The Billionaires Accidental Bride St Help Novels & Stories

Nancy’s threat had made me mention Riley working with dirty chemicals(In Chapter 2), it was just an effort from my end to make her at least take a break from work, but instead, she buried herself in her work, with the vicious bitch right next to her. On our supposed wedding day, Nancy sent me a video. It was a video of her about to set Riley’s company ablaze. I was made to choose between saving her company and getting married to her. Back then, I knew Riley was preparing to launch a new product and that if something went wrong it would hurt her so much, so I chose to hurt her rather than to watch her go through the trauma of watching her hard work go to waste. My absence that day made her ru

I had never felt not loved in my life like I did at that moment. Realizing that my tears were not going to help, I went back to the stool and sat down. Signaling for Rhea to continue her work. “I apologize for my outburst earlier. I did not realize the situation. I had no right to tell you how to feel but please understand that I am trying to save my job at the same time. Your husband, Kylan paid for my services, instructing that you look like the prettiest bride there is. In his words, “He wanted his wedding to break the internet, so he was checking on every detail which included how beautiful the woman he married is.

I muttered as she walked out of the room. As soon as she did, I saw that Xavier stood there and did not move an inch. I immediately stood up from my bed and picked up my pillow that had fallen while we were making out and dropped it on the bed. "Uhm, Hailey?" "Oh, please. You were just testing? How would someone like you make out with someone like me? I was so stupid, a lowlife like me making out with a pride billionaire's son like you." I ranted. Then, I suddenly stopped and hissed. I was so annoyed.

He reciprocated with an equally heartfelt wave, his face softened by a gentle smile. "Finally, I will get to see Alfred and Anastasia," Asa murmured to herself in the solitude of the car, her heart fluttering with overwhelming anticipation. Unknown to her, the gears in the mafia boss's mind were already turning, setting in motion a series of meticulously crafted plans. ** When Asa made an unexpected return in Biden's villa, Biden was caught off guard. The shock was so intense that the glass he was holding slipped from his grasp, landing with a muted thud on the side table next to him.

It felt steady and real and it felt good which is not what I expected because Soren is a man I am supposed to be pretending to like. My cheeks burned even hotter. I could feel the warmth creeping down my neck, and I groaned quietly to myself. "Get it together, Talia." This was ridiculous. I hugged him because I was grateful. Anyone would have done the same after hearing they could finally see their little brother. That was all. He was still the same calculating billionaire who had me under contract. One unexpected moment of kindness didn't erase everything else. It didn't magically make this marriage real. ...Did it?

"I'm not. I knew from the start that Mr. Greco would reject your offer, and Madame Mathilda clearly anticipated it, which is why she sent me to this meeting. I had no idea it was you who’d be meeting with that man. It's a good thing I was here; now you won't have to face your grandma’s anger.” Should I be thanking Bryle? ​"My help isn't free." I winced at his words. I stared at him in disbelief, waiting for whatever he was going to say next. "Take me home to the Lee mansion. Introduce me as... Your fiancé. That is your payment." My eyes widened in total shock at his demand. Is he crazy? Why should I do that?!

I opened it by flipping it over. My breath hitched. A contract between the Whitmore Foundation and a woman named Vanessa Bright. The former wedding planner. Payment had been made to her. but the signature was a fake. And the payment diverted to an offshore bank account. I picked up my phone to take photos—but I wasn't the only one. Footsteps. I crouched behind the door just as it swung open. My heart froze. Aarav. He acted quickly, went to the same drawer—but instead of the envelope, pulled out a small flash drive concealed in a false bottom. Then he stood still.

"But that one in the middle. That's Kelvin Conner." The name didn't mean anything to me. She must have seen the confusion on my face because she grabbed my shoulders. "Kelvin Conner," she repeated. "The billionaire. He owns half the buildings in this city. He's on the news all the time. He's literally the richest man in New York." I looked back at the group to try to see which one she meant. The man in the middle was tall with brown hair combed to the side, gray eyes that looked at the club like he owned it. I guess he probably could buy it if he wanted to.

The perfect husband, telling my thoughts even before I tell him what I’m thinking. I don’t have your usual billionaire romance story where the CEO adopts her, takes her virginity and falls in love with her. In my story, I lost myself to Richard and he still dumped me. He destroyed everything we ever built together. He made me lose hope on love, influenced me to naming my daughter with a different man, “Hope”, an expression of what he made me go through, even before I could realise it.

I needed to ask. "Tell me your secret, how did you know about this party?" I asked. Emily laughed it off. She rolled her eyes at me and said in an excited tone. "So you remember this guy I told you about? Turns out he is the son of a multimillionaire CEO, anyways, his father is friends with the organizer of the masquerade party." Emily ranted. I nodded my head slowly, I was not surprised. Emily had a thing of changing men every new week. She never exactly saw the idea of settling down for marriage as a big thing, neither did I.