The Billionaire Substitute Bride Novels & Stories

The boss bore the pain in his groin and kicked the man hard, “Are you out of your mind? She is just playing with you. She is nothing but a mere actress. How much money do you think that she has?” Hearing their conversation, Emmy spoke up, “My husband is rich. I am sure that you have heard of someone by the name Vince Young. I am his wife, and if you let me go, I can guarantee that he will reward you handsomely.” Hearing that, the boss laughed so hard that tears were coming out of his eyes, “You are very funny. Who do you think you are? Can someone like Vince Young get married to you? You should wake up from your wild dream, bitch.”

~Elena~ I clasped my thigh, dragging the duvet closer to my naked body. I never expected that agreeing to be a substitute bride would drag my life into another nightmare. My new husband was disfigured as well as disabled, but it didn't affect his aura and power. I had no idea what I did wrong to piss him off. Didn't he marry Julia for love? Or had he recognized that I was just a fake? I followed the butler down the hall, the cold floor masking my feet. We arrived at a different section of the house on the ground floor. We passed a corridor connected with doors and stopped in front of one. He pushed open the door and ushered me in first before following.

The long silent journey was over as we reached my penthouse, Like the gentleman I was, to secure the curiosity of anyone that followed us, I opened the door to pick her up, carrying her in my arms, her cheeks flushed with red… how smitten she fell for me. I took inside,climbing the stairs then dropping her at her room, already arranged for her. “That’s enough acting for today, get some rest” I said, letting her know this was all fake. She only nodded but her body language said something different, she was amused and confused. I turned back to set things straight” “Olivia” I said, she hummed, her eyes finally facing me. “This marriage is purely but a play, you are only my wife on paper, you h

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.

Damian Blackwood waited at the altar like he was attending a funeral instead of his own wedding. Tall, still, unreadable. Black suit. Dark eyes. A mouth that looked as if it had forgotten how to be kind. For a second, Elena’s steps faltered. Her fingers tightened around the bouquet. Somewhere behind her, the wedding planner made a sharp little sound, probably terrified the bride was about to ruin the most photographed marriage deal of the year. Marriage deal. That was all it was. One year. One signature. One ruthless billionaire paying off her family’s debts in exchange for a wife he could parade in front of the board, the press, and his dying grandfather.

I didn't. “…rumors are already spreading that Ethan Kale may have married this woman in secret. Social media is exploding with questions, accusations, and debates—” I stood there frozen, wondering how on earth they imagined all those lies. “—why did the billionaire replace his bride? Who is this woman? Is she the reason the original bride disappeared from the ceremony? Or… is she a paid mistress?” My body grew weak, I was close to collapsing. And I knew if nature wasn't with me, I'd probably have my head smacked against the tiled floor.

The whispers followed us everywhere. Even after Adrian and I had stepped fully into the ballroom, I could still feel hundreds of curious eyes lingering on us. "They actually came together?" "I heard they don't even live like husband and wife." "Who is she?" "That's Celia Rowan." "The substitute bride?" "I expected someone... different." I lowered my eyes. No matter how expensive the gown was, No matter how carefully my hair had been styled, I was still the woman who had stolen another bride's place in their eyes.

All the girls are Mass Comm students except Zenni who's in Computer Science, and she's the only one who's not here as the girls made clean checks on Florian. "He's a Ultra Elite like us," Pasha nodded. "His mother owns Wesley Global Network in NewYork .A Private Banking Network." Jehlani said. "But his family Net worth is below Beatrice s family with two million, so why the hell is he already behaving like the richest?" Pania made faces. "Sometimes, dogs would wanna be foxes too, disrespectful. I'll teach him a lesson." Beatrice muttered, drinking from her glass of sparkling water. Zenni joined them at this point with a tricky grin.

" Lena collapsed onto the floor completely, her face ashen and lifeless. Meanwhile, a thousand miles away, in a small seaside town, I was getting married. The sea breeze carried a damp, salty smell. I sat by my window, looking outside, my eyes going warm. A bridal carriage stood in the yard. Its frame was carved from fine golden rosewood, the details worked with painstaking care. What caught the eye most, though, were the countless pearls set into the wood—each one round and full, like scattered moonlight. Everyone who saw it couldn't help but gasp. "Good Lord, what did this cost?" Susan stood beside me, laugh lines crinkling at the corners of her eyes. "As long as my girl's happy, that's al

Blurb Adrian Vale does not believe in love. He believes in control, contracts, and winning. When his powerful grandmother makes marriage a condition for inheriting the Vale family empire, Adrian decides to solve the problem the easiest way possible and he hires a woman to play the role of his fiancée. Lena Brooks is not special, she is not wealthy, connected, or ambitious. She is just a woman trying to survive, drowning under medical bills and responsibility. When Adrian offers her a deal that could save her family, she agrees to pretend to love a man who swore he never would. What starts as a business arrangement quickly turns into something neither of them planned. Because Adrian’