Novel & Cerita The Billionaire's Wrong Bride

“And Alexander? You should probably check your prenup. Section 14C (infidelity clause). Since you couldn’t keep your dick in your pants for twenty-four hours before our wedding, I now own fifty percent of Knight Corp.” A collective gasp sucked the oxygen from the cathedral. His face went white. “Isabella, what the hell are you...” I yanked my hand away before he could grab it. “Don’t touch me. I know everything. The bridal suite? Really, Alex? With Chloe? My best friend since college?” Someone screamed. A phone hit the floor. Flashes went wild. Alexander lunged for the mic. “This is insane! She’s lying,” I shoved him. Hard. Wedding dress and all, I shoved a six-foot-three billionaire so hard

She looked at Leon. The fury simmered beneath his controlled exterior. The man hated her. And legally, she was now his wife. The door closed. She felt the smooth, cold leather against her back. She took a sharp breath. "Go. The harsh, blinding sunlight hit her face. She caught a glimpse of herself in the window's tint. Aria Hale. Not Ariana. Nobody's second choice. She had recently unintentionally wed a billionaire who hated her. She also didn't know how she would survive what was about to happen.

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

Behind all the firmness she tried to maintain, Hazel knew that tomorrow would be the beginning of something far heavier than just saving her mother. That morning came quickly. The sun had just risen in the eastern horizon, but Hazel had been awake for a long time. Her swollen eyes clearly showed lack of sleep, but there was no time to think about that. Today was her wedding day—a marriage not born of love, but a cold transaction she had agreed to the night before. Hazel stood in front of a large mirror reflecting her figure in a simple white dress. The dress was chosen directly by Theo's personal assistant, not her. No excessive lace, just a classic cut with an elegant silhouette.

She couldn't see the bride's face because of the veil but then thought maybe Venessa looked leaner than before. Unknown to her, the bride wasn't Venessa. Getting to the altar, Candy could hear her heart beating fast. What if she got caught? This man was known as the Billionaire Devil, ruthless in every ways. What if he punished her when he found out she was the wrong bride and that she had deceived his assistant just to come here? She could only pray the real bride didn't show up here all of a sudden and ruin everything. 'I'll talk to him,' she thought to herself and took a deep breath. She had only heard whispers about this man and had not witnessed his appearance before. Slowly, she looked

"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 WRONG VOW (Mistakenly Married to a Ruthless Billionaire) Chapter 3:The First Night as a bride Emily stared through the tinted window of the black Rolls-Royce as the city lights blurred into streaks of gold. Everything had happened too fast. Just a few hours ago, she had been arranging flowers in a bridal boutique. Now... She was legally married to the country's most feared billionaire. She lowered her head and stared at the diamond ring on her finger.

“Look at you. You look so beautiful in that wedding dress. The silk fits you perfectly, and the lace… it’s really lovely. You look like a real bride.” I turned slowly to face her, my face looking tired that even the makeup couldn't hide it. “I hope you all are happy now?” She stepped closer, reaching out to adjust the veil on the wedding gown. “Sarah, sweetheart, please. I know this is difficult, but try to see the good in it. Adrian is a powerful man. You’ll live in luxury. You’ll never have to worry about money or status again. This marriage will save our family. Calm down!”

☠️Adrian☠️ The moment the Rolls-Royce glides to a stop in front of the bridal boutique, I don't move. Sophie is already reaching for the door handle, and one of my men opens it from outside. She climbs out without another word, pausing only to glance back at me. “Aren't you coming?” “Just a minute.” She shrugs. “Fine. Take your mysterious billionaire time.” The door closes behind her. I wait until she’s safely inside the boutique before looking at the man seated in the front passenger seat.

We didn’t look like two drunk idiots playing pretend. I looked up at Eric and said, “We’re screwed. “Completely, and utterly fucked.” My heart was pounding and then, I read the caption below the video: “British Billionaire Heir Marries Mystery Woman in Miami.” That one sentence was bold enough to punch my soul straight out of my body. I blinked at first, then blinked again. British… what? Billionaire… Who? “What—?” I choked out, staring at the screen like it might suddenly correct itself.