The Billionaire Substitute Bride Novels & Stories

The older man ignored him completely. His eyes remained fixed on me. “What is your name?” he asked. “Amara,” I answered quietly. “Full name.” I told him. Silence followed. Then- “You’re not from our world.” Not a question. A statement. I swallowed carefully. “No, sir.” He leaned back slightly, studying me with unsettling calmness. “And yet somehow,” he murmured, “you became my grandson’s wife over night.” The room felt colder. Alexander finally spoke. “I made my decision.”

My mother had insisted on staying in Seattle until after the ceremony before flying to Switzerland, and seeing her in the front row weak but smiling, tears in her eyes almost broke me. This is for her, I reminded myself. Everything is for her. Then the music started, and everyone stood, and I walked down the aisle on my father's arm toward the man who would be my husband in a matter of minutes. Alexander stood at the altar in a perfectly tailored black tux, and when our eyes met, something passed between us. Understanding, maybe. Shared sacrifice. Or maybe just mutual acknowledgment of the insanity we were both agreeing to. He looked nervous, I realized. Alexander Knight, billionaire CEO who

“And rumors has it that you’re one of the reason he accepting all of this.” I frowned and she went ahead. “You know with football out of the way, I’m not sure your husband can keep the title of a Billionaire.” A young lady ushered us both into a swanky office and shut the door. That was a lie; money wasn’t Tobias’s problem; it can never be, he’s doing this to spit her “Take a seat.” She pointed to the seat opposite the one she was sitting on. “I want straight answers, else I can’t guarantee that you’ll walk out of this building alive.”

He held a tablet in one hand and a glass of bourbon in the other, dressed in a casual linen shirt, entirely unbothered by his brother's fury. His gaze drifted past Arthur and settled on Evelyn. A slow, provocative smile spread across his face. "And you must be Evelyn. The famous textile girl. I'll admit, when I heard about the contractual marriage, I expected a puppet. But I have friends in that boardroom, and I hear you dismantled Richard Montgomery this morning. Impressive." "Shut it down, Julian." Arthur stepped forward, his broad frame blotting out the light from the hall. "The game is over. Cancel the automated buyout and surrender the master keys to the trust."

My father, Edward, stood beside me, refusing to even offer me his arm. Through a small gap in the doors, I could see the front row. Zara was already there, holding court. She wore a pale pink designer gown that made her look like a fragile, porcelain doll. She was dabbing the corners of her eyes with a lace handkerchief, performing her role flawlessly. "She is so brave," a woman in the second row whispered loudly, ensuring everyone around her heard. "I know," another socialite replied, shaking her head. "Zara sacrificed her own happiness to save her family's business. She gave up her place as the bride so her sister could have a billionaire husband. And Kira doesn't even appreciate it."

Due to unexpected circumstances, she accepts the offer, little does she know the prince is no knight in shining armor. Meet Rodriguez Astley A smart, hardworking, handsome, and arrogant billionaire prince. He is everything a woman could ever want. With his adonis skin, silky black hair, and blue eyes he could get any woman in his bed. He is married to a loving and submissive model wife Emelia, who loves him dearly. What happens when he crosses paths with Cassandra on a business trip in New Orleans, and she coincidentally becomes His Surrogate.

What scared me was that finally I was about to meet him. My husband. Kaif's POV, "The beautiful bride is here." The host announced as I sat on the stage. A few girls began throwing rose petals on the ground and she arrived. Dressed in a long golden lehenga, I won't deny though, she looked quite a beauty but her face was down so I couldn't see clearly. As if I wanted to! So this is that slut huh? How many men did she sleep with till now? Yet she gets a chance to marry a multinational billionaire. Lucky bitch.

Actually, it was Kayla who opted to take Ivy out. That was the only way she could support her only sister. Ivy was the one who got married to Dillon, also, she was the one who had to endure everything that comes with dating a billionaire. "Are you ready to go inside the world?" Kayla asked, shouting. Ivy removed her weird sunglasses, stomped her feet, and saluted at the same time. "Yes, madam," She shouted back. "Okay!!! Now, let's go," They both stomped their feet and marched out as if it was a match past.

Hadley's breathing turns erratic, and she tries to manage it as she turns towards her father, asking for an explanation. “Did you know that she has been sick, or are you just getting to know?” Hadley asked, and the man sighed, rubbing his jaw. “Have you ever wondered if you came in as your sister's substitute…that is because we can't let a sick child marry into Elliot's family,” he said, and Hadley gasped. She was able to marry Maurice because her sister was sick, and her greedy father needed someone to step in. “So you mean, I was called to substitute for Ella, not because she ran away but because she was…sick?” Hadley asked, looking at her mother, and the woman nodded her head at her.

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.