The Billionaire Substitute Bride Novels & Stories

“It’s…. worse.” I scrolled. Beneath the article, a tiny world full of snakes was having a party. She was the wedding planner, right? How convenient that the real bride ends up in a coma and the planner becomes the wife. Vittoria isn’t even dead and this woman is already sitting beside Nicholas? Classless. Maya Moguel looks way too comfortable wearing the De Castello name. From a Bali event girl to billionaire wife. Teach us, queen. There’s a little girl living in the mansion too, apparently. Where did that child come from?

he says, placing a kiss on my hand. It means a lot, but all I manage is a soft “thank you,” forcing a smile that doesn’t quite reach my eyes. “Yeah, my new secretary, not my girl,” Ben clarifies smoothly. “Ohh… yeah. I remember—the other one got married or something, and you were worrying about a replacement,” the billionaire says. “Yeah, this one was an easy and cheap replacement. She’s my brother’s fiancée. I don’t think she even went to college—it was a favor—”

His voice trembles. A short pause follows. “Your husband is a billionaire, Valerie Carter.” He smiles. “Relax and let my money talk.” My brows furrow, showing my disbelief. I know he’s rich, but I don't know he’s this rich. “The private jet, cars, this restaurant, I own it… Well, I bought it.” He shrugs. “I need to keep our beautiful memories and own the ground I will genuinely vow to you.” He licks his lips.

One of them held a black duffel bag that clinked ominously. Aria’s voice stayed steady. “If I’m such a nobody, why go through all this trouble? Kidnapping me in broad daylight? You’re risking everything.” Selena’s eyes flashed with pure venom. She rose and paced again, her coat flaring. “Because he married *you*. *You*! After everything I did for him, the blood on his hands. I was supposed to be the one wearing his ring. The one sharing his bed every night. The one building an empire with him.” Her voice rose, cracking with raw jealousy. “Instead, he chose some wide-eyed girl who knows nothing about his world just because I run away once.

She read it. She stood in the doorway of the kitchen in the grey sweater and she read the headline and she felt the specific quality of something you have been managing against for thirty-seven days arriving anyway, arriving in the specific form you had imagined in the dark at three and four and five in the morning, arriving not as the feared possibility but as the accomplished fact. BILLIONAIRE FOOLED: BRIDE SWAP SCANDAL. Her face. Victoria's face. Side by side. Someone had done the work.

The words slipped out quietly without me even thinking and Julian’s fingers paused against his phone and there was this unrecognisable emotion in his face. “He built everything I have,” he answered after a moment. “Cross Industries started with him.” “And your mother?” His jaw tightened slightly. “My mother loves power and herself more than people.” Well. That explained literally everything. My eyes drifted toward my reflection in the glass and I barely recognized myself anymore. Designer clothes. Luxury penthouse. Fake marriage. Media scandals. Hours ago I was arguing with hospital billing departments and eating noodles in my apartment while grading exhibition proposals. Now I was standing

My chest tightens painfully as I stare at the screen, frozen, Derek and Anastasia are walking in first, and his hand is wrapped around her waist like it belongs there, like it has always belonged there and then I hear it. “Let’s welcome Mr. and Mrs. Addams in the building, the world’s youngest billionaire!” The words hit me like a slap. Mr. and Mrs. Mrs. My heart sinks even deeper as the reality settles in, sharp “Also, as a special guest, we will be having Mr. Daniel Victor Aiden, a renowned nutritionist, in the room with us!” The crowd erupts into applause, I let out a hollow, humorless breath, of course. Of course this is happening.

The stranger who was somehow going to make all her pain disappear. And it begins.... Raya Bridges stood in the midst of the large crowd completely frozen with a dinner tray in her hand. She was unsure of what to do or say. What was supposed to be just another day at work had gone very unexpectedly. “My dear, please consider my offer, marry my son Raphael.” Fredrick Renolds said again. “Uhm… Uhm… I… I” Raya stuttered. The whole scenario felt so surreal to her, she could not understand why Fredrick Renolds who happened to be the wealthiest man in West Hartford would want her as his daughter in-law.

"They were going to put my father in prison. I didn't have a choice. I didn't even know I was pregnant yet when I took the money—" "You took the money," Julian repeated, the warmth in his eyes dying instantly, replaced by a cold, jagged wall of ice. He let go of her waist as if she had suddenly turned into a serpent. "All this time, I thought you were the one pure thing in my life. But you were just another transaction." "Julian, wait!" But he was already turning away, his face a mask of stone. The cameras flashed, capturing the moment the Billionaire turned his back on his bride-to-be.

I waited for her to explain, and when she finally spoke, her voice had none of the sweetness from earlier. “Divorce Avery.” I almost laughed because I couldn’t believe that was where she was taking this. “What?” “You heard me. Divorce her.” “And then what?” “Marry me.” She was beginning to do too much, honestly. I moved away from the railing. “You came into my house, told me my company is being targeted, and now you’re asking me to marry you?” “I’m giving you a way out.” “What happens if I refuse?” “Then Blackwood Enterprises deals with the consequences.”