The Billionaires Secret Bride Novels & Stories

Curiosity got the best of me and I can’t help but ask, “Golden Boys?” She turned to face me surprising me with the intensity that she had in her eyes as she explained, “The heirs of the top billionaires of the world. They cover almost everything. From food to transportation, banks, the list just goes on and on.” “Wow,” Brie replied with amusement. “You’re lucky, Eve.”

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.

“All over the news for what ? Was he involved in an accident or something?” Sally's expression suddenly became pitiful towards Alicia “ you haven't seen the news yet , have you ?, I think we should sit down ” Once they were seated Alicia asked “what are you hiding from me ?” Sally handed her phone to her , Alicia took it with shaky hands; she couldn't believe what her eyes were seeing . The blogs tabloids were raving about the super romantic proposal of the young hot multi millionaire bachelor Tristan Young to the heiress of Fire Technology Enterprise's only daughter Emily White .

She showed me the screen. [LOCKWOOD WEDDING CALLED OFF: Billionaire’s Bride-to-be Flees Penthouse Days Before Ceremony] Below the headline was a photo of Xander and me from some charity gala, looking happy and in love. The irony was devastating. “How did they find out so fast?” “Someone must have talked. A vendor who got a cancellation notice, someone at the venue, someone in Xander’s office.” Maya scrolled through the article. “They don’t have details yet. Just that the wedding was called off suddenly and that you left the penthouse last night.”

She closed the door harder than necessary. Her phone buzzed on the counter. A message from her brother, Ethan—the only family she had left. Saw the headlines. You married ALEXANDER KNIGHT?? Call me. Now. Emily stared at the screen. She hadn’t told anyone. Not Ethan, not her old coworkers, not even the landlord when she’d given notice on the apartment. How had the press found out so fast? Another buzz. This time a news alert. Billionaire Bachelor No More: Alexander Knight Weds in Secret City Hall Ceremony

Servants moving in precise, silent choreography. I didn’t even have time to process. I just whispered under my breath: “I… I just married a monster billionaire.” Aiden didn’t react. He simply opened the car door and gestured for me to step out. The air smelled faintly of roses and expensive marble polish. My heels clicked against the driveway, echoing in the vast space. My stomach twisted. The thought of living here, under his gaze… I couldn’t even imagine. Aiden led me inside. Every corner screamed wealth. Gold accents, crystal chandeliers, walls lined with priceless art, floors polished until they reflected the ceiling. Servants appeared from nowhere, bowing slightly, moving like shadows.

I gave him a single nod. "Accepted," Dominic said. "As presented." Sandra made a note. Mara didn't visibly react but I saw her shoulders drop slightly, just a fraction, the way they did when she released tension she had been holding for too long. I had forgotten I knew her body language that well. The remembering was uncomfortable. We signed the preliminary agreement. The wedding was scheduled for four days later. Civil ceremony, no guests, a courthouse on the quieter side of the city. Mara's conditions had included keeping it small and I had no objection to that.

The one the bank was going to take in twenty nine days. My name was on it. Written in ink that was not yet dry. "How did you get this?" "I bought it. From the bank. For twice what it was worth." "Why?" "Because I need something from you." "Money? I do not have any." "Not money. A marriage." The word hung in the air. Heavy. Insane. "You are crazy." "Probably." "Get out." "Not until you hear the rest." I should have walked away. I should have called the police. I should have done anything except stand there with a deed in my hands and a stranger's eyes on my face.

A Billionaire who can help their business to prosper and be known all over the world. She tried to escape on the night of their engagement party but was unsuccessful that's why she had no choice but to enter into a contract marriage offered to her by the mysterious, heartless but handsomely cold Billionaire – Stefano Vanderbilt. Their agreement was that their marriage would only last for three years and then Stefano would help her escape and hide from her family after that. But fate turned playful on them because months passed and they realized that they were starting to have feelings for each other. Shantelle thought that she would finally be happy with her husband and their marriage, but s

Dozens of no⁠tificat⁠ions, messages⁠, missed calls. And one headline that made my stomach‌ drop. “‍The Billionaire’s Bride: Love, Lies, and Leverag⁠e?⁠” T‌he article‌ had my n⁠ame in bol‍d letters. It‍ c⁠alled me a myster⁠y‍ wo‌man with no social backgr‌ound, a po‌ssible p‌aw‌n in a strateg‍ic‍ marriage, and worst o‌f all — it ques‌tioned if I h⁠ad “married into luxu‍ry” fo‌r money.