The Billionaire’s Unwanted Bride Novels & Stories

Margaux’s POV. Beatrix! Beatrix! Her name sounded familiar but I couldn’t remember where I heard it! Clyde left last night without even glancing at me. I was left alone in this lonely penthouse his grandparents gave me. I had to go to the hospital but I didn’t even have the energy. “My wedding got cancelled, the father of my child doesn’t want us in his life…how worse could it be?” I sarcastically told myself. Soon, I realized my tears were flowing endlessly.

A storm of notifications crashing in like a tsunami. I frowned, instinctively checking the screen. One was from a colleague at work, and then my t*****r and email was buzzing like flash taking a walk.. “ what the actual hell? Please tell me this is fake.” Then another. “He did NOT. Is this old?” A cold twist of dread coiled low in my stomach, and I felt like throwing up, but curiosity made me click the link. A headline that felt like a gunshot stared back at me. "Married Billionaire Caught Kissing Ex-Fling at Private Resort—Where Was His Wife?"

"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?"

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.

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

My father made some bad investments and now, his wife has taken matters into her own hands to marry me off to a scary billionaire. Does she even care for my well being or was it all about keeping her fancy jewelries and Birkin bags? “The wedding will take place in a week’s time,” The billionaire announced. “A week?” Mother echoed. “That is not enough time to prepare.” “It is when you can pay people to speed up the process for you. Tell me what you want and I will find the best people in the country to get it done.” His voice bounced off the walls and vibrated my eardrums. A week. My life was being snatched from my fingers like a sharp object in the prying fingers of a kid. And I had no choic

A framed photograph stood on a table. It was their wedding photograph. Elena stared at it. “Why did you bring this here?” Adrian stood beside her. “Because sometimes I think about how everything began.” She smiled. “You mean when you were impossible?” “I was complicated.” “You were arrogant.” “Perhaps.” “And you thought you could control everything.” Adrian laughed. “I definitely had some things to learn.” Elena looked at the photograph. Their marriage had survived family secrets, false identities, betrayals and the pressure of an inheritance neither of them had truly wanted.

Adrian's father had intended for the event to be big, but Adrian insisted on strict invitations, giving orders that the guest list for his wedding should not exceed two hundred. All the invited guests were seated, and the organist has been playing for more than thirty minutes, and not a single person in attendance has grown restless because this is the event of Adrian Smith, the youngest and richest billionaire in the whole world, the only man whose facial appearance alone speaks volumes of his wealth. They all sat and waited patiently to watch as the most handsome and eligible bachelor in town got set to march to the altar with his bride. Soon, the organist changed its beatings into that of

I couldn't do anything. I sigh and raise my white transparent veil attached to my bridal hair down. I stand up gently. I can hear Panela's voice already from the living room. There was no car to take me to the church so she volunteered to go bring her father's Range Rover so she could drive mom and me to the church where my groom will be waiting for me already. Now that she is here, it is time to go and become the billionaire's unwanted bride. **** Aidan's POV It is done already, I have a wife now but she is just a wife on paper. It is our wedding night but it doesn't feel special like every other people's wedding night.

The Billionaire Cheated Bride (Broken series book 2) by Diana Wolfe Elizabeth T. Sharma, a bastard of the rich and famous but bankrupt Carrington family was left with no other option but to marry one of the most wealthiest bachelor in America to save her late mother's foundation. She would never in a millions years imagine that her so called enemy turn fiancé would be a gorgeous mix blood with chiselled Greek feature and dimples to die for. Too bad his personality sucks.