The Billionaire's Wrong Bride Novels & Stories

I couldn't do anything. I sigh and raise my white transparent veil attached to my bridal hair down. I stand up gently. I can hear Panela's voice already from the living room. There was no car to take me to the church so she volunteered to go bring her father's Range Rover so she could drive mom and me to the church where my groom will be waiting for me already. Now that she is here, it is time to go and become the billionaire's unwanted bride. **** Aidan's POV It is done already, I have a wife now but she is just a wife on paper. It is our wedding night but it doesn't feel special like every other people's wedding night.

“You and him,” Vincent elaborated, “Just one day after your wedding he shows up to see me in the casino. Telling me he knows about my long lost daughter I've been searching for a year.” I remembered that. I slipped away from James's car the moment I connected the dots. “You think that was a coincidence?” Vincent asked calmly. “That is the same man who’s trained in warfare, fluent in six languages, made himself a billionaire in just three short years, then suddenly pops into my world with a marriage license and DNA proof.”

All the walls I built against this man gently started to crumble at the mention of Freddie. I wanted to give Freddie a life I never had, a comfortable life and Shawn Blackwell was offering me a chance to do just that. It was like we were having this very awkward staring contest. Him invading my small home, invading my world and totally dominating it. "I just want to help, Katherine," he said in the most sincere voice I have heard from him. I didn't want to accept his help but I had to. I had to remind myself that he was a billionaire and 10 million would mean nothing to him even though it felt like I could buy the whole world with it.

the man replied evenly. The tension between them snapped tight instantly. Kieran’s jaw clenched. “That’s my wife, " he said. His tone was sharp with ownership. "Step aside.” My heart pounded harder. The word wife felt like chains tightening around me I shook my head weakly. Tears slipped down the sides of my face. “No…" I whispered. "Please…” The stranger glanced down at me briefly. Just for a second.. It was enough. He saw it. The fear. The desperation. The truth.

Ten minutes. That was all it would take to solve the biggest problem in my life. But solving problems often created new ones. "What happens after that?" I asked. "You move into my home." "And we pretend to be married." "Correct." "For a year." "Yes." I stared at him carefully. "People will believe it?" "They will believe whatever I tell them." His confidence sounded almost frightening. I thought about the newspaper articles I had read about him. Young billionaire builds tech empire. Ruthless businessman crushes competitors.

Emily took a deep breath and tried to calm her racing heart as she stood outside the wedding chapel. She had imagined this moment a million times, but never quite like this. She was about to marry a man she barely knew, a man who was over double her age and a billionaire businessman named Alexander Pierce. The door to the chapel opened, and a woman in a white gown emerged, followed by a man who was clearly her groom. Emily stepped forward, taking her place at the back of the line. She wasn't sure what to expect, but she was determined to make the most of this opportunity.

Dozens of no⁠tificat⁠ions, messages⁠, missed calls. And one headline that made my stomach‌ drop. “‍The Billionaire’s Bride: Love, Lies, and Leverag⁠e?⁠” T‌he article‌ had my n⁠ame in bol‍d letters. It‍ c⁠alled me a myster⁠y‍ wo‌man with no social backgr‌ound, a po‌ssible p‌aw‌n in a strateg‍ic‍ marriage, and worst o‌f all — it ques‌tioned if I h⁠ad “married into luxu‍ry” fo‌r money.

One of the men present was my lawyer, he has the legal papers,and I guess the other man was the bride's relative. I am Wilfred Donaldson,the said broke Billionaire who is at the verge of bankruptcy. I am getting married to save the face of my company. I don't need to be told, but I knew I always have this cold look which has kept people away from me. I looked down at my watch, the time was past 8, yet the bride wasn't here. Could she be the type to always look lavish and dolled up? As dangerous thoughts crossed my mind, the door was pushed open. There was no need for me to take a glance before I knew she had arrived.

I held my ground and rolled my eyes. "Actually, no. I came to let you all know that I'm officially married." The room fell silent for a moment. Then, my dad, Richard Branson, stood up, his face a mix of incredulity and anger. "You're lying." "Am I?" I said, pulling out the marriage certificate and placing it on the table. "Here's the proof." Clara snatched the document, scanning it with her sharp eyes while my stepsister Sabrina peered over her shoulder. Sabrina's mouth twisted into a cruel smile. "Married already? That's rich. Who's the poor fool you managed to trap?"

Her mother advised. “You will be a wife to such a young millionaire.” Her siblings said to her and so as not to become the black sheep of the family, she agreed; at least she was silent through it all and the silence was counted as an approval and the marriage was planned. The marriage was a large society wedding and none of the about to be couple have a say in the way the marriage ceremony was planned. It was a dream come true for the family. The khitbah was not properly done, none of the young couple have any questions for themselves and those they didn’t see each other. They are children to family friends and both are from a good home, that was all.