Novel & Cerita The Mysterious Billionaire And His Substitute Bride

he says, placing a kiss on my hand. It means a lot, but all I manage is a soft “thank you,” forcing a smile that doesn’t quite reach my eyes. “Yeah, my new secretary, not my girl,” Ben clarifies smoothly. “Ohh… yeah. I remember—the other one got married or something, and you were worrying about a replacement,” the billionaire says. “Yeah, this one was an easy and cheap replacement. She’s my brother’s fiancée. I don’t think she even went to college—it was a favor—”

“Albert Rueben.” She had absolutely no idea what both the billionaire and his son looked like as she had barely paid any interest to the whole wedding and its plans since it began. But now that she was the substitute to walk down the isle, she knew she needed to find the man behind it all and talk some sense into his head. There were barely guests around yet so she could guess anyone around was an important member of the family. Using that information as a clue, she looked around the hall again, her eyes immediately landing on a fairly aged man.

I got on top as Kylie. "Have you seen the set-up outside? My good. It was heaven!" Dara said in excitement. "Dr. Enzo Denver Mondragon is so handsome, my dear!" he screamed. "Oh, you are so lucky, Kylie." Dixie smiled. "A hot, yummy Dr husband. Yum!" Dara licked his lips. "Yes, that's right. And a billionaire, too!" Dixie exclaimed. The two got louder, talking ang laughing while fixing my hair. I can't help but laugh.

“You need to see this.” He handed me a tablet. I skimmed the screen and stopped. A new article. Ricci Russo’s Marriage a Deal? Reportedly Sophia Williams Was Sold to This Billionaire in Return for Money. A draft of heat coursed through my veins. I scrolled further. Photos. The contract I had signed with her father. Details of the transaction. It was all there on the page—chilly, brutal, inarguable. A new scandal. What in the world was happening?

May that love never find her, I hope it doesn’t because what happened here was nothing like romance. As we turned to walk down the aisle together. I felt the hollowness between us like a canon. His cold veiny hands brushed mine,and I wanted to pull away but the camera flashed and I played my role. Still I couldn’t keep my eyes from peeking through his pockets. There was something strange there, a paper ?… from who. It was folded neatly like it was given out with a motive,did he even know it was in his coat? Again, the woman, my sister Katherine ghost haunted me.

Adrian said smoothly, though there was an edge to his voice. Victoria. Now, Leila knew the name. Victoria Moreau—heiress to a luxury empire, socialite, and, most importantly… Adrian Kane’s ex. She felt her stomach turn. Victoria’s gaze flickered to Leila, her lips curving into a slow, knowing smile. “So this is the new Mrs. Kane.” Leila met her stare without flinching. “That’s right.” Victoria extended a hand. “Charmed.” Leila took it, gripping just a little harder than necessary. “Likewise.”

Desperate and with nowhere left to turn, Ivy Carter accepts the strangest job offer of her life. Marry a dying billionaire. The deal is simple. A wealthy heiress who no longer wants to marry her disabled fiancé needs a substitute bride. Ivy looks enough like her to fool everyone. She only has to play the role of a loving wife for six months. After the billionaire dies, she'll walk away with a fortune, and the real bride will return to claim everything. It should have been easy, except the billionaire isn't the cold, broken man everyone believes him to be. Beneath his pain is a lonely soul who has been betrayed by the people he trusted most, and as Ivy's kindness begins to heal wounds no doc

Hadley's breathing turns erratic, and she tries to manage it as she turns towards her father, asking for an explanation. “Did you know that she has been sick, or are you just getting to know?” Hadley asked, and the man sighed, rubbing his jaw. “Have you ever wondered if you came in as your sister's substitute…that is because we can't let a sick child marry into Elliot's family,” he said, and Hadley gasped. She was able to marry Maurice because her sister was sick, and her greedy father needed someone to step in. “So you mean, I was called to substitute for Ella, not because she ran away but because she was…sick?” Hadley asked, looking at her mother, and the woman nodded her head at her.

Is this man following me around without my knowledge, and why is he doing so? He snapped his finger, causing me to return to reality and look at him. "What does it mean to you, Mr. Miller? It makes no difference if I want to escape my unhappy life, and you are not required to be concerned about someone like me." "Yes, you are entirely correct. However, you're the most incredible woman I've met, and I want to help you, so it's either that or being my wife?" He stated this. I have two alternatives. I have two options from which to choose. Marcus is well-known; he is the city's top billionaire and the wealthiest of the wealthiest.

It doesn't make sense at all. "I don't know....I don't understand what happened either. Today, I left the house, hoping to display my art in a gallery and making some sales. It'd be fine if I only sold one, at least I won't have to live on the streets. My mom has given me almost all of her money and I feel really bad. I don't want to give up on art Chloe. You know that it's my dream. Anyway, I arrived there today and instead of getting a chance to display my art, he told me that he wants to get married to me. He's going to pay me one million dollars as long as I can put on this charade of being married to him for a year!" I said to Chloe.