The Mysterious Billionaire And His Substitute Bride Novels & Stories

"Promise me." I didn't answer right away. I sat there with it, turning it over in my head the way I used to do before I stopped thinking things through altogether. Then I let out a slow breath. It was obvious from the time he showed up at the auction to bid that heirloom for Giselle that she was special to him. Joseph Macmillan, the mysterious billionaire every woman craved, wanted his younger brother’s wife. "Okay." He pulled the chair from the desk and sat across from me, leaning forward with his forearms resting on his knees, his voice dropping low and even.

right when a title filled the screen. The billionaire's next conquest? The screen went back to the studio in a close up to one of the hosts, which made reading her lips much easier. "The Brownings are famous for keeping a low profile. The young heir even more so than the rest of his family. The billionaire who was known for his diversified and flashy flames, which very rarely lasted, ranging from tall blonde models to red headed actresses. His love life has been a secret to the press. But very recently, there were numerous rumours about his relationship with an unknown brunette who looks very different from his previous partners. The woman's identity is still unknown, but sources say that sh

Um, he is a businessman," I said. "What is his name?" he asked as his voice got rough. "Adrian," I said, looking into his eyes. He started looking at my face for a minute when his eyes slightly widened. "So, you're that mysterious girl who married Billionaire Adrian Campbell," he murmured. I frowned at him. "What do you mean?" I asked him. "It's in every newspaper and celebrity magazine about a mysterious girl whom the billionaire Adrian Campbell is getting married to," he said as his eyebrows drew together. I can feel his voice getting cracked at the end like he is deeply hurt from inside.

“ What’s wrong honey ? “ asked mr Carlo . “ There’s definitely something wrong but I just can’t point out what . “ said madam Lydia . “ What are you saying ? I don’t follow you . “ said mr Carlo. “ Honey , don’t you find it strange that a billionaire is fascinated with our daughter enough to marry her ? “ said madam Lydia . “ No , I don’t . Our daughter is awesome . She definitely managed to get his heart . Otherwise why would he marry her ? “ said mr Carlo . “ Think about it . No matter how busy one’s parents are they will definitely attend the wedding of their child but Massimo’s parents weren’t at the wedding and they did a simple wedding when billionaire people’s actual wedding is a big

“People are watching.” And they were. I could feel the weight of a hundred gazes on us investors, rivals, and socialites whispering behind champagne glasses. We were the evening’s main attraction: the mysterious billionaire and his new bride, dancing like they’d stepped out of a fairytale. I hated that part of me liked it. “Lucien’s here,” Caelum said suddenly, his tone was sharp.

"They were going to put my father in prison. I didn't have a choice. I didn't even know I was pregnant yet when I took the money—" "You took the money," Julian repeated, the warmth in his eyes dying instantly, replaced by a cold, jagged wall of ice. He let go of her waist as if she had suddenly turned into a serpent. "All this time, I thought you were the one pure thing in my life. But you were just another transaction." "Julian, wait!" But he was already turning away, his face a mask of stone. The cameras flashed, capturing the moment the Billionaire turned his back on his bride-to-be.

They were all wealthy and powerful businessmen with wives either forty pounds heavier than when they'd first tied the knot to do justice to any sexy lingerie, or simply, the spark was gone. As I crawled to the center of the stage, I noticed through my blurry vision, the Mysterious billionaire. As usual, he was sitting alone in his rented boot as he observed me intently. The word I’d use to describe him was…‘odd’. He has never danced with anyone; he merely sat in his booth throughout the night and stared at me, watching my every move. Sometimes, I got the insane thought he was some sort of serial killer who preyed on vulnerable women. If such was the case, he is simply wasting his time.

“Tell me who he is and why he chose me as his wife.” She stood petrified in front of me, as if she didn’t know what to say, but I wouldn’t let her get away before she answered all my questions. “I don't understand why he chose you as his wife,” her voice came out shaky and slurred, “but Mr. Gregory is the heir to a multi-billion dollar empire. He needs a wife to take over the family business.” “Billionaire?” I whispered, and it was as if my strength went out like a balloon. ”I married a billionaire?”

His words made a smile spread across my lips but I was quick to wipe it off. "Have you gone nuts? We are not even friends, why should I get into a deal with you?" I rolled my eyes in disgust. Ignoring me, he pressed on, “Five million dollars.” “Excuse me?” “I will make it ten, fifteen. Let's settle for twenty, what do you say?" Dumbfounded, I couldn't say a word. My lips were heavy. After what seemed like forever, he pushed his hand into his hair and with a calm tone, he said, “I need a substitute bride.”

She sat on the bed, watching them arrange things into place, including installing a television. What if that man is indeed Mr Stranger? The news states he is the most cruel business man in the country! And would she be carrying his baby? This man is the most eligible bachelor in the country! What?!! "How do you like the curtains madam?" Olivia nodded with a smile as she tried to remain calm. She's a billionaire's surrogate! Not just any billionaire. The top guy in the business world. Shouldn't she freak out? Of course she should freak out!!