The Billionaire's Wrong Bride Novels & Stories

Today was our wedding day. D-day, big day, or whatever term other people called it. In fact, it was supposed to be the happiest day of my life…our lives. And yet the groom-to-be was nowhere to be found. Little did I know he was on one knee in front of his supposedly dead ex-girlfriend when he should have been waiting for me at the altar as I walked down the aisle. Never I imagined that his haunted past would cause even the only thing we had to crumble before my eyes.

The ceremony was a small one where only the most important people in our lives were invited. From that moment onwards, I felt trapped. I was bound to a ruthless Billionaire by a contract and by a child. On the night of our wedding, Dominic insisted that I slept in the same room with him. I knew that it was his own way of torturing me. As I laid on the king-sized bed with my back against him, I felt his arms pull me closer to himself. His hot breath lingered against my ear. "You stole from me Lena.." He slowly whispered. His voice dripped with malice. "Now I will make sure you spend the rest of your life paying for it.”

Honestly, my sanity has fallen apart. I never wanted this marriage but it's most women's dream to get married to a Billionaire. When I thought of it, as I was told by Dad to marry him without having a say, part of me was happy and the other part of me was shattered. I have got to know Damian as a good man under the Billionaire facade with the way things were going but Melissa is making him become something else.

"My grandfather, the founder of the Vallocchi Group, was a man of traditional, if somewhat stagnant, values. His will contains a specific clause regarding the succession of the family empire. To maintain my position as Chairman and secure the final forty percent of the inheritance, I must be married—or at least, publicly committed to a suitable bride—by the end of this fiscal year." Lily let out a short, disbelieving laugh. "You’re a billionaire. You could have any woman in this city. Why go through the trouble of buying a girl from a slum and forcing her into a contract?" Dante leaned forward, his shadow falling over the desk. "Because 'any woman' in this city comes with a family, a backgro

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.

“‘The Billionaire’s Virgin Bride.’ How fitting.” “Ethan!” “What? I’m just observing the parallels between your reading material and your current situation. Though I have to say, I’m disappointed by the lack of research accuracy.” I blinked. “Research accuracy?” “Well, you’re marrying a billionaire, but you’re hardly a virgin bride, are you?” His eyes glinted with mischief. “Unless there’s something you haven’t told me.” The heat in my cheeks could have powered a small city. “That’s none of your business!”

Elena's hand found mine on the cushion between us before Farah even asked her first real question, and I let myself hold it in front of a recording device for the first time in either of our lives. "The marriage began as a contract," I said, deciding before I finished the sentence that I would not soften it, would not perform a romance neither of us had actually felt in that very first week. "My grandfather's will required me to marry before turning thirty three or lose control of this company to my cousin. Elena's father owed a debt that threatened everything he'd built over a lifetime. We solved two problems with one signature, and neither of us expected it to become anything else at all."

"I left him while you were still growing inside me. I chose you over everything he had. And I would choose you again a thousand times." I reached across and put my small hand over hers. She turned her palm up and held it. "Promise me something," she whispered. "Anything, Mama." "Never marry a billionaire." .... *Twenty three years later.* .... The restaurant was beautiful in the way that expensive things always are, all dim gold lighting and white linen and the kind of silence that money buys so that rich people never have to hear the world outside. I sat across from Gabriel Weston and watched his mouth move. He was saying the right things. They always say the right things. Flowers on the ta

Sarah giggled. “Why not get get married to him then?” Chloe wiped her tears as they rolled down, “He is a billionaire right? And you love material things, you should just get married to him and..” “How dare you speak to me like that!” Sarah flared and tried to move closer to Chloe, but Isabella stopped her. “You don’t have to do anything Sarah, she will get married, whether she likes it or not.”

"Wow! It's interesting. You even have the nerve to lie to me. I thought I heard wrong when I was told Dillon got married to a girl yesterday but everything makes sense when I secretly followed him here. So, are you the so-called wife?" Ivy swallowed hard when she realized where she was driving. She peeked at her with scrutiny, with one glance, one could tell she isn't just an ordinary lady. She must be from a rich home or a celebrity and she might be the man's girlfriend or wife. She forced a smile and held her dress tightly, trying to suppress her anxiousness. "I think there is a misunderstanding, I am not married to him. It was a fake wedding and everything has been dissolved this morning