The Billionaire's Replacement Bride Novels & Stories

His words made a smile spread across my lips but I was quick to wipe it off. "Have you gone nuts? We are not even friends, why should I get into a deal with you?" I rolled my eyes in disgust. Ignoring me, he pressed on, “Five million dollars.” “Excuse me?” “I will make it ten, fifteen. Let's settle for twenty, what do you say?" Dumbfounded, I couldn't say a word. My lips were heavy. After what seemed like forever, he pushed his hand into his hair and with a calm tone, he said, “I need a substitute bride.”

The stranger who was somehow going to make all her pain disappear. And it begins.... Raya Bridges stood in the midst of the large crowd completely frozen with a dinner tray in her hand. She was unsure of what to do or say. What was supposed to be just another day at work had gone very unexpectedly. “My dear, please consider my offer, marry my son Raphael.” Fredrick Renolds said again. “Uhm… Uhm… I… I” Raya stuttered. The whole scenario felt so surreal to her, she could not understand why Fredrick Renolds who happened to be the wealthiest man in West Hartford would want her as his daughter in-law.

The article was worse. Sources close to the Sterling family say the new bride is struggling to adjust to high society life. "She's not cut out for it," says one anonymous attendee. "She looked completely out of her depth all night." The hasty departure, barely an hour into the event has raised eyebrows among New York's elite. Catherine Sterling, Damon's mother, was reportedly "disappointed" by the early exit. Questions continue to swirl about the rushed marriage following Sophia Morgan's dramatic wedding day disappearance just weeks ago. Some wonder if the replacement bride is having second thoughts...

She read it. She stood in the doorway of the kitchen in the grey sweater and she read the headline and she felt the specific quality of something you have been managing against for thirty-seven days arriving anyway, arriving in the specific form you had imagined in the dark at three and four and five in the morning, arriving not as the feared possibility but as the accomplished fact. BILLIONAIRE FOOLED: BRIDE SWAP SCANDAL. Her face. Victoria's face. Side by side. Someone had done the work.

Oliver Ashford, father of groom, worth £90B, had booked: Private island in Maldives, Ashford Hotels private island, 50 staff, overwater villa, Patek Philippe welcome gift, rescue cat Biscuit's own villa. Rose and Leo said: "No." Milo Blackwood, 21, who said "No!" as first word at 8 months old, was proud: "My sister learned No from me! Good!" Rose and Leo's honeymoon plan: Stay in their Shoreditch mold flat. £800 per month, 2 roommates, 1 bathroom with mold that looks like a rose if you squint, bicycle, Tesco meal deals, coffee shop shifts. Because Rose said: "If we start marriage with private jet, we will end with private jet divorce like other billionaires. If we start with mold, we will ap

What scared me was that finally I was about to meet him. My husband. Kaif's POV, "The beautiful bride is here." The host announced as I sat on the stage. A few girls began throwing rose petals on the ground and she arrived. Dressed in a long golden lehenga, I won't deny though, she looked quite a beauty but her face was down so I couldn't see clearly. As if I wanted to! So this is that slut huh? How many men did she sleep with till now? Yet she gets a chance to marry a multinational billionaire. Lucky bitch.

This is awkwardly insane, highest level of insanity. “Yes and yes. We are going to have a very private wedding. It is just for me to get my inheritance and that's final." he answered, the way he cares about his inheritance puzzles me. I mean he's already a billionaire why does he want another billion dollar company desperately like this. I guess when you have money you just want more and more.

Then she won't be able to take her revenge on Aria. Ariana smiled awkwardly and cracked her brain to think… "Uhm, who wouldn't want to get married to Nicholas Nelson, the country god, and the number one billionaire? Obviously, it's every lady's dream. So, why shouldn't I dream of that?” She answered with a smile that didn't reach her eyes. Nicholas knew she was lying, but he chose to let her off the hook this time. They are going to get married anyway, there is plenty of time ahead of them to know the truth.

It wasn't her job to do so, but she had insisted, making my dad stay by the side. "Shall we welcome in, the bride of the day!" I heard the priest announce and without hesitation, the doors were opened to me and my mom who was ready to go into the hall. With boldness, I lifted my eyes up to the altar that had both the groom, his best man and the priest. I was going to be my sister's substitute now, I was going to be forced into a marriage I never wanted to have. I was going to ignore every thought I had when suddenly, I saw him. I saw the same billionaire who was at the stripping house, the one I bumped into, the same billionaire I was indebted to.

"Eddy, you're much too courteous. It's all my fault for not educating Caroline well enough. She'll be yours to lecture once you two get married." Layla had been listening all along, and Sarah's words made her feel extremely uneasy and annoyed. Her initial plan had been to let Kent defile Caroline and render her unfit to marry into the Morrison family. Who knew that he would've been such an idiot to make her plan fail and expose her? Just then, Caroline walked out to meet them with a card in hand. "Here's 50 million dollars," she said curtly. Her words were like a bomb to them, and all of them were at a loss for words.