The Billionaires Unwanted Bride Novels & Stories

His grip was steady, no longer the iron shackle of a husband-by-contract, but the anchor of a partner. "Day one hundred and eighty," I whispered. "Not quite," Damien said, looking at the glowing burner phone in my hand. The screen flickered one last time. A message from an unknown number: *The Architect never builds a house she can't escape. See you in the Caymans, Queen.* I looked at the smoking ruins, then at the man I had married to survive. The Unwanted Bride was dead. The Harrington empire was ash. But the Vane legacy was just beginning.

“She is my daughter “I explained “Ohh my God. A full family. I am so happy to meet you, Lily.” “Let’s go so I can show you the rings we have.” We followed him inside. “What design do you want? We have diamonds to golds and others” I looked at Mara, “Which ring would you like?” I asked her “Ohh I don’t know.” She said and then whispered “It is just a wedding for lily so anything is fine, we can just get anyone” It was then I knew that the thought of us getting married had crossed her mind and she didn’t want to show much excitement concerning the wedding, which is ok. I also didn’t know why I was doing what I did or why I cared about her after what she did to me.

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

To a stranger, who’d not only walked in to ruin not just my life but my girlfriend’s? Her delicate features did nothing but annoy me even further. I had no doubt that she’d planned it all out and was happy; she was getting married to a rich tycoon. But I couldn’t be deceived. I had her sign a prenup right after the wedding and abandoned her right there at the reception. After all, it was her wedding and not mine. ….. I’d just stepped into my room… when I noticed the decorations and the veiled bride who was now seated in the middle of the bed.

“It was big. Over-the-top. Exactly what you’d expect when rich people pretend they care about charity.” “Mhm,” Naomi hummed. “And?” “And Tristan played the charming billionaire perfectly,” I continued. “Media everywhere. Investors everywhere. Violetta Castille everywhere.” “Oh God,” Naomi groaned. “That woman?” “Yes, that woman,” I said. “and she wore the freaking Red dress.” I let out a slight hiss just thinking about it, “She was absolutely gorgeous.” “Okay,” Naomi said carefully. “You’re listing details. That means something happened.” I opened my mouth to deflect like I always did, but instead, the truth slipped out.

"The first was a press event dressed up as a ceremony. A transaction. A checklist to satisfy a legal clause." He reached into his pocket and drew out a small velvet box, one he had been carrying for weeks. He opened it to reveal a flawless emerald-cut diamond that caught the fading light. "I want to marry you, Evelyn. No contracts. No stipulations. No expiration date. Just you and me, promising to build a life together because we choose to." Tears gathered in her eyes, bright and joyful. The girl from the small mill town had finally found her home, not in a vast corporate empire, but in the arms of the man standing before her.

She looked so tiny next to the aggressive crowd of reporters sticking microphones in her face. "Miss Grey! Did you trick Mr. Knight into marrying you?" "Lila, is it true your family is broke and you’re just doing this for the cash?" She just stood there. Her eyes looked dead, staring straight ahead like she was a ghost. She didn't say a single word, completely frozen from the pressure. The reporters focused on me as I started walking up the steps. Everyone went quiet for a second, leaning in, waiting for the ruthless CEO to finally speak up, maybe yell at the press, or say something to his new bride.

The other stayed locked on my hip, holding me in place like I might try to run. Three hours ago I stood in front of a lot of people and said “I do” to a man who thought I was my sister. Now that same man was fucking me against the wall of a bedroom that smelled like money and expensive cologne, and every rough thrust reminded me exactly how little choice I had left. My name is Sloane Vex. I was never supposed to be the bride. And I wasn’t the type to be forced into marrying someone I had never wanted. I have always believed that particular fate would simply pass me by.

After changing into comfortable clothes, I reached for my phone. There were dozens of messages. Most were congratulations. Some were questions. And a few were from people asking why Vanessa hadn't attended her own wedding. I ignored them. Then I noticed a message from an unknown number. My forehead creased. I opened it. Unknown Number: Congratulations on your wedding, Arielle. I frowned. Who was this? Before I could reply, another message arrived. You shouldn't have married Alexander Blackwood. My heart skipped a beat. I sat up. "What the..."

After getting off on the wrong foot These two found friendship and love when they least expected. THE BILLIONAIRE'S UNEXPECTED BABY After his bride-to-be betrayed him with his best friend just before their wedding Ken was determined to have nothing to do with Vivian, now seven months later she was working as a cleaner in his house; the good news: she's carrying his child, the bad news: he was about to find out who his real enemies were NANNY TO THE BILLIONAIRE'S DAUGHTER One mistake that will either make or break them.