The Billionaire Substitute Bride Novels & Stories

Colton called yesterday asking what we were doing today and that we need to go and shop for our wedding rings. No wonder she wasted time, she is excited to see her dad. “Oh ok, let’s go” ************************************************************** We first went to get Lily’s dress, a blue flare dress that sparkles, and a matching pair of blue shoes. Since it was just a small wedding, I got a short white dress which was A chic, off-shoulder satin wedding dress with a fitted bodice and a flared tea-length skirt. It has a clean, minimalist design that feels elegant, modern, and effortlessly graceful. I loved it.

My father’s voice dropped deathly low as he advanced toward me. “I will not be used as a replacement for any man. I deserve to be with someone I love—and who loves me too. Not someone who is looking for a substitute.” I was defiant and hell-bent on not marrying Jared Wilson. A billionaire businessman and mogul, he had the looks and the money any woman would normally desire.

Then I reached for it, feeling the weight of the fabric in my hands, smooth and heavy like something precious yet terrible all at once. My phone buzzed with a text from Mom: "The car will be there in fifteen minutes. Arthur Bellingham is a twenty-eight year old billionaire, who lost his parents at thirteen. He's cold. Doesn't trust easily. Pamela met him through business connections I suppose. He proposed six months ago. The arrangement was meant to benefit both families. That's all you need to know." That's all you need to know. As if marrying a stranger while pretending to be my sister could ever be summarized in a text message.

“We’re married for convenience, not conversation. Keep your first name for your personal life, if you plan to have one.” And just like that, he stood, buttoned his jacket, and left. I stared at his untouched toast, the butter melting into a soft puddle. Somewhere in my chest, something small cracked. If this was marriage, it was colder than the betrayal I’d already lived through. The mansion was huge enough to get lost in, and I did, more than once. Every hallway was lined with expensive paintings and antique vases that probably cost more than I’d ever earned in a year. The maids moved like shadows, silent and efficient. They bowed but avoided eye contact, as if I were another piece of expen

Twenty-year-old Rosalie Whitmore has been the daughter her family forgot they had. When the Whitmore shipping empire teeters on bankruptcy, she is dragged out of her bedroom by two guards and sold off in her sister Vivienne's place to Dante Caldwell, the cold heir to a merchant banking dynasty. On their wedding night, drunk and expecting the sister he thought he was marrying, Dante calls her by Vivienne's name. In the morning, his family calls her a thief. By the end of two months she has been locked away, framed, humiliated, and almost broken. She walks out of the Caldwell estate barefoot before dawn with six hundred dollars, a locket, and a secret she will not learn about for another month

Wrapped securely around his waist was his hand, his fingers digging with steady, possessive firmness into his wife's side. To the glittering upper crust of international society, they were the undisputed king and queen of elite commerce—the ruthless billionaire titan and his breathtaking, blue-blooded bride. No one in that room knew the truth. No one knew that the real bride was currently sitting on the floor of a Canadian publishing firm earning an hourly wage. No one knew that the woman walking beside Ethan was an impostor, a twin sister who had usurped her sister's identity, only to find herself trapped in a nightmare of her own making.

Love, Emily. Richard's vision blurred. He clutched the letter tightly against his chest. "I'm so sorry..." Downstairs... Margaret's phone suddenly rang. She answered lazily. "Hello?" A cheerful voice replied, "Congratulations!" Margaret frowned. "For what?" "I just saw the news online." "What news?" "The billionaire wedding!" "They're saying Alexander Blackwood got married after the bride disappeared." Margaret laughed. "So?" "The replacement bride looks exactly like your stepdaughter." Margaret's smile disappeared.

“Rumor has it that you are in search of a wife. Something about an inheritance. My sister just turned 18 and is looking to settle down. My parents wanted her well provided for so I have spent almost all of our savings sending her to the best schools. She graduated with honors and her degree in business. She is going to start working for our family's company since she has no immediate prospects, but I would like to provide the life my parents had in mind for her. She understands that in our circles marriages are like business contracts and she has left it to me to find her a suitable partner.” I can hardly believe he would be able to choose a suitable toilet for a bathroom, let alone a ma

Sarah giggled. “Why not get get married to him then?” Chloe wiped her tears as they rolled down, “He is a billionaire right? And you love material things, you should just get married to him and..” “How dare you speak to me like that!” Sarah flared and tried to move closer to Chloe, but Isabella stopped her. “You don’t have to do anything Sarah, she will get married, whether she likes it or not.”

he will always asked himself and throw the pictures of the supposed ladies pictures brought to him by his dad to choose a bride, Been the only son of a billionaire, bussiness owners,companies Manager and other source of wealth, He was forced to get married or to his dad will seized everything he had, Having no option,he agreed to get married without a bride, Wedding invitation sent to family and friends for the wedding of Clifford Brown with no bride available, But one thing is certain,he must get a bride before the day of the wedding, What happened when Rissa Williams became the last day bride of the cold, sturbon, arrogant son of a wealthy billionaire? How will their marriage life be? Will