The Billionaire Unwanted Bride Novels & Stories

“You look so elegant in it and I can’t wait to see all eyes on you. But do not get carried away because we’ve got our eyes on someone already.” “So what did you call his name again?” Lori asked. “Shawn Elias.” “Shawn…Elias…..” Lori reiterated in a whisper tone. “Are you sure he is a billionaire, mama? His name doesn’t ring a bell.” “Oh my love, it hurts when you don’t trust me. I did my research well. Right now, he is the wealthiest man in the country. Even Don Travous respects him so much. And despite the fact that he has his own bloody money, he also comes from a rich family. Imagine you being his wife. Our generation would never suffer. My grandchildren will be so grateful to you for choo

Especially him. Damian Blackwood. The man I am supposed to marry. A billionaire whose name made tycoons tremble. Cold, ruthless, untouchable. I had seen the way he looked at me during our brief engagement meetings—like I was just another piece of asset, another acquisition. And I refuse to be bought. The curtains lifted. Applause rolled through the crowd. One by one, we glided onto the stage, gowns shimmering under the lights. Each of us masked, each mysterious, each promised to the highest bidder for the sake of “charity.” My turn came all too soon. My heels clicking like gunshots against the polished floor.

“I’m genuinely serious about the deal. My grandfather demands that I marry within thirty days, or I lose Blackwood Industries to my corrupt brother, Williams.” The name hit me like a slap on my face. Williams. I had heard rumors about him very cold, greedy. And also The most ruthless of the Blackwood family. Xavier continued, “The offer is very simple. Three million dollars to be my wife. Strictly a business deal. No feelings. No attachment. Just a signature. Fourteen months. Then we part ways.” “Why me?” I asked directly, my voice cracking. “You were chosen because you have no ties to anyone powerful or dangerous,” he replied. “And you have no interest in my money. Those qualities make you

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.

A frantic phone call with Aunt Beatrice and one impulsive decision later, I'd married a complete stranger. Adrian Blackwell. The ruthless billionaire who owned half the city's skyline. I sighed, pulling the duvet closer. My friends called me impulsive, and my parents called me a hurricane. But lying in a stranger's expensive bed, I couldn't ignore the magnitude of what I'd done. I'd tied my life to a predator. Whatever, I thought, closing my eyes. I'd made my bed, literally. Let the Ice King deal with the consequences. I was going to keep being me.

“His bride disappeared? Did she die or…” “No one knows.” He replied and my heart stopped. “It could be that she ran away or got kidnapped. No one knows actually. But Romanov has to get married in two days. And his bride will automatically get over half of his properties.” He explained and I paused, turning to look at him in shock. “Half? That man is a billionaire! If that's the case, why would his bride run? Unless she was in trouble.” I muttered, mostly to myself than to him and he sighed. “Wait, how do you know all this?”

To a stranger, who’d not only walked in to ruin not just my life but my girlfriend’s? Her delicate features did nothing but annoy me even further. I had no doubt that she’d planned it all out and was happy; she was getting married to a rich tycoon. But I couldn’t be deceived. I had her sign a prenup right after the wedding and abandoned her right there at the reception. After all, it was her wedding and not mine. ….. I’d just stepped into my room… when I noticed the decorations and the veiled bride who was now seated in the middle of the bed.

“She is my daughter “I explained “Ohh my God. A full family. I am so happy to meet you, Lily.” “Let’s go so I can show you the rings we have.” We followed him inside. “What design do you want? We have diamonds to golds and others” I looked at Mara, “Which ring would you like?” I asked her “Ohh I don’t know.” She said and then whispered “It is just a wedding for lily so anything is fine, we can just get anyone” It was then I knew that the thought of us getting married had crossed her mind and she didn’t want to show much excitement concerning the wedding, which is ok. I also didn’t know why I was doing what I did or why I cared about her after what she did to me.

She left, and I sat there looking at the calendar on my phone. It was the first of the month. In thirty days, the woman who had chosen her grandson's bride would open an envelope in Geneva, look at my photograph and know that I wasn't her. My phone buzzed in my hand. I thought it was Paloma again, so I almost didn't look. Then I saw the name of my bank at the top of the screen. A deposit of $100,000.00 has been credited to your account.

The other stayed locked on my hip, holding me in place like I might try to run. Three hours ago I stood in front of a lot of people and said “I do” to a man who thought I was my sister. Now that same man was fucking me against the wall of a bedroom that smelled like money and expensive cologne, and every rough thrust reminded me exactly how little choice I had left. My name is Sloane Vex. I was never supposed to be the bride. And I wasn’t the type to be forced into marrying someone I had never wanted. I have always believed that particular fate would simply pass me by.