Novel & Cerita The Billionaires Accidental Bride St Help

My best friend screeched, shaking her head. "It's not a real date. We're not dating. Just sex." I reminded her. "Still, you both are married for fuck's sake! And you're married to a public figure too! God forbid, the wealthiest billionaire's new wife is seen wearing cheap stuffs and looking out of place. You better get used to your new status, at least for the next one year. If he's taking you to a fancy restaurant, and not a club, I'm assuming you'll be sitting down, which means, no open-toed shoes. They're the easiest to trip on. Wedge heels are safer and the best option, if you ask me. If the restaurant is too fancy, wear closed-toe high heels. I can't believe I have to tell you all of th

He had a feeling Kiandra was about to tell him the truth about who he really was to her but that phone call snapped her out of it. Taking a deep breath to calm himself down, he walked up to the mother and the daughter. The guards who were there greeted him and he nodded as a reply. “Let’s go in,” he said to Kiandra. “This is too much. Don’t you have a smaller apartment, I’m okay with that than this,” Kiandra told Lucas. “I’m a billionaire, I don’t do small things,” Lucas replied as the door to the penthouse opened. Just as she had expected, everything screamed luxury. From the walls to the tiles to the interior design, everything screamed money.

I folded it carefully, sliding it deep inside the pocket of my overcoat. I looked down at him. He was broken, trembling, and utterly dismantled, his head resting against his chest as he wept silent, agonizing tears of pain and defeat. I had the signature. I had the confession. But as I looked at his ruined face, the calculating side of my brain was still tracking the missing puzzle piece. He was a billionaire. He ran a massive global motorsport division. He had risked his entire career, his reputation, and his physical health to fly across the Atlantic and play husband to a woman he had never seen before.

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.

I’ll bring my cousins. I snorted despite myself. My heart was still a mess, but leave it to them to pull out the drama. K: No, I swear. Today was literally the first time I’ve spoken to him. Malik: You expect us to believe you got snatched up at the altar like some N*****x special and you didn’t know him before? Zendaya: Exactly. Why would the billionaire bachelor suddenly decide marriage was the move, today of all days? Denise: Hold up. Is this a marriage or like… a temporary hostage arrangement?

Stefan stared at his phone after Anna hung up. Two hundred thousand dollars. He wished he could help, but that kind of money required approval from Margaret, and she'd ask a million questions he didn't have answers for. But Lewis might be able to help. Lewis was a medical doctor who abandoned medical practice to establish the Med-tech company that made him a billionaire, so he had his own money. His older brother picked up on the second ring. "What's up, little brother?"

She’d been scrolling without really seeing—headlines, faces, noise—until one name punched straight through the fog. Ethan Voss. Her thumb stopped. She leaned in, heart stuttering once before picking up speed. The headline was bold. Merciless. WEDDING SHATTERED: BEST MAN EXPOSES BRIDE’S AFFAIR AT ALTAR — VOSS HEIR WALKS OUT MID-CEREMONY Mia’s breath left her in a sharp, disbelieving laugh. “Oh my God.” She clicked. Photos loaded. Grainy and clear. Ethan was standing rigid at the altar. Liam froze beside Evelyn. Evelyn’s face caught mid-collapse—white, horrified, undone.

And now I didn't know if that hope was built on solid ground or just another carefully constructed illusion. "You okay?" Emily asked, studying my face. "You've been quiet all morning." I considered lying, keeping my problems to myself so I could focus on hers. But Emily deserved better than that. We'd spent too many years hiding things to protect each other. "I found out Christopher's a billionaire," I said, continuing to pack books into a box. "Like, actually wealthy. Forbes list wealthy." Emily's hands stilled on the sweater she'd been folding. "What?"

Leila smiled through it all, her heart hammering in her chest. Adrian moved with practiced ease, nodding at the reporters, his expression smooth and unreadable. He guided her forward as if he had done it a thousand times before, keeping his hand on the small of her back. And he probably had. But Leila hadn’t. She had never been the subject of this kind of media frenzy. Never been the woman whose arm the billionaire was holding. She hated every second of it. She just did her part, though. She laughed just loud enough for the cameras to pick up when Adrian leaned in and whispered something in her ear. When a reporter asked how they met, she smiled and gave a perfectly rehearsed answer about “a

I don't know who this man is and how my boss knows him but I'm sure he is one of the dignitaries and knowing him will make my boss give me back my job. I let out a short pretence of laughter that sounded strange to my ears too. "Erhmmm…he is…I know…" "Alexa is my bride", The man suddenly announced, shocking the living hell out of me and making me disengage from the contact. "What?!" We both exclaim in extreme shock.