The Billionaire’s Unwanted Bride Novels & Stories

“You look so elegant in it and I can’t wait to see all eyes on you. But do not get carried away because we’ve got our eyes on someone already.” “So what did you call his name again?” Lori asked. “Shawn Elias.” “Shawn…Elias…..” Lori reiterated in a whisper tone. “Are you sure he is a billionaire, mama? His name doesn’t ring a bell.” “Oh my love, it hurts when you don’t trust me. I did my research well. Right now, he is the wealthiest man in the country. Even Don Travous respects him so much. And despite the fact that he has his own bloody money, he also comes from a rich family. Imagine you being his wife. Our generation would never suffer. My grandchildren will be so grateful to you for choo

Emily cut Madison off, and they focused their gaze on Nathan. Emily's car was parked a few meters away from Nathan's car, and they had clear visuals on him. "He is leaving, drive," Madison pressured, and Emily drove after Nathan, following at a safe distance. "I just hope he goes to a club or his secret girlfriend's house," Madison said. Nathan is known as a reserved and extremely hardworking billionaire, unlike Caden and Emily who came from riches, Nathan climbed his way up the social ladder till he became one of the richest billionaires in New York city.

As if the woman lying in pain wasn’t his wife. Hazel lay there on the cold floor, surrounded by scattered clothes. The maid wanted to help but was afraid of Xander. The pain in her body was nothing compared to the pain in her heart. She looked at the ceiling, her vision getting dark. How long can I endure this? she thought weakly. I am the Billionaire’s Unwanted Wife. I have everything money can buy, yet I have nothing at all. No love. No respect. No care. But even then, she was still holding on. She was still hoping… maybe… just maybe… one day, he would look at her and see her worth.

I said. “You already were,” he replied calmly. “The difference is that you negotiated the price.” I took the card. Not because he told me to. But because I chose to. That night, as I lay in the unfamiliar bed, my phone buzzed. Unknown number: Congratulations on marrying into a world you don’t belong in. Another message followed. You won’t last. I stared at the screen, jaw tightening. “Watch me,” I whispered into the dark. Somewhere across the penthouse, a door clicked softly.

My mother had insisted on staying in Seattle until after the ceremony before flying to Switzerland, and seeing her in the front row weak but smiling, tears in her eyes almost broke me. This is for her, I reminded myself. Everything is for her. Then the music started, and everyone stood, and I walked down the aisle on my father's arm toward the man who would be my husband in a matter of minutes. Alexander stood at the altar in a perfectly tailored black tux, and when our eyes met, something passed between us. Understanding, maybe. Shared sacrifice. Or maybe just mutual acknowledgment of the insanity we were both agreeing to. He looked nervous, I realized. Alexander Knight, billionaire CEO who

And after that day Matilda cut off all connections with Jerald. Matilda realized that Jerald was on the verge of losing his job when they were dating. As the personal chartered accountant to the President of the UN, she quickly ran for safety into the arms of a celebrity actor known for his iconic romantic action movies. She believed Jerald was about to lose everything, and she was not willing to be part of that. All she cared about was her career as a model and finding someone who could sponsor her lifestyle while she gathered money to travel the world—her number one life goal. “Your sister told me all you were up to. Please leave my marriage alone please I am begging you please”

he murmured, “the world will know your name.” She smiled. “One day.” Outside, the city continued unaware. Inside, a billionaire claimed not an empire— But a wife the world would never see coming.

She looked up “You will sleep in the east guest room. Permanently.” Her lips parted. “I thought… i mean..” “This is not a real marriage,” he cut in. “it never was.” The words landed hard. “This wedding was for my grandfather,” Ken said coldly. “And for public image. Nothing more.” Riley swallowed. “Then why marry me at all?” she whispered. Ken leaned foward, bracing his hands on the desk. “Because your father saved my grandfather’s life,” he said. “And because debts must be repaid.”

Listening to her it was as if she was explaining something as simple and natural as making a cake, and not weird and crazy as marrying a man she was already engaged to. “Wait, hold up,” I said, finding my voice. “Let me get this straight, you want to pay me to marry your fiance? Why?” “It dosen’t matter. It's only for some months. Then you will be free and I’ll give you five million dollars.” She said. My eyes nearly popped out of my head. If she was willing to spend that kind of money then obviously it did matter and I told her so. “Why don’t you want to marry him?” I asked.

“Well, I don’t see what the big deal is. She obviously doesn’t want to get married to this guy, whoever he is. I don’t get why you are making such a big deal out of it. Just tell the guy the wedding has been called off because Victoria doesn’t want to get married to him. It’ll hurt, that is if he is in love with her, which I highly doubt, but at least they will not make the mistake of getting married to each other without love.” “Just listen to yourself. You expect me to go and tell someone that his bride to be is no longer interested in marrying him. Do you know the sort of shame that this will bring to both families? I have invited almost all my friends and even some of my enemies, mind yo