The Billionaires Secret Bride Novels & Stories

he mouthed at me, his eyes pleading. I cleared my throat, trying to make my voice sound normal. "I'm... I'm here, B! Just a second! I was just in the shower!" "Oh! Sorry, Ale," she called back. "I didn't mean to barge in. Is Nikolai with you? I saw him head this way. I know you’re shocked, I actually wanted to surprise you both, I can’t just leave my fiance and not be supportive when he moves to a different place" I could hear the joy in her voice. Fuck what am I doing?

I didn't know if it was Damien or Gloria and I was too afraid to ask. I unpacked my one bag. It took four minutes. My things looked small and apologetic inside the enormous wardrobe there are two three dresses, two pairs of jeans, a cardigan I'd had since university, my good coat. I pushed them to one side and closed the wardrobe door and sat on the edge of the bed. The mattress received me like a sigh. I had been awake since four in the morning. I had made a wedding bouquet, attended a wedding, been the bride at that wedding, and was now sitting in a billionaire's penthouse in Vivienne's dress with a ring on my finger that wasn't meant for me.

Half an hour later, I was in the backseat of a black sedan, clutching my bouquet so hard some petals had bent beneath my fingers. The city blurred outside the window. This was really happening. I was really being taken to marry Adrian Lancaster. The Adrian Lancaster. The billionaire heir with the ruthless reputation, the cold face in business magazines, the man Sienna had once called too dangerous to love. The courthouse ceremony passed like a fever dream. Just a private room with a single civil official. My father's voice did most of the talking while my mother just stood one side, staring at her nails like this was none of her concern.

Wanted to pretend nothing existed outside this hospital, this bill, this impossible weight that she just couldn't lift off of her shoulders. But something—desperation, curiosity, exhaustion—made her answer. “Hello?” She hated how her voice shook. A pause. Then a calm, controlled female voice responded. “Miss Aubrey Lane?” “Yes?” “My name is Denise. I work for Mr. Killian Frost.” Aubrey frowned instantly. That name meant nothing and everything at the same time. Killian Frost. Even people who didn’t follow business news knew it. Ruthless Billionaire CEO. Tech empire. Media silence. A man spoken about in headlines like a myth rather than a person. Powerful. Untouchable. The kind of man whose pr

Without another word, she grabbed her phone and shoved it in my face. The sound of my own laughter filled the room, followed by video footage of me and Christian at the wedding party, looking dangerously intimate. His arm around my waist. His hand on me. His gaze fixed on me like I was the only woman in the room. And then, the caption plastered across the post, [Christian Kensington, billionaire heir of the Kensington Wineries, appears with his mysterious fiancée! Who is the woman who conquered the country's most desirable CEO?] The world stopped.

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.

My chest tightens painfully as I stare at the screen, frozen, Derek and Anastasia are walking in first, and his hand is wrapped around her waist like it belongs there, like it has always belonged there and then I hear it. “Let’s welcome Mr. and Mrs. Addams in the building, the world’s youngest billionaire!” The words hit me like a slap. Mr. and Mrs. Mrs. My heart sinks even deeper as the reality settles in, sharp “Also, as a special guest, we will be having Mr. Daniel Victor Aiden, a renowned nutritionist, in the room with us!” The crowd erupts into applause, I let out a hollow, humorless breath, of course. Of course this is happening.

“It stirred something in everyone. I did not think it through.” Elena’s voice was calm and cold. “No. You did not.” My phone buzzed. I ignored it. It buzzed again, and again, in my pocket like an angry wasp. Elena looked at me. “Alexander. Look.” I pulled it out. A news alert. Then a message from Priya Shah, my assistant, then four missed calls. And a link to a gossip site, with a headline in thick red letters. STERLING BRIDE STALKS FAMILY THEATER AT MIDNIGHT. WHAT IS SHE HUNTING?

“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.”

Surprisingly, her father was already seated there. "Dad... he wants divorce and I must grant him." She said after she had sat. "You already told me all these. But I guess I didn't tell you the purpose of the marriage?" The old man said, "with the marriage, you get to become something tangible in the future, I can't state it now cause the family wants us to keep it a secret. Secondly, our companies will be able to partner with their families, as you can already notice, we are at the edge of bankruptcy, I'm sick and didn't have the strength to manage our companies and it has tell a lot on them. Thirdly, I promised Biden's mother personally when he was just five years old and you were in your m