The Billionaire Secret Bride Novels & Stories

I was sick and tired of everything—this wheelchair, this house— I was tired of it all. Taking in deep breaths, I wheeled towards the guest room where my new 'wife' was currently staying. I knew she was probably ecstatic to learn that she would be marrying the billionaire's crippled son. Just like the last two, her next plan would probably be to kill me and take over my property. A man who couldn't even get an erection was as good as useless to them whether or not it was Alexander Forger. They were all here for the money, and I knew this one was no different.

It doesn’t mean anything” I tell myself repeatedly as we start walking. We met the lawyers signed the required documents and in a few minutes, we were named husband and wife. Lily started clapping and smiling when the officiant said, “You can now kiss the bride” “Why” I shouted in my head.” We are not supposed to kiss” I thought to myself. I looked at Colton and saw him moving closer. I didn’t know when I closed my eyes until I felt his lips on my cheeks. I opened my eyes and stared at his. His dark eyes stared at me like he was mesmerized that I was his wife or something.

Diana Elizabeth Pembroke. “Oh my God,” Maya breathed. “You did it.” “I did it.” I set down the pen, my hand shaking. “I just agreed to marry a stranger.” “A hot stranger who’s paying you two million dollars.” “That doesn’t make this less insane.” “No. But it makes it profitable insanity.” Maya hugged me. “Okay. What happens now?” I pulled out my phone. Found Xander’s number from the business card he’d given me at The Vault, the one I’d kept despite telling myself I wouldn’t.

She left, and I sat there looking at the calendar on my phone. It was the first of the month. In thirty days, the woman who had chosen her grandson's bride would open an envelope in Geneva, look at my photograph and know that I wasn't her. My phone buzzed in my hand. I thought it was Paloma again, so I almost didn't look. Then I saw the name of my bank at the top of the screen. A deposit of $100,000.00 has been credited to your account.

Listening to her it was as if she was explaining something as simple and natural as making a cake, and not weird and crazy as marrying a man she was already engaged to. “Wait, hold up,” I said, finding my voice. “Let me get this straight, you want to pay me to marry your fiance? Why?” “It dosen’t matter. It's only for some months. Then you will be free and I’ll give you five million dollars.” She said. My eyes nearly popped out of my head. If she was willing to spend that kind of money then obviously it did matter and I told her so. “Why don’t you want to marry him?” I asked.

I turned up the volume and leaned back in my chair. "Welcome back," the anchor said, shaking her head slowly. "We are following the story that has everyone talking today. Celestine Valancourt, the secret heiress who just married the world's richest man, Lysander Ashcroft, is at the center of a growing scandal. Reports have surfaced that she terminated a pregnancy just weeks after leaving her first husband, billionaire Kier Thornwell. Our panel is here to discuss. Let's start with you, Margaret. What do you make of this?"

"Yes, I am. Why all the questions, we've already established we don't have any chemistry?" "Look, I'm going to seem very forward, and I don't want you to answer now." She took out a card and handed it to Addie. "I need a girlfriend for my friend Blake, I want to take her to a couple's retreat island, but she's a recluse, she hides in her house and never meets any new people. She needs a vacation, and since I'm worried about her, I don't want her going anywhere alone." "She's suicidal?"

"When the time comes, you can go to this bridal boutique to buy a wedding dress. Then, you can just call me when everything is ready." Caroline glanced at the name of the bridal boutique and secretly clicked her tongue. Merry Color was a domestic bridal boutique with little popularity. It wasn't because it was unpopular, but because their wedding dresses were very expensive, costing thousands of dollars. Only people from the upper class could afford it. Therefore, this brand was only well known among the upper class. Other people didn't know it at all. Everyone who hired Cook as a photographer was rich and powerful. Caroline guessed that he forgot about Kirk's net worth in a moment of carele

All I needed was space. Sebastian Spenser. The heir of Spenser cooperation and legitimate face of the family business. He is taking me as his bride because he needed me to give him an heir. Because my grandfather thought it was good for business. I stared down at my wedding dress. It is a heavy Ralph Lauren custom made ball. It was made up of the finest Chinese silk with a floral of white lilies. It is gorgeous, fancy and expensive. It was chosen by my mother. I would have preferred a simple yet elegant one but mother insisted I get this particular one. Only the best for the Spenser and Hastings union.

"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?"