The Billionaire Substitute Bride Novels & Stories

People would think because I married a billionaire and appeared on TV, then I was suddenly a billionaire too. "That's not true. I plan on giving you part of the payment tonight and then I'll try and pay the rest by next week." I said in a pleading tone. "Why don't you ask your billionaire husband for help? I'm sure he wouldn't want his wife to be thrown out on the streets." He said with a cunning smile. "I can't- do that." I shuttered, not knowing how to explain to him that I wasn't Allen's real bride, I was just a substitute.

Laura, grateful for my words, smiled weakly while Susie let out a sound of displeasure and stormed off a few steps ahead of us. Sorry babe, I almost called out but held my tongue. I would make it up to her later. "It's just... When we moved to Vegas, all everyone could talk about was the new Mrs Lowell. How she rose from shame to fame. And had nothing before she scored the richest man in Vegas." Laura explained and I smiled. Of course, people thought that about me. No one knew it was a bloody contract that I had been conned into by my very own fiancee. The man whom I was going to marry! He sold me to the Lowells and went on his merry way like some fucking philistine.

They were going to leave, but the Mayor had something else he wanted to talk about. "Congratulations on your marriage. I see you have found a diamond in another place as well." The Mayor looked at Spencer, who was dressed in a dark green velvet gown, decorated with golden flower embroidery. Her shiny raven-colored hair flowed down to her waist . The Mayor watched her with much admiration. He found her more beautiful than his own wife and that made him jealous of Kristof. Even more, than he already was. He was the Mayor! However, Kristof was wealthier, more powerful, and had a better-looking lover.

She was unable to meet the eyes of anyone, afraid of the viciousness she might see. “Raise your head” Stephen gritted out quietly and she looked up. She saw Evelyn beaming and returned the smile shakily. Helen had a snarl on her face as well so she quickly turned away and faced the altar where he husband to be stood with the same stoic expression he had that day. Never in a million years did Iris think she would be walking down the aisle in a wedding dress that cost more than her entire life spendings, getting married to one of the richest men alive who may or may not hate her.

He was used to seeing changes in the attitude of the billionaire owner of a venture company known for his astuteness in business and investment. Yes, he is Gerald Zeroround—the owner of a multinational venture company with unimaginable wealth. The young billionaire is predicted to be the successful businessman of the century. A handsome man full of charm who is still single at thirty-two. Or it could have ended his bachelor life in hours if his prospective bride hadn't disappeared like the news they were receiving.

Hello my dear readers, thank you so much for reading “Billionaire Substitute Bride”. Thank you for your support and patience. I’m here to inform you that this is the end of book 1. The story will continue in book 2. Book 2 entails all your unanswered questions in book 1, like; is Noah really dead? How far is Maria willing to go to achieve her revenge? Maria’s real identity, Mia’s real identity, as well as, Noah’s real identity.

"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?"

“You need to see this.” He handed me a tablet. I skimmed the screen and stopped. A new article. Ricci Russo’s Marriage a Deal? Reportedly Sophia Williams Was Sold to This Billionaire in Return for Money. A draft of heat coursed through my veins. I scrolled further. Photos. The contract I had signed with her father. Details of the transaction. It was all there on the page—chilly, brutal, inarguable. A new scandal. What in the world was happening?

“The agreement does not specify which Brown you will wed, Sss...Sorry, no sir, got it.” “I see. So, who will be my bride?” I can’t mask my dejected voice. I am irritated with myself for not seeing her true colors earlier. Ella has been living like a spoiled pampered princess her whole life. She found anyone poor unworthy of her time. I must have been blind and a fool to oversee all of that before. “Miss Amari Brown.” “The cousin, of course.” I can’t say that I am surprised that the Ella is using her late uncle’s daughter as her substitute. I am surprised that she agreed to marry the homeless poor cripple I am now known as.

His eyes were too cold for a human being, almost as if there are dead. “I suppose I will be withdrawing shares from your company.” He stated coldly and stood up, his imposing frame easily towering over 6’3. “Aria will replace her as your bride.” Dad fumbled over his words. “Aria here will be your wife in place of her elder sister.” I was left speechless at how easily dad had given me up to this man. But I let it slide as I had already decided to marry him, hence I would have objected to his face.