The Billionaire Substitute Bride Novels & Stories

"I'm getting you new set of clothes. Seeing your sense of fashion today, and I can't particularly say I was impressed. It's Asher btw." Realization dawned on me, followed by a jab at my heart and an eye roll. I could barely afford my bills, how the hell was I supposed to get clothes that suited his taste? Arriving at my apartment, I noticed that the lights were on. Right. I had to tell Diane. I just signed a marriage contract today which practically means I'm now a married woman. I mentally flinched at that reality. It hadn't set it yet. The reality that I was now married to the grandson of Howard Companies, a multi billionaire.

Sapphire was just a useless piece of trash who wanted a better life only for herself. He was going to make everything go back to their original place. That was sure. He just needs Emerald to get on her feet soon, so that he would begin his perfect plan. Emerald was the true wife. She was the real daughter-in-law of the Preston family. Sapphire… was just a replacement. “Dear, Sapphire got married to…” “Shut up!” He cut her short immediately. “What are you saying, mum?” Emerald asked. “If you say anything there, I am going to skin you alive.”

I pointed out curiously. "Bridget has been going nuts lately, I heard she has been trying to dispose your properties illegally but I stopped her, so it doesn't matter anymore and also she contradicted herself, she said your husband is after your money which is very impossible because from my research, you husband is a billionaire and he doesn't need your money and also, I don't see you as someone that will go to that length." I am glad that he doesn't believe her but he is wrong about me, I am that girl. I was really desperate to make sure that Bridget didn't end up with the inheritance and I agreed to a contract marriage, I am just lucky that we ended up falling in love.

I stood by his side staring and transfixed, the clicking of the camera from the reporters was on repeat. Tristain Herdezn exchanged pleasantries with her, and I kept on shaking my head in defeated silence. I could read the next headline in the papers by morning. “The substitute bride was humiliated at her own reception” “Ruthless billionaire ignores his wife for a more sexy lady” “Tristain Herdezn, and who do we have here?”. The woman who made a mockery of me right before the whole crowd, turning to face me not letting go of her grip on Tristain's arm.

Dozens of no⁠tificat⁠ions, messages⁠, missed calls. And one headline that made my stomach‌ drop. “‍The Billionaire’s Bride: Love, Lies, and Leverag⁠e?⁠” T‌he article‌ had my n⁠ame in bol‍d letters. It‍ c⁠alled me a myster⁠y‍ wo‌man with no social backgr‌ound, a po‌ssible p‌aw‌n in a strateg‍ic‍ marriage, and worst o‌f all — it ques‌tioned if I h⁠ad “married into luxu‍ry” fo‌r money.

Adrian said smoothly, though there was an edge to his voice. Victoria. Now, Leila knew the name. Victoria Moreau—heiress to a luxury empire, socialite, and, most importantly… Adrian Kane’s ex. She felt her stomach turn. Victoria’s gaze flickered to Leila, her lips curving into a slow, knowing smile. “So this is the new Mrs. Kane.” Leila met her stare without flinching. “That’s right.” Victoria extended a hand. “Charmed.” Leila took it, gripping just a little harder than necessary. “Likewise.”

“Oh! My mistake. Forgive me dear. I didn’t mean to call you a maid. I thought you were the help. I need to leave a message for Leonard.” My knuckles whitened. “Go ahead.” “Please let him know everything’s ready. I’ve packed my bags and I’m moving into the lakeside villa tomorrow. He said it’s all set up fresh linens, my favorite flowers, the whole thing. Such a romantic surprise.” I couldn’t breathe. The knife I had been using to chop slid from my fingers, clattering against the counter. “The lakeside villa?” My voice cracked. “Are you sure?” “Of course.” She sounded almost confused at my reaction. “Leonard said it’s special to him.”

were the words and actions that made me clear my mother's hospital bills and other expenses at home before leaving them with an excuse – ‘I'm going to work for the money I got’. I got to the altar and my saliva dried up on its own on seeing the billionaire,throat sore god's had to wait for this very moment. He was looking so perfect in the expertly tailored suit on him and the pomade hairstyle allowed his cuteness to scream out itself. “You may now unveil your bride” the priest's words came, interrupting my thoughts and immediately, the billionaire raised my veil, allowing me to have a clearer view of his perfect looks. Our gazes locked for a while and I felt my heart skip a thousand beats a

I breathed out, slumping onto the edge of the bed with a soft thud. My shoulders drooped. The silence in the room only made me more aware of how unprepared I felt. Being married to a billionaire didn’t automatically mean you knew how to dress the part. There were expectations—silent, loud, and always hovering. I was supposed to look elegant, put-together… untouchable. But right now, I looked like someone who barely rolled out of bed in an old shirt that used to be white. I dragged my fingers through my hair and glanced at the mirror across the room. My reflection stared back—plain, unsure, and still trying to figure things out.

“Is the Don’s son really getting married?” “She looks young.” I kept on walking, my head high as I locked gaze with one person… Marco. He was standing at the podium, a younger man standing beside him with a frown etched on his face. Was this his son? That looked like a teenager? I swallowed hard and continued walking until I reached the podium and stood beside the younger man. “People, I hereby introduce Cassandra Beckham, my future daughter-in-law.” They cheered and the sound of their clapping echoed through the hall.