The Billionaires Accidental Bride St Help Novels & Stories

The clip was everywhere within twenty minutes. I scrolled through the headlines in the backseat while Ezra sat beside me, calm as a man riding home from a business lunch. "Crane Wedding Scandal: Bride Marries Wrong Brother." "Billionaire Humiliated at Own Altar." "Who Is Ezra Crane? The Black Sheep Who Stole the Bride." They made it sound romantic. It wasn't romantic. It was a chess move dressed in white silk. Ezra's phone rang. He looked at the screen and something in his face tightened, just barely, just for a second. He answered.

We didn’t look like two drunk idiots playing pretend. I looked up at Eric and said, “We’re screwed. “Completely, and utterly fucked.” My heart was pounding and then, I read the caption below the video: “British Billionaire Heir Marries Mystery Woman in Miami.” That one sentence was bold enough to punch my soul straight out of my body. I blinked at first, then blinked again. British… what? Billionaire… Who? “What—?” I choked out, staring at the screen like it might suddenly correct itself.

I replied honestly, though my reasons for hating him were a complicated mixture of good and bad. “A lot of things will happen, Alliyah. I hope you are prepared for anything,” Satana said as she drove inside another massive villa, one that looked just as extravagant and imposing as the estates I had grown accustomed to. I did not know that Chester and Kassandra owned villas like this. I only knew about the businesses they presented on the surface, but now, I feel like they also built a business underground that made them this wealthy. After Satana parked near the curb, I immediately noticed Chester walking out of the grand entrance with a wide smile stretched across his face.

I walked over to the bed, my legs suddenly unable to hold me up. I threw my head back, glancing up at the ceiling before reaching for my phone again and swiping out of Cecily's chat to see the news headlines, and they were not better than the pictures. In fact, the feeling it left made everything worse. “Dante Rossi and Georgia Kane finally making a move?” “Cosmetics Heiress Georgia Kane Spotted in an Intimate Moment with Real Estate Mogul Dante Rossi” “Are Dante Rossi and Georgia Kane the City's Newest Power Couple?”

I shake my head, “It doesn’t hurt that bad anymore. Besides, Neal applied a wet towel compress. I’m pretty sure that counts as first aid.” She still looks wary but concedes, “If you say so. And speaking of Neal, how is he?” “He’s fine, Mom,” I sigh, unaware of the blissful smile that splits my face. He’s set to become the richest man in all of London and he likes me– a lowly secretary that does nothing but give him a hard time. “Judging by that smile, I take it that he’s absolutely splendid,” Mom gives me a knowing smile, “Should I be expecting another grandbaby?”

“I’m your husband.” He brushed a strand of hair behind my ear and grazed it with a fleeting kiss. My cheeks burned. “We’ll talk at your condo—with your lawyer present—so you can see exactly how you’ll fit,” I said, keeping my voice steady. His brows pinched, hurt flickering in his eyes. “So… all this time, I was never part of your plan.” He stepped back, shoulders stiff. “I’ll wait in the car.” He walked off. I rubbed my temples. Great. I’ve wounded a billionaire’s pride.

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.

Zara asked, her brow furrowing. "Much older," Ethan turned around, walking back to the desk. He leaned over, placing his hands flat on the glass, staring intently at the hologram. "When Elias Frost faked his death and took over the Vane Syndicate, he amassed trillions. But even trillions can't buy an untraceable black-card account in Geneva. That level of anonymity requires the complicity of sovereign nations." "So Vivian found a billionaire benefactor to fund her revenge?" Zara reasoned, though she didn't like how the theory felt. "Why would someone that powerful care about a petty shipping heiress?"

"Can he really do that? I mean, is it something easy you can solve with a text just from the house?” Adriel nodded. "Of course. He is the best in the business." “Besides, it is not much of a problem. My influence does the job fast.” Adriel's eyes shinned with mischief as he gazed at Emma. "Isn't that a great benefit of having such a handsome, sexy, billionaire husband?" he teased, his voice low and husky. Emma rolled her eyes, a playful smile spreading across her face. "Hey! Are you trying to praise yourself now?"

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.