The Billionaire’s Unwanted Bride Novels & Stories

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.

To a stranger, who’d not only walked in to ruin not just my life but my girlfriend’s? Her delicate features did nothing but annoy me even further. I had no doubt that she’d planned it all out and was happy; she was getting married to a rich tycoon. But I couldn’t be deceived. I had her sign a prenup right after the wedding and abandoned her right there at the reception. After all, it was her wedding and not mine. ….. I’d just stepped into my room… when I noticed the decorations and the veiled bride who was now seated in the middle of the bed.

“Marriage.” I actually laughed. It was the only reaction I could manage. “You’re joking.” “I don’t joke about business.” My smile disappeared. “You want me to marry you?” “For one year.” I stared at him. “You don’t even know me.” His expression didn’t change. “I know enough.” “And why would a billionaire need to marry a woman whose company is about to be taken by the bank?” “Because I need a wife.” “You have women throwing themselves at you.” “I don’t want one of them.”

The other stayed locked on my hip, holding me in place like I might try to run. Three hours ago I stood in front of a lot of people and said “I do” to a man who thought I was my sister. Now that same man was fucking me against the wall of a bedroom that smelled like money and expensive cologne, and every rough thrust reminded me exactly how little choice I had left. My name is Sloane Vex. I was never supposed to be the bride. And I wasn’t the type to be forced into marrying someone I had never wanted. I have always believed that particular fate would simply pass me by.

The place where Clara had left her letter. Elena's heart began racing. “Then we need to go back.” Adrian nodded. “Now.” But as they turned toward the door, Alexander caught his son's arm. “Wait.” Adrian looked at him. “What?” Alexander's expression was grave. “If you go to Rosewood, you must be prepared to discover something that could destroy your marriage.” Elena felt a cold chill. “What does that mean?” Alexander looked at her. “Because the original beneficiary wasn't just hidden from the world.”

“His bride disappeared? Did she die or…” “No one knows.” He replied and my heart stopped. “It could be that she ran away or got kidnapped. No one knows actually. But Romanov has to get married in two days. And his bride will automatically get over half of his properties.” He explained and I paused, turning to look at him in shock. “Half? That man is a billionaire! If that's the case, why would his bride run? Unless she was in trouble.” I muttered, mostly to myself than to him and he sighed. “Wait, how do you know all this?”

He does not even sound surprised at all. "Yes, she did." "No problem, let her know that I will be back in California in a week." "You won't fly back sooner." "No" "Really" I am beyond shocked with the way he took the news "Yes," "Wow!" "You must be shocked with the way I took the news." "Yes, very shocked." "Eleanor, this is not the first time a woman is claiming I am the father of her baby." "Really" "Yes, I am a billionaire. I am the father of every baby of every woman who ends up in my bed even though I never sleep with these women raw."

After getting off on the wrong foot These two found friendship and love when they least expected. THE BILLIONAIRE'S UNEXPECTED BABY After his bride-to-be betrayed him with his best friend just before their wedding Ken was determined to have nothing to do with Vivian, now seven months later she was working as a cleaner in his house; the good news: she's carrying his child, the bad news: he was about to find out who his real enemies were NANNY TO THE BILLIONAIRE'S DAUGHTER One mistake that will either make or break them.

"When the time comes, you can go to this bridal boutique to buy a wedding dress. Then, you can just call me when everything is ready." Caroline glanced at the name of the bridal boutique and secretly clicked her tongue. Merry Color was a domestic bridal boutique with little popularity. It wasn't because it was unpopular, but because their wedding dresses were very expensive, costing thousands of dollars. Only people from the upper class could afford it. Therefore, this brand was only well known among the upper class. Other people didn't know it at all. Everyone who hired Cook as a photographer was rich and powerful. Caroline guessed that he forgot about Kirk's net worth in a moment of carele