The Billionaire Unwanted Bride Novels & Stories

She forced herself to scroll through the social media posts, each caption more infuriating than the last. “A Love Story for the Ages—Theodore Thatcher Marries Nadia Rostova in an Intimate Ceremony” “The Business World’s Most Eligible Bachelor is Officially Off the Market” “Meet Mrs. Thatcher—The Stunning Bride Who Captured the Billionaire’s Heart” Sheena’s jaw clenched so hard it hurt. Captured his heart? Bullshit. This was a game. A twisted, unfair game. Without wasting another second, she pressed the call button. The phone rang once. Twice.

Everything about this place screamed wealth and power, a sharp contrast to the simplicity of her life at home. Her hands trembled as she clutched her purse tightly. She’d agreed to this meeting out of duty, but she couldn’t shake the unease that settled in her chest. Who was Adrian Blackwood, really? And why would a man like him—a billionaire—want a stranger like her as his wife? “This way, Miss Bennett,” the butler said, his voice polite but distant.

She did not respond to the text last night, because she had been too tired and so had fallen asleep; the perfect excuse and knowing Christopher, he would buy her excuses without thinking twice, but the only problem was that he had refused to fall in love with her. Aimee attempted to drop her phone, but she heard the beeping sounds of notifications, and then made the mistake of checking it out; it was the internet going wild with stories of the latest couple in Mexico City, Christopher Bridger, billionaire heir to Bridger Empire, one of the biggest and most successful empires in the city, and his stunning wife, Ashley Grander.

“This marriage was Grandfather’s dying wish. If I divorce her before producing a legitimate male heir, the controlling shares of Winchester Group go straight to my uncle: the one who’s hated me since I was a kid. It’s ironclad, written before he died. Emely never knew.” I shrugged, like it was nothing. “And since I knew she was stupidly in love with me, the simplest thing was to make her find a surrogate herself. Quickest way to get what I needed.” Lorian’s eyes widened, then softened with cruel delight. “So she’s just… a walking ATM and a fake wife on paper?” “Exactly.” She made a pitying little sound, fingers stroking my chest. “Poor Emely. Sleeping with a husband who doesn’t love her, all

He began to play the scenes in his mind: from the feeling she stirred in him that night he kissed her, to the fierceness in her eyes when she had accused him of stealing her work, to his mother's suspicions about her being pregnant by him and the conditional clause that he had to get married to take the helm of affairs at his father's hospital, back to Annabelle's mounting medical bills. He stopped in his tracks as the solution became evident. He'd solved the problem with the same concentration skill that made him a billionaire before thirty. A simple arrangement that would solve both their problems. His lips curved slightly. She would have the money she needed, and he would reclaim his fath

Emily cut Madison off, and they focused their gaze on Nathan. Emily's car was parked a few meters away from Nathan's car, and they had clear visuals on him. "He is leaving, drive," Madison pressured, and Emily drove after Nathan, following at a safe distance. "I just hope he goes to a club or his secret girlfriend's house," Madison said. Nathan is known as a reserved and extremely hardworking billionaire, unlike Caden and Emily who came from riches, Nathan climbed his way up the social ladder till he became one of the richest billionaires in New York city.

“It was big. Over-the-top. Exactly what you’d expect when rich people pretend they care about charity.” “Mhm,” Naomi hummed. “And?” “And Tristan played the charming billionaire perfectly,” I continued. “Media everywhere. Investors everywhere. Violetta Castille everywhere.” “Oh God,” Naomi groaned. “That woman?” “Yes, that woman,” I said. “and she wore the freaking Red dress.” I let out a slight hiss just thinking about it, “She was absolutely gorgeous.” “Okay,” Naomi said carefully. “You’re listing details. That means something happened.” I opened my mouth to deflect like I always did, but instead, the truth slipped out.

He held a tablet in one hand and a glass of bourbon in the other, dressed in a casual linen shirt, entirely unbothered by his brother's fury. His gaze drifted past Arthur and settled on Evelyn. A slow, provocative smile spread across his face. "And you must be Evelyn. The famous textile girl. I'll admit, when I heard about the contractual marriage, I expected a puppet. But I have friends in that boardroom, and I hear you dismantled Richard Montgomery this morning. Impressive." "Shut it down, Julian." Arthur stepped forward, his broad frame blotting out the light from the hall. "The game is over. Cancel the automated buyout and surrender the master keys to the trust."

“Marriage.” I actually laughed. It was the only reaction I could manage. “You’re joking.” “I don’t joke about business.” My smile disappeared. “You want me to marry you?” “For one year.” I stared at him. “You don’t even know me.” His expression didn’t change. “I know enough.” “And why would a billionaire need to marry a woman whose company is about to be taken by the bank?” “Because I need a wife.” “You have women throwing themselves at you.” “I don’t want one of them.”

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