The Billionaire's Wrong Bride Novels & Stories

, Ashley checked on the clock. "Obviously we're gonna be fashionably late", Christopher rolled his eyes. "Yeah I can't do that, my dad gets mad if I'm even a minute late", Ashley snorted. They all turned to her and glared. "Ashley, you're a billionaire's wife" "You're coming along with a billionaire" "Your dress is probably worth more than everything spent at that dumb party". Chloe, Christopher and Rita all said at once. The last one gave her pause. "H-how much is the dress?", She asked in trepidation.

I asked Houston. Isabella asked. "Seriously, how a guy like you got a woman like Carmen to get married to just for a million dollars will forever remain a mystery to me. She's putting up with your bullshit just for the cash. She is so nice ...I think that she must have been high when she agreed to be your wife. Do you think that you can stop trying just because you are on a honeymoon? You are the one who made her mad! Of course, you have to put in the effort and apologize!" She told me.

Rather they see her as bad for me and prefer some church rat. High classes are supposed to go for high classes like them and not go for the low classes. But they insisted on that low class novice. I looked at the mirror, seeing my reflection I imagined Ruby coming up to meet me at the altar. Then again, i realized that Ruby isn't my bride but a stranger is. A knock came through. "Come in" I said. "Brother" I looked up. Vikky and babe coming towards me. They were looking beautiful on their pink and black spot dresses. What do you know... They are ready for their brother's wedding. Typical.

“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

Monalisa's POV I turned on the shower and let the warm water flow freely down my bare, tired body. I hope this helps! I hope this would aid to wash out the helplessness or should I say regret that I feel right now. I have been hiding in the bathroom for almost an hour. For a bride on her wedding night, that was at least thirty two minutes too long. I, Monalisa Lucas just got married to a billionaire! A billionaire! Was I supposed to be happy? Hell no! My new husband is from one of the most popular influential families in America and the heir to the Lucas empire. He is a freaking billionaire and I hate it. I hate billionaires.

Celine explained. Zack cleared his throat and sat her right, in a way that they were both looking into each other's eyes. "His boss? Mr Smith of Smith Group of Companies? That man is a fooking billionaire!" Zack exclaimed, excitement clearly written over his face. Celine looked at him confused as hell. She expected him to get angry at the thought of her marrying someone else and not excited. "Baby, we're gonna be rich!!" He said, he stood her up and twirled her around. "You're my lucky gem!"

SADIE He calls back. Terror had filled me. My brother shot me a murderous glare as he talked to him over the phone. I just wished this call would be calling off the wedding then we could both live our merry lives. But as I stared back at my brother, his expression even cowered down. So, the wedding was still on the go. Kill me now. It was my third attempt to escape, but my father’s lackeys had done a pretty bang-up job keeping me in this horrible mansion since our engagement was official with a freaking twenty-five million dollars.

“White, elegant, classic; like the kind of woman your family prefers. Don’t tell me you didn’t see them?” Ethan exhaled sharply. “They arrived,” he said in a clipped tone. “But there’s a problem, Lawrence.” “Oh? Don’t tell me you’re already fighting?” Ethan’s voice went cold. “I didn’t marry the woman Grandfather arranged. There was a mix-up.” Silence. Then a low whistle. “You’re serious?” “Completely.” Lawrence burst into laughter. “You mean the man who reviews every document word by word signed a marriage certificate with the wrong woman?”

She’d been scrolling without really seeing—headlines, faces, noise—until one name punched straight through the fog. Ethan Voss. Her thumb stopped. She leaned in, heart stuttering once before picking up speed. The headline was bold. Merciless. WEDDING SHATTERED: BEST MAN EXPOSES BRIDE’S AFFAIR AT ALTAR — VOSS HEIR WALKS OUT MID-CEREMONY Mia’s breath left her in a sharp, disbelieving laugh. “Oh my God.” She clicked. Photos loaded. Grainy and clear. Ethan was standing rigid at the altar. Liam froze beside Evelyn. Evelyn’s face caught mid-collapse—white, horrified, undone.

I breathed out, slumping onto the edge of the bed with a soft thud. My shoulders drooped. The silence in the room only made me more aware of how unprepared I felt. Being married to a billionaire didn’t automatically mean you knew how to dress the part. There were expectations—silent, loud, and always hovering. I was supposed to look elegant, put-together… untouchable. But right now, I looked like someone who barely rolled out of bed in an old shirt that used to be white. I dragged my fingers through my hair and glanced at the mirror across the room. My reflection stared back—plain, unsure, and still trying to figure things out.