute, okay?" Kylie pleads once again in the line.

Her mother advised. “You will be a wife to such a young millionaire.” Her siblings said to her and so as not to become the black sheep of the family, she agreed; at least she was silent through it all and the silence was counted as an approval and the marriage was planned. The marriage was a large society wedding and none of the about to be couple have a say in the way the marriage ceremony was planned. It was a dream come true for the family. The khitbah was not properly done, none of the young couple have any questions for themselves and those they didn’t see each other. They are children to family friends and both are from a good home, that was all.

"You better do. Get that girl out of my house and find a convincing reason for bringing her into the house. My name mustn't be dragged into this, understood!?" "Understood sir" I fumed with rage. *** *** *** Happy Restaurant. Vivian's pov "I'm telling you" one of the customers pouted at others who did not seem to believe what he was saying. I moved round the tables, packing the used plates and cups. He leaned over and continued "These so-called billionaire families have no shame. I heard the bride canceled the wedding, and they sent their guards searching for a young suitable bride". With a developed interest in the little gossip, I returned to the counter.

Today was our wedding day. D-day, big day, or whatever term other people called it. In fact, it was supposed to be the happiest day of my life…our lives. And yet the groom-to-be was nowhere to be found. Little did I know he was on one knee in front of his supposedly dead ex-girlfriend when he should have been waiting for me at the altar as I walked down the aisle. Never I imagined that his haunted past would cause even the only thing we had to crumble before my eyes.

"I'm getting you new set of clothes. Seeing your sense of fashion today, and I can't particularly say I was impressed. It's Asher btw." Realization dawned on me, followed by a jab at my heart and an eye roll. I could barely afford my bills, how the hell was I supposed to get clothes that suited his taste? Arriving at my apartment, I noticed that the lights were on. Right. I had to tell Diane. I just signed a marriage contract today which practically means I'm now a married woman. I mentally flinched at that reality. It hadn't set it yet. The reality that I was now married to the grandson of Howard Companies, a multi billionaire.