The Mysterious Billionaire And His Substitute Bride Novels & Stories

As the disappointed reporters displaced, he went back inside the mansion. Several hours later, Chase got the shock of his life when he saw Valerie on the six o’clock news which sounded, “The billionaire’s wedding was abruptly cancelled when a mysterious woman whisked him away. More information is still emerging but the details of the mysterious woman are still unknown”. “But we agreed that you would do that after the wedding”, he thundered as he threw a marble flower vase at the screen and it’s shreds splattered all over floor. Valerie shivered, scared. She had never seen this side of Chase before. “I know, but I just couldn’t carry the burden anymore”, she said, as tears fell from her eyes.

Crying wouldn’t make her family love her. But she made herself a promise in the back of that car. When this was over, she would never be replaceable again. When this was over, she would be the one who walked away first. The car pulled up to the courthouse. It was empty, closed, illegal. Damien Wolfe didn’t wait for business hours when he wanted something done. The doors opened. And Elena Cross walked in to marry a man who thought she was her sister. ---

The whispers followed us everywhere. Even after Adrian and I had stepped fully into the ballroom, I could still feel hundreds of curious eyes lingering on us. "They actually came together?" "I heard they don't even live like husband and wife." "Who is she?" "That's Celia Rowan." "The substitute bride?" "I expected someone... different." I lowered my eyes. No matter how expensive the gown was, No matter how carefully my hair had been styled, I was still the woman who had stolen another bride's place in their eyes.

In a black suit that did not look like any suit I had ever seen him in, moving through a room full of the richest people in the country like he had built every wall of it himself. I wiped my eyes. I wiped them again, not caring about the mascara, not caring about anything, because this could not be real. This was a dream. I had fallen asleep somewhere and this was a dream. Then I heard Julian's voice beside me, low and stunned. "Dominic Ford?" I looked at Julian. I looked at Dominic. It was real. My husband was the chairman of Veil Holdings. My husband was the richest billionaire in the country. The mystery man. The ghost nobody had photographed. The man I had been plotting to seduce ten min

The one he used when he knew he was guilty. “I’m sorry, baby,” he whispered, lips barely grazing my temple. “Work ran late. I didn’t mean to miss our anniversary.” Liar. I knew the second his scent hit me. His usual cologne was there. It was crisp and clean but underneath, I smelled something sharp. Hospital air. Bintu Hospital. My fingers curled into the sheets. Cold metal slid over my wrist. A bracelet. Diamonds, bright and blinding, wrapped in gold. Expensive. Beautiful. Another sorry gift.

He began to play the scenes in his mind: from the feeling she stirred in him that night he kissed her, to the fierceness in her eyes when she had accused him of stealing her work, to his mother's suspicions about her being pregnant by him and the conditional clause that he had to get married to take the helm of affairs at his father's hospital, back to Annabelle's mounting medical bills. He stopped in his tracks as the solution became evident. He'd solved the problem with the same concentration skill that made him a billionaire before thirty. A simple arrangement that would solve both their problems. His lips curved slightly. She would have the money she needed, and he would reclaim his fath

The older man ignored him completely. His eyes remained fixed on me. “What is your name?” he asked. “Amara,” I answered quietly. “Full name.” I told him. Silence followed. Then- “You’re not from our world.” Not a question. A statement. I swallowed carefully. “No, sir.” He leaned back slightly, studying me with unsettling calmness. “And yet somehow,” he murmured, “you became my grandson’s wife over night.” The room felt colder. Alexander finally spoke. “I made my decision.”

“I don't have anything to say to you.” I turned around and grabbed Brandon's hand and left the banquet. My anger gradually subsided, I regained my composure and saw that I was still holding his hands. I let go of his hands immediately. I chuckled, “How did you…” I wanted to ask him how he knew what happened. Then I remembered he was a billionaire who could get any information he wanted in a twinkle of an eye.

"Why would you shame our family like this, Camille? You now go around seeing men? Who the hell is the man on the screen?" The big hall was filled with tension as Sean walked in, his presence commanding attention. "And what happens if the man in the video is me?" he said, his voice confident and authoritative. The guests murmured among themselves, shocked by his sudden appearance. "Is it not Sean Rodriguez, the most wealthy billionaire in the whole city?" someone whispered. "I think he is. I've seen him in magazines and on TV, never got a chance of seeing him in person." "What could be be doing here?"

I held my ground and rolled my eyes. "Actually, no. I came to let you all know that I'm officially married." The room fell silent for a moment. Then, my dad, Richard Branson, stood up, his face a mix of incredulity and anger. "You're lying." "Am I?" I said, pulling out the marriage certificate and placing it on the table. "Here's the proof." Clara snatched the document, scanning it with her sharp eyes while my stepsister Sabrina peered over her shoulder. Sabrina's mouth twisted into a cruel smile. "Married already? That's rich. Who's the poor fool you managed to trap?"