The Mysterious Billionaire And His Substitute Bride Novels & Stories

he said, “to be my wife.” And just like that… the billionaire secret stopped being a mystery. And became a trap.

Love, Emily. Richard's vision blurred. He clutched the letter tightly against his chest. "I'm so sorry..." Downstairs... Margaret's phone suddenly rang. She answered lazily. "Hello?" A cheerful voice replied, "Congratulations!" Margaret frowned. "For what?" "I just saw the news online." "What news?" "The billionaire wedding!" "They're saying Alexander Blackwood got married after the bride disappeared." Margaret laughed. "So?" "The replacement bride looks exactly like your stepdaughter." Margaret's smile disappeared.

His voice trembles. A short pause follows. “Your husband is a billionaire, Valerie Carter.” He smiles. “Relax and let my money talk.” My brows furrow, showing my disbelief. I know he’s rich, but I don't know he’s this rich. “The private jet, cars, this restaurant, I own it… Well, I bought it.” He shrugs. “I need to keep our beautiful memories and own the ground I will genuinely vow to you.” He licks his lips.

Raya took the card from him. “Okay sir.” She managed and before she could say anything else he and his bodyguards had already turned to leave. There was mumbling amongst the crowd. The girl has no status, why would Fredrick Renolds want his son to marry her? Some asked. Who is this mysterious girl and why is the wealthy Fredrick Renolds suddenly interested in her? Others wondered. Raya wished she had the answers to their questions because she was also as confused as the rest of them. Why would the most influential man in the entire town want his son to marry her, the daughter of a nobody?

After seeing Ryan and hurting all over again, I was unable to be on my own, and I would end up soaking my pillows with tears. As I stood on the porch of Lucas's new duplex, I wondered just how rich he was to afford such a thing. Perhaps Joan was right. Lucas was a billionaire! Maybe he was involved in money laundering, and things got hot, which is why he was in Woodstock! Oh, Ariel! Stop thinking about the man. I sighed, pressing the call button on the wall. I had spent one week thinking about his offer, and unable to come up with any other options, I decided to take it.

The question is: Why the hell is he acting like this now? My phone buzzed on the coffee table—a text from Ilay. Ilay: Dinner tonight? There is a new place and I wanted to take you there. “The other billionaire?” Chloe asked, and I nodded. “My friend, I wish I were you. I let out a frustrated groan, collapsing onto the sofa next to her. "Don't. It's not a blessing; it's a curse. One is a straightforward, handsome man who wants to take me to nice dinners and doesn't play games. The other..." I gestured wildly toward the window, "...is a brooding, emotionally constipated CEO who expresses his feelings through floral terrorism and vehicular stalking!"

"And you'll be the most stunning bride New York has ever seen!" Stunning wasn't exactly how I felt. I felt like a character in a play I hadn't auditioned for – a play with stakes far higher than a bad review. A knock on the door sent a nervous jolt through me. "Come in," I called, bracing myself. It was Ethan, looking every bit the billionaire in a sharp tuxedo that seemed to mold itself to his broad frame. He didn't smile, but his eyes held a flicker of something that warmed me despite the formality of the situation.

"Turns out your daughter isn't useless after all. Don't worry, I'll make sure Blair gets what she wants." ~~~~ Back in France, Candice sat at her apartment, staring at the news article in disbelief. The headline read, "Charles Barrett’s Son Returns Home from France." Below it was a picture of Mason, the man she had been dating for 6 months now, and is currently engaged to. A man she thought she knew. Her assistant, Mia, had shown her the article, and now Candice’s mind was spinning. Mason wasn’t just some ordinary guy, he was a billionaire, the heir to the Barrett fortune. How could he have kept this from her?

“Even if I take everything you have, it still won’t be enough.” Papa collapsed in silent sobs. Selene was frozen on the floor. And then… he looked at me. That smile—devilish and dangerous—made me step back. “You,” he said. “You’re the one I want.” “No!” I shouted. “I have nothing to do with his debt! I’m not even part of this family!” “That’s exactly why I chose you,” he said with a grin. “You’ll be my bride.” My stomach twisted. “You’re joking… right?”

~Elena~ I clasped my thigh, dragging the duvet closer to my naked body. I never expected that agreeing to be a substitute bride would drag my life into another nightmare. My new husband was disfigured as well as disabled, but it didn't affect his aura and power. I had no idea what I did wrong to piss him off. Didn't he marry Julia for love? Or had he recognized that I was just a fake? I followed the butler down the hall, the cold floor masking my feet. We arrived at a different section of the house on the ground floor. We passed a corridor connected with doors and stopped in front of one. He pushed open the door and ushered me in first before following.