The Billionaire Unwanted Bride Novels & Stories

But, Janet obviously didn't want it over. “Then what about Julia? Why does she have to be the one to get married to that monster when Elena is here?" She yelled in tears. Somehow I could feel the pain in her voice. But what was she talking about? Monster? Wasn't it said that the first son of the Walton family was the hottest Billionaire? Julia had been looking forward to this day for a long time. Even after we went bankrupt, she still maintained her extravagant lifestyle, saying she only needed to be a happy and beautiful bride-to-be. Her fiance spoiled her silly.

She asked genuinely curious. Blair let out an exasperated sigh. "She's pretty, Mom, we can't keep denying that fact. If he marries her, she'll manipulate him into giving her all his wealth, and I'll just be forgotten," she explained, her voice rising with frustration. "If she should marry anyone, it has to be someone of a much lower status." Raven's heart pounded in her chest as she absorbed the shocking admission from her sister. Lenora’s expression softened as she reached out to touch Blair’s arm. "That's not a problem, darling," she said soothingly. "You'll have the Barrett family's wealth, so you have nothing to worry about."

he murmured, “the world will know your name.” She smiled. “One day.” Outside, the city continued unaware. Inside, a billionaire claimed not an empire— But a wife the world would never see coming.

“And this has to do with me?” “I want you to marry me.” The café seemed to tilt. She laughed. Loudly. “That’s insane.” He reached into his coat and placed a folded document on the table. A check. Her laughter died. The amount made her dizzy. Half a million dollars. “I’ll cover your mother’s medical bills,” he said. “All of them. Immediately. The rest is yours.” Her hands trembled. “You don’t even know me.” “I don’t need to.” “That’s supposed to convince me?”

One of the men present was my lawyer, he has the legal papers,and I guess the other man was the bride's relative. I am Wilfred Donaldson,the said broke Billionaire who is at the verge of bankruptcy. I am getting married to save the face of my company. I don't need to be told, but I knew I always have this cold look which has kept people away from me. I looked down at my watch, the time was past 8, yet the bride wasn't here. Could she be the type to always look lavish and dolled up? As dangerous thoughts crossed my mind, the door was pushed open. There was no need for me to take a glance before I knew she had arrived.

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.

"You want me to marry you? I can't. I won't. You already have a bride waiting for you." "No, Ella. Listen to me." Aiden moved closer, desperation evident in his eyes. "I promise I'll make this right. That wedding means nothing to me." He gently took her hand. "I'll call it off, Ella. I swear I will.” I am not desperate to marry a billionaire.I am not covetous. Marry whoever your family wants and never come my way again. Ella left for her room in disappointment. I got pregnant by a callboy and this callboy is a billionaire, he's getting married very soon. In a few months,my baby will be in this world and I will be dropping my baby with someone who isn't her father.Ella was completely lost in

His grip was steady, no longer the iron shackle of a husband-by-contract, but the anchor of a partner. "Day one hundred and eighty," I whispered. "Not quite," Damien said, looking at the glowing burner phone in my hand. The screen flickered one last time. A message from an unknown number: *The Architect never builds a house she can't escape. See you in the Caymans, Queen.* I looked at the smoking ruins, then at the man I had married to survive. The Unwanted Bride was dead. The Harrington empire was ash. But the Vane legacy was just beginning.

The place where Clara had left her letter. Elena's heart began racing. “Then we need to go back.” Adrian nodded. “Now.” But as they turned toward the door, Alexander caught his son's arm. “Wait.” Adrian looked at him. “What?” Alexander's expression was grave. “If you go to Rosewood, you must be prepared to discover something that could destroy your marriage.” Elena felt a cold chill. “What does that mean?” Alexander looked at her. “Because the original beneficiary wasn't just hidden from the world.”

"Decided against it." "Why?" "Because I didn't want to." A faint smirk pulled at his mouth. "Turns out being a billionaire means you occasionally get to make questionable decisions purely because you feel like it. It's one of the better perks." "That's a terrible excuse." "It's the only one I've got. Take it or leave it." I didn't have a comeback for that, mostly because some traitorous part of me had already decided I didn't want to leave it at all. He leaned in, forehead against mine. "Did you sleep okay?"