The Billionaire Substitute Bride Novels & Stories

Third Book in the Billionaire Series. My Marriage is a Contract. Messed with my Arrogant Boss. The Billionaire’s Hidden Legacy "I don’t want to work for you. What if I refuse?" She asked and Lucas chuckled. "That, my dear, is not an option," Lucas replied as he dropped a pen on the file. "Sign it, or you can say goodbye to ever working,” he reminded her. Kiandra Aidan's life gets turned upside down when she gets drugged and has a one-night stand with a handsome stranger who turns out to be none other than a dangerous billionaire, Lucas Valencia and gets pregnant with his child.

Sarah asked. "It's a long story, Sarah." Amelia said. "Tell me, I'm all ears." Sarah replied, and looked more than ready to listen while watering the plants. "Are you aware of the wedding Dylan did recently?" Amelia asked Sarah. "Yes! I'm aware" Sarah responded, "Were you there? I couldn't get to see the bride though, she must be very lucky. Getting married to a billionaire is a real deal." Sarah added. Amelia sighed, dropping the looper she held.

Ater ten minutes, Cayden heard a knock on his office door before it was flung wide open and his friend came to his full view. “What’s the rush?” James asked while he sauntered to his desk. Cayden sat up straight and reached for the stack of papers on the corner of his desk to hand it to James. After a moment, a frown appeared on James’s face as he flipped through the pages that contained vital information about the most beautiful women on the planet. “What are these?” James could not help but ask when he came to the last page. “That my friend is where we are going to look for my substitute bride,” Cayden said matter-of-factly.

And so, with a heavy heart and a voice that threatens to betray me, I utter the words that seal our fate. "I do." As the ring slips onto my finger, I can feel the weight of it settling like a shackle, binding me to a life that is not my own. And yet, amidst the sea of unfamiliar faces and the swell of emotions, I only look for one person. The elegant lady who sat with the groom’s parents, her expression was unreadable, but her gaze was sharp, reminding me of the terms of our agreement. It was because of her that I was now privileged to wear a gown that I never thought I would, and it was because of her that I was pulled into a world that was vastly different from the one I had known all my l

Jasmine sat down immediately with a puzzled look on her face and Avery cut to the chase immediately, because he had no time to beat around the bush. “The woman from last night wasn’t just another woman like you called her.” He started. “She’s mine. She is Zoe Madrigal of Madrigal Hotels and she is my wife.” He didn’t fail to register the shocked look on her face that disappeared almost immediately. She didn’t stand up like he had expected, she only studied him. “You got married?” She asked and when he nodded his head, laughed out loud. “Well, that is surely a surprise. I didn’t see anything about it in the news, Avery.”

As he considered the evening's conversation, a smug smirk adorned his lips as he reveled in the cunning of his silent plan. The Russian mafia boss's father had established an intriguing precondition for his son to inherit the family empire. He decreed that his son must find a suitable wife and gave at least, an heir before he could claim his birthright. Given this mandate, the mafia boss found himself in a perplexing situation. Asa, the captive woman, had unexpectedly stirred an arousal in him, something that no other woman had managed to incite. This unforeseen connection made him contemplate Asa as a potential life partner and perhaps, he already has an heir, Alfred.

His eyes remained fixed on Claire. "Yes. You'll get $80,000 as long as you agree to marry Mr. Alexander Knight as your stepsister's replacement!" "Alexander Knight?!" screamed Claire in astonishment. Her eyes widened at the condition her father had set for her. Of course, Claire knows who Alexander Knight is. He is the son of a bankrupt billionaire who, rumor has it, went into hiding because of his ugly face after he was the victim of a fire that burned down his house eight years ago.

“Tell me who he is and why he chose me as his wife.” She stood petrified in front of me, as if she didn’t know what to say, but I wouldn’t let her get away before she answered all my questions. “I don't understand why he chose you as his wife,” her voice came out shaky and slurred, “but Mr. Gregory is the heir to a multi-billion dollar empire. He needs a wife to take over the family business.” “Billionaire?” I whispered, and it was as if my strength went out like a balloon. ”I married a billionaire?”

"I don't recall offering you a dime to marry me." Ava froze. Had her assumption been wrong? Was their accidental marriage really not just some warped prostitution arrangement? His expression sobered, suddenly earnest. "I hate to break it to you, wife, but you wanted all of this. Me, my world, my life as a wayward billionaire bride." His words clung to every sumptuous inch of his godlike physique, dripping with arrogant male ownership over her life. It suddenly felt impossible to breathe in this abruptly small hallway. Ava spun away, denial and rage clawing at her.

“It’s been too long, brother. How are you doing?" “I'm fine, marcella and you're looking good yourself,” Sebastian said, stepping back to introduce Lillian. “Marcella, this is my wife, Lillian.” Marcella’s eyes narrowed slightly. “Yes, I’ve heard a lot about her, Lillian. But I thought you married her sister Katherine,” Her tone was cold. "Poor girl." Lillian extended her hand. “Nice to meet you, Marcella.” Marcella ignored the gesture. “So, you must be very pleased with yourself, Lillian. Marrying your sister’s husband after she died. How heartless can you be?”