The Mysterious Billionaire And His Substitute Bride Novels & Stories

There was no way they had found out unless someone told them but was that the case or was I being paranoid? I took another breather, and the grip on my dad's arm tightened. I decided to lift my head, my gaze going straight to the altar where my future husband was waiting but my breath hooked in my throat and my eyes widened at the sight before me. I nearly halted, unable to move forward but my dad gave a little tug on my arm, pulling me forward till I was at the altar, Dad finally let go of my hand and went to his seat while I stood in front of him, Mr. Rodriguez, the youngest Billionaire. However, Mr. Rodriguez was in a wheelchair while my heart dropped to my stomach. To be continued...!

As though reading my thoughts, Arthur's eyes snapped up at the bald man in a black suit. “Leave us!” Arthur ordered sharply with that authority everyone was familiar with–a stark contrast to the tenderness he had displayed toward me from a few seconds ago. With a curt nod, the driver walked away immediately, leaving me alone with New York's most ruthless billionaire—the man my twin sister was supposed to marry before she disappeared without any warning. And here I was, an imposter—only god knows what would happen if he figures out I'm not Pamela. The garage felt small under his formidable presence and my limbs grew brittle on my high heels; the sudden unbearable closeness made me feel like I

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.

“The agreement does not specify which Brown you will wed, Sss...Sorry, no sir, got it.” “I see. So, who will be my bride?” I can’t mask my dejected voice. I am irritated with myself for not seeing her true colors earlier. Ella has been living like a spoiled pampered princess her whole life. She found anyone poor unworthy of her time. I must have been blind and a fool to oversee all of that before. “Miss Amari Brown.” “The cousin, of course.” I can’t say that I am surprised that the Ella is using her late uncle’s daughter as her substitute. I am surprised that she agreed to marry the homeless poor cripple I am now known as.

It couldn't be the same person. But my hands were shaking as I opened the article. And there, staring back at me from my phone screen, was a photo of my husband in an impeccably tailored suit, standing in what looked like a boardroom, every inch the powerful CEO. Christopher Zane, the article read, youngest billionaire CEO in New York, known for his ruthless business tactics and record-breaking deals. The phone slipped from my numb fingers onto the bed. My husband wasn't just hiding his wealth. He was one of the richest men in the entire city.

They looked like celebrities to Nova. Nova questioned, "If Aeros isn't the son of the chairman why would he hand over the Ceo position to him? I mean he would've preferred his own son to inherit the company" Ms June gazed up towards her, "The chairman sees potential in Aeros and his capabilities are extraordinary which makes him different from anybody, Mrs Blanché comes off from a wealthy family as well, it's just that she fell in love with Aeros's father who was an unemployed man and got married to him against her family's will"

I raised a brow. A shocked look registered on his face and he went mute for a few seconds. “I looked up the internet, I mean, I searched all crook and canny of the internet about this man and I don't think he his your average billionaire. That family is no joke,” I said, my eyes shooting daggers. “Are you threatening me?” ‘‘Threatening you? Come on, papa. I wouldn’t do that. It is just a… erm… warning?” I smiled which definitely annoyed him more.

Chapter 74 Alexandra’s hand hung awkwardly in the air as Vince had no intention of shaking it. He gave out a dry laugh before he retracted his hand. He looked at Vince with an arrogant gaze. “Master Young, you like to joke. One hundred million investment if just for fun for you?” As he spoke, his gaze traveled to Lynn, “I heard that the second female lead was replaced suddenly. It turns out that Master Young was helping Lynn make her way into the entertainment industry?”

By generously splurging on a lavish gift, she had successfully managed to extract substantial social capital. Christine couldn't help but scoff inwardly. 'She truly knows how to put on a performance. I must admit she's quite the actress.' Out of the corner of his eye, James caught a glimpse of the tablet screen, his expression shifting to one of utter disbelief as he recognized the woman Ethan referred to as his aunt. It was unmistakable—she was Hunter's ex-wife. Suddenly, an already complex situation seemed to take on an additional layer of bewildering intricacy. Overwhelmed by curiosity, he blurted out, "Is the ex-wife of my boss actually your sister?"

Ater ten minutes, Cayden heard a knock on his office door before it was flung wide open and his friend came to his full view. “What’s the rush?” James asked while he sauntered to his desk. Cayden sat up straight and reached for the stack of papers on the corner of his desk to hand it to James. After a moment, a frown appeared on James’s face as he flipped through the pages that contained vital information about the most beautiful women on the planet. “What are these?” James could not help but ask when he came to the last page. “That my friend is where we are going to look for my substitute bride,” Cayden said matter-of-factly.