The Billionaires Unwanted Bride Novels & Stories

All the walls I built against this man gently started to crumble at the mention of Freddie. I wanted to give Freddie a life I never had, a comfortable life and Shawn Blackwell was offering me a chance to do just that. It was like we were having this very awkward staring contest. Him invading my small home, invading my world and totally dominating it. "I just want to help, Katherine," he said in the most sincere voice I have heard from him. I didn't want to accept his help but I had to. I had to remind myself that he was a billionaire and 10 million would mean nothing to him even though it felt like I could buy the whole world with it.

"She means everything to me." "Everything?" Her lips curled into a sneer. "You’re delusional. You need someone strong by your side, someone who won’t guilt you over every mistake. Cassie understands you; she’s always been there for you, through everything." I shook my head, incredulous. "Cassie? You want me to marry her? Are you serious?" I threw my hands up in exasperation. "She isn’t who I thought she was. She’s manipulative, Mom! You know it. You’ve seen it! I can’t do this anymore. I won't pretend it’s okay."

Francisco wanted to kill someone in anger. "What do we do now? Let's go before the property management department finds out," Isabela suggested. On the other hand, Martin and others are afraid to speak out because they are afraid of what might happen. This place is so scary that even his son Marvin, a self-proclaimed millionaire didn't dare to look like a fool when he first came there. The Evergrande villa is a place that only billionaires own. A millionaire will not last long in this place. Although Marvin's one million annual salary seemed like a lot of money to the average person, Martin knew very well that it was no more than a penny in the eyes of the Villar family.

, Collette said. “Oh, hell no.”, Kim said. “These damn two timing billionaires are the scum of the earth. They are entitled sociopaths that want their cake, and they want to eat it too.” Kim kneeled in front of her. “Sweetheart, think about it. Who do you think Richie Rich is going to marry? His childhood crush, whose family owns a horse stable, or the heiress to a fortune, his peer?” “I can’t believe I fell for this again. I can’t believe I am so stupid.”, Celine said openly weeping.

“Enough to set you up for life. You won’t have to work another day if you don’t want to. Just...don’t keep the baby.” For a moment, she said nothing, her expression unreadable. Then, to my surprise, she gave a bitter laugh. “Two million dollars,” she repeated, shaking her head. “It’s a fair offer,” I said, though my voice lacked conviction. She looked up at me, her eyes cold and calculating. “Fine,” she said finally. “I’ll do it. But don’t think for a second that money makes this right.” I nodded stiffly, the weight of her words settling heavily on my shoulders. This wasn’t about being right. It was about damage control. And as much as I hated how things had unfolded, I knew there was no tur

I stare at her for a moment, I really don’t, it’s been four days since the first story broke, the one that started this avalanche and four days of nonstop damage control, sleepless nights, and a reputation being dragged through the mud piece by piece, I don’t want to see anything else but this is work and ignoring it won’t make it disappear. “Show me,” I say finally. She hands me the tablet, and the video is already playing. “We have proof that, for selfish reasons, Mr. Derek Addams married Bella Abrahams to secure financial backing,” the entertainment news caster says smoothly, her tone laced with practiced neutrality. “The marriage, allegedly contractual, was meant to last four years, howe

I breathed out, slumping onto the edge of the bed with a soft thud. My shoulders drooped. The silence in the room only made me more aware of how unprepared I felt. Being married to a billionaire didn’t automatically mean you knew how to dress the part. There were expectations—silent, loud, and always hovering. I was supposed to look elegant, put-together… untouchable. But right now, I looked like someone who barely rolled out of bed in an old shirt that used to be white. I dragged my fingers through my hair and glanced at the mirror across the room. My reflection stared back—plain, unsure, and still trying to figure things out.

One of the men present was my lawyer, he has the legal papers,and I guess the other man was the bride's relative. I am Wilfred Donaldson,the said broke Billionaire who is at the verge of bankruptcy. I am getting married to save the face of my company. I don't need to be told, but I knew I always have this cold look which has kept people away from me. I looked down at my watch, the time was past 8, yet the bride wasn't here. Could she be the type to always look lavish and dolled up? As dangerous thoughts crossed my mind, the door was pushed open. There was no need for me to take a glance before I knew she had arrived.

A frantic phone call with Aunt Beatrice and one impulsive decision later, I'd married a complete stranger. Adrian Blackwell. The ruthless billionaire who owned half the city's skyline. I sighed, pulling the duvet closer. My friends called me impulsive, and my parents called me a hurricane. But lying in a stranger's expensive bed, I couldn't ignore the magnitude of what I'd done. I'd tied my life to a predator. Whatever, I thought, closing my eyes. I'd made my bed, literally. Let the Ice King deal with the consequences. I was going to keep being me.

I said. “You already were,” he replied calmly. “The difference is that you negotiated the price.” I took the card. Not because he told me to. But because I chose to. That night, as I lay in the unfamiliar bed, my phone buzzed. Unknown number: Congratulations on marrying into a world you don’t belong in. Another message followed. You won’t last. I stared at the screen, jaw tightening. “Watch me,” I whispered into the dark. Somewhere across the penthouse, a door clicked softly.