The Billionaires Secret Bride Novels & Stories

The Billionaire Cheated Bride (Broken series book 2) by Diana Wolfe Elizabeth T. Sharma, a bastard of the rich and famous but bankrupt Carrington family was left with no other option but to marry one of the most wealthiest bachelor in America to save her late mother's foundation. She would never in a millions years imagine that her so called enemy turn fiancé would be a gorgeous mix blood with chiselled Greek feature and dimples to die for. Too bad his personality sucks.

Sarah giggled. “Why not get get married to him then?” Chloe wiped her tears as they rolled down, “He is a billionaire right? And you love material things, you should just get married to him and..” “How dare you speak to me like that!” Sarah flared and tried to move closer to Chloe, but Isabella stopped her. “You don’t have to do anything Sarah, she will get married, whether she likes it or not.”

He smiled at how adorable Bianca is being. "That's smart. No offense, but I really assumed that billionaires like you would take such advances. I guess, I should stop categorizing people." She sigh at the end for how disappointing she must have been to think such way. "I don't know about the other billionaires but at least I'm not like that. I even had some of my dates turn me down after learning that I'm still a virgin." He waited and watch for Bianca's reaction about that information. "Eh? What? Really?" Bianca's eyes widen and her voice volume turned up in disbelief that the ducks nearby got startled. Chase burst into laughter. "Are you sure that you should be telling me that?" She adjust

"You don't need to look that shocked. I need to get married. My bride just ditched me. I need a bride and I want you to be my bride. I'm ready to pay anything." She suddenly looked disgusted. She had expected his condescending pride. One she knew most billionaires inevitably had. But she was disgusted he sounded so sure money was just enough to convince her. "I don't need your money. What d'you think I am? What d'you take me for? A bride on sale?" He scratched his head regretfully. "I didn't mean it like that..." "Of course you didn't," she cut in sarcastically.

Max answered with a smile plastered on his face, for the show. “Miss. Evelyn Carter, do you take Maximilian Sterling to be your lawfully wedded husband, in sickness and in health, for richer or poorer, for better or for worse?” the priest asked, turning his focus to me this time while I stood frozen at the altar, dressed up in white as a bride. Still, I didn’t feel like a bride. Because this was all new to me, all against my wishes. I never imagined myself getting married like this, or entering into a contract marriage, to give a legitimate heir to a billionaire, a man I barely know about—a total stranger.

I was sick and tired of everything—this wheelchair, this house— I was tired of it all. Taking in deep breaths, I wheeled towards the guest room where my new 'wife' was currently staying. I knew she was probably ecstatic to learn that she would be marrying the billionaire's crippled son. Just like the last two, her next plan would probably be to kill me and take over my property. A man who couldn't even get an erection was as good as useless to them whether or not it was Alexander Forger. They were all here for the money, and I knew this one was no different.

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

he brought out his hand to shake His name sounded familiar, I tried recalling where I had seen him or heard his name and it suddenly hit me "You are billionaire Daniel Vuitton, number 10 top. billboard" My hands covered my mouth, what was he doing here and how come he knew Kelly, what was going on? My dad and mom stuttered upon hearing he was a billionaire, their voice changed instantly, offering him a seat and something to drink. "Why are you in our house and how come you know Kelly," I asked sharply, curiosity filled me, and Kelly's eyes filled with anger and hatred but who came? "Am here to ask for your daughter's hand in marriage Sir"

Yet, the specter of the hidden room loomed over them, an unspoken truth that lingered beneath the surface of their burgeoning connection. On the day of the wedding, the mansion buzzed with activity. Victoria, dressed in a sleek black gown, ensured that every detail was immaculate. The air was charged with anticipation, but an unexpected twist awaited them. As Victoria descended the grand staircase, she heard the commotion outside. The paparazzi had descended upon Sterling Manor, hungry for a glimpse of the elusive billionaire and his bride. Panic set in as the staff rushed to shield Alexander from the intrusive cameras. In the chaos, Victoria found herself pulled into a secluded alcove with

I hated even more that on some level, he wasn't wrong. Brandon had already gutted me emotionally and financially, and if I wasn't careful, there wouldn't be anything left to salvage for myself "Let's say, for a second, I even considered this insane idea" I said "Why would I ever marry you? You're Croft. Your family is the reason my family's gone or have you forgotten that little detail?" His smile faltered slightly but his eyes never left mine "Rumors. That's all they are Thalia. Do you think if I had anything to hide, I'd invite you into my life like this? If you marry me you'll have access to everything. My business. My finances. My world"