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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.

I said before I continued my speech. "Ummm so I need a bride as soon as yesterday. I have drawn up a contract which states that I will marry a girl and offer her 3 million dollars and after 6 months we go our separate ways. Pretend as though nothing happened." I said, and lifted right her eyebrow in awe as I pushed the file papers across the table to her. "So, here is the contract. You're the chosen girl for me." I said and handed her the contract with a smirk and she looked dumbfounded and bewildered. Her mouth was just hanging open, speechless and in shock.

"You don't need to look that shocked. I need to get married. My bride just ditched me. I need a bride and I want you to be my bride. I'm ready to pay anything." She suddenly looked disgusted. She had expected his condescending pride. One she knew most billionaires inevitably had. But she was disgusted he sounded so sure money was just enough to convince her. "I don't need your money. What d'you think I am? What d'you take me for? A bride on sale?" He scratched his head regretfully. "I didn't mean it like that..." "Of course you didn't," she cut in sarcastically.

"No, we'll leave together. I don't want the sleazy tabloids capturing shit about our marriage." At that, she chuckled humorlessly, unbothered by his anger. "You've done a good job painting the reality of what it is to the media already. I won't be made a clown a second time." Then she reached for her phone and ordered a cab in front of the nanny and the Stark family chauffeur who had come in a limo to pick them up. What the fuck was she trying to pull? What new scheme could she be cooking? Alessandro knew he couldn't make a scene there and swallowed his rage, watching as a small cab drove in and the new wife of the richest billionaire in America according to Forbes, entered with their baby.

“I made you who you are today. If it wasn’t for me, you would still be slaving your life away in that stinking restaurant with a wage below average. You have nothing, Sienna. No goals, no ambitions, nothing. I own every piece of you. To the crown of your head and to the soles of your feet, I paid for it. So, I did you a favor to marry you even though I knew that I wasn’t even in love with you.” She stumbled back. “You told me that you were marrying me because -” “Stop being naive. I didn’t tell you I was in love with you. I married you as Anastasia’s substitute. I don’t love you.” “Sebastian, what did I ever do to you?” She cried. Such a crybaby. “I’ve been such a good wife to you, and there

How come she didn’t save it in her account ? Where did she get all that money? Yes, she is the wife of the a business merchant who owns a food factory and own most of the top restaurants in the north and even in Lagos, but she is not working ... She is just his wife ... I hope Dhikrah did not steal the money... I don’t want to get mixed with her dubious character... She sighed again and she remember the pregnant who had just left the store... Oh Allah, I want a baby too... She had thought getting pregnant would be easier but now she knows better.

She says and the entire crowd bursts into laughter. "All the way from Boston, he was crowned America's most eligible billionaire bachelor foe three years in a row by Vogue, but he dropped the title after he marries american beauty Willow daughter of one the greatest oil producers in the world. He still didn't drop a title. The youngest billionaire in the world and fifth most richest person, here with his wife, please say hi to them," She says and I raise my hands in the air. They applaud for the both of us and I smile a them. They continued with the event as Luciano skates over to me.

"Stupid. Very stupid. But you know how these families are. Rebellion takes weird forms." "Charming." "Right?" Scarlett's voice had that edge again. That dry amusement. "So what about it?" Her smile was wicked. "Guess who the bride is." I blinked. Processed. "Wait. What?" She paused. Dramatic. The way she did when she had good gossip. "The girl. The one his family wanted him to marry. The business arrangement girl." I turned to look at her. Actually turned my whole body. "What?" "Grace Wellington. Daughter of the Wellington banking family. Worth about three billion dollars. Been groomed since birth to marry into another dynasty."

He was insinuating what had gotten me here in the first place and although I was disgusted by this pregnancy, I could use some much needed attention. I silently get up and head to the bedroom. I hear him follow behind me and shut the door. At least there was one thing that occupied me. After my hatred-filled entanglement, I tell Francisco to take me to a nail salon. Once we arrive, I sit down and wait for my services when I see the news playing in a screen just up the wall across from me. ‘Social Articles report that a young billionaire is no longer back on the market. The business mogul has rekindled with his wife who was seen sporting the same rings gifted to her for their wedding just 6 y

"My grandfather, William Kingsley, is a man obsessed with control. And according to his will, I can't inherit his vast fortune unless I'm married." A bewildered laugh escaped my lips. "Seriously? A billionaire can't inherit his own money because he isn't married?" "Apparently not," he said, a wry smile twisting his lips. "The old man believes in traditional values, family legacy and all that jazz." The absurdity of it all washed over me. "So, you need a wife. A fake wife, to appease your cranky grandpa and score a hefty inheritance." "Not exactly a wife," he corrected, his gaze locking with mine. "The contract stipulates a marriage in name only. Public appearances, weekends at his estate – a