The Billionaire's Wrong Bride Mga Nobela at Kwento

I tried to lighten the mood. “I know you never cared about family wealth. You are Alessandro, a proud man who built his own wealth from scratch. That’s where your pride lies in, not in what you want to obtain from your grandfather. I know you Alessandro” I frowned at that. I wouldn’t let anyone know my real plans. People tend to destroy good things and this is for a good cause. “Whatever, I am marrying her and, in a year, we are done. I don’t have to get married again, since I tasted it and it was bitter.” I laughed.

Damian Blackwood waited at the altar like he was attending a funeral instead of his own wedding. Tall, still, unreadable. Black suit. Dark eyes. A mouth that looked as if it had forgotten how to be kind. For a second, Elena’s steps faltered. Her fingers tightened around the bouquet. Somewhere behind her, the wedding planner made a sharp little sound, probably terrified the bride was about to ruin the most photographed marriage deal of the year. Marriage deal. That was all it was. One year. One signature. One ruthless billionaire paying off her family’s debts in exchange for a wife he could parade in front of the board, the press, and his dying grandfather.

“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?”

“You have no idea what it took to be ‘fine.’” I shook my head. “I don’t want to see you. I don’t want to talk to you. Whatever you came here for, you can turn around and leave.” That was when his eyes changed. It was subtle, but I knew that look. “I saw you on the news,” he said slowly. “With that billionaire guy.” My stomach tightened. “And?” “I heard you’re married to him now.” I said nothing. “You see,” he continued, nodding like he’d just solved a puzzle, “I knew you were going to do fine for yourself.”

“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.

What does hiring a wife have to do with losing an inheritance? " He's offering a hundred million dollars. " I froze. A hundred what? " What?! Why is he going as far as offering his whole inheritance just to hire a wife? " Xander chuckled , making me raise an eyebrow. "Ana , I promise you , a hundred million dollars is not even up to a quarter of his whole inheritance " Wait, what? That makes him a.... billionaire?! Xander cleared his throat, " Do you know Howard Inc.? " Howard Inc.? "Howard Inc? As in Howard Construction,Howard Motors, Howard-- " I tried guessing.

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.

She would have guessed that it is a lie because it is always bubbling with people, which is why it is one of the best jewelry shops. “Hmmmm, that’s strange, but if you say so” she said “Yeah, I say so” As we entered, a sales assistant came to us. “Hi good evening, please we are closed and…….” “Can you get the manager, I have an appointment “ I said “Ohh, ok.” As she was going, the manager entered. “Mr Vance, you’re here” he said smiling a lot, if I must say. “Yea I’m here. This is my fiancée and we are here to get a wedding ring”

“Wouldn’t what? Get caught up in something over his head? Because that is exactly what has occurred from where I am standing. Leila swallowed hard. Tunde had always been smart, but he was also young, ambitious, and sometimes reckless. If he had gotten mixed up with the wrong people… No. She wouldn’t let him go down for this. She forced herself to meet Adrian’s gaze. “What do you want?” Adrian leaned back against the bar, considering her. Then he said, casually—too casually— “Marry me.” Leila looked up. “What?” His smirk didn’t waver. "Wedding me." Laughter bubbled up in her chest, sharp and incredulous. “That’s the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard.”

Then Jerald’s voice broke—fragile, shaky. “Matilda…” A tear slipped down his cheek. Jonathan’s grip tightened on the steering wheel. “What about Vivian?” Jerald blinked slowly, confused. “Haha… who is Vivian?” he asked, almost absent-mindedly. A beat. Then suddenly—like memory snapping back into place— “Oh… wasn’t she my wife?” Jonathan shot him a glance, disbelief flashing across his face. “You can have her,” Jerald muttered carelessly. “But be warned… she’s barren. She can’t—won’t—ever give birth.”