The Billionaires Unwanted Bride Novels & Stories

"Do you understand why you're here?" "No, actually. Your officers mentioned fraud and coercion, but I haven't done anything illegal." "That remains to be seen." She pulled out a document, my marriage contract. "Explain this." My stomach churned. "It's a marriage contract. Where did you get that?" "Answer the question, please." "It's exactly what it looks like. Alexander and I entered into a contractual marriage arrangement." "For money." "Yes. Three million dollars over two years, plus medical expenses for my mother."

She pushed her coffee away, hunched forward, and said, "She destroyed him. In ways you can't even see. He's not marrying her for show. He believes it's the only way to keep everyone else safe." "From what?" Claire took a hard line with her coffee-glass mouth. "From her. And Marcus." Selene's father. The billionaire owner of half of Manhattan real estate, two senators, and likely a few secrets the FBI would kill to get their hands on. "What became of the last planner?" I whispered. Claire looked into my eyes. "Vanessa Ward. She planned for Selene for six months. They told me she left in the middle of a project. No one has seen her since."

A framed photograph stood on a table. It was their wedding photograph. Elena stared at it. “Why did you bring this here?” Adrian stood beside her. “Because sometimes I think about how everything began.” She smiled. “You mean when you were impossible?” “I was complicated.” “You were arrogant.” “Perhaps.” “And you thought you could control everything.” Adrian laughed. “I definitely had some things to learn.” Elena looked at the photograph. Their marriage had survived family secrets, false identities, betrayals and the pressure of an inheritance neither of them had truly wanted.

The place where Clara had left her letter. Elena's heart began racing. “Then we need to go back.” Adrian nodded. “Now.” But as they turned toward the door, Alexander caught his son's arm. “Wait.” Adrian looked at him. “What?” Alexander's expression was grave. “If you go to Rosewood, you must be prepared to discover something that could destroy your marriage.” Elena felt a cold chill. “What does that mean?” Alexander looked at her. “Because the original beneficiary wasn't just hidden from the world.”

The man I loved was now the most hunted man in the world, and I was the woman who had helped him burn his empire to the ground. But as he looked at me, a slow, dangerous smirk spread across his lips. "He thinks he won because he took the money," Alaric whispered, his eyes flashing with a predatory light. "He forgot that I don't need a bank account to destroy him; all I need is my wife."

"So. Do you want to tell me who you're running from, or do you want to talk about something else?" I told her part of it. I told her about Paloma and the fake groom, the stolen deposit, and the two thousand dollars due on Sunday. I didn't tell her about the courthouse, or the man whose name was on my marriage certificate, or the house in Bel Air. Those weren't mine to give away yet. Saffy listened without interrupting. When I finished, she scratched Brando's ears for a while. "Don't pay her," she said. "If I don't, she tells my father."

Elena hated him a little for that. She hated herself more for not walking away. Adrian opened the contract, turning it toward her. “Twelve months. You appear publicly as my wife. You move into my home. You attend events when necessary. You don’t ask questions about my family, my past, or my private business.” “And in return?” “I clear your debts tonight. Your mother is moved to a private specialist by morning. At the end of the year, you receive two million pounds.” The diner seemed to tilt.

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.

I couldn't do anything. I sigh and raise my white transparent veil attached to my bridal hair down. I stand up gently. I can hear Panela's voice already from the living room. There was no car to take me to the church so she volunteered to go bring her father's Range Rover so she could drive mom and me to the church where my groom will be waiting for me already. Now that she is here, it is time to go and become the billionaire's unwanted bride. **** Aidan's POV It is done already, I have a wife now but she is just a wife on paper. It is our wedding night but it doesn't feel special like every other people's wedding night.

Monalisa's POV I turned on the shower and let the warm water flow freely down my bare, tired body. I hope this helps! I hope this would aid to wash out the helplessness or should I say regret that I feel right now. I have been hiding in the bathroom for almost an hour. For a bride on her wedding night, that was at least thirty two minutes too long. I, Monalisa Lucas just got married to a billionaire! A billionaire! Was I supposed to be happy? Hell no! My new husband is from one of the most popular influential families in America and the heir to the Lucas empire. He is a freaking billionaire and I hate it. I hate billionaires.