The Proxy Bride Of The Billionaire Novels & Stories

Now she was considering a voluntary marriage to a man who, despite his calculating nature, seemed to respect her as a person. She reached out and grasped Benedict's hand firmly. "Yes, Mr. Easton. I will marry you." His answering smile was genuine, warming his sightless eyes. "Please, call me Ben." He pulled something from his pocket – a ring box. "Adam helped me select this. I hope it suits you." The ring was elegant but not ostentatious, a single diamond set in white gold. As Adam helped Benedict slip it onto her finger, Evelyn felt a strange mix of emotions – fear, hope, and something else she couldn't quite name.

He spoke with his voice dripping in sarcasm. “I didn’t see anything like that.” There was a tick in his jaw and his muscles clenched in annoyance. “Really? Where is your phone” Iris didn’t like the glee in his eyes but still pulled out the phone from the pocket of her sweatshirt. “Go to the browser and type in your name” He instructed and Iris silently followed his orders. She gasped when numerous articles poured out, all with admiration for Luca Rutherford’s stunning new bride. “Go on, open one and read” Luca urged and Iris obeyed. She read a lot of them until she realized why she had been asked to read them.

Naomi's POV My name is Naomi Bridges and I am twenty-six years old and I have made some questionable decisions in my life. There was the time I dyed my hair red and it came out the color of a traffic cone. There was the time I quit my stable accounting job to freelance and ate instant noodles for three months straight. There was the time I lent my entire savings to my cousin who was going to "definitely pay me back." But standing in the bridal suite of Saint Bridget's Cathedral, still wearing a pinned dress that was slowly losing the battle against my hips, having just legally married a man whose last name I didn't even know...

Tomorrow I have three designers coming with dresses you choose the one you like and that is all you have to do. He tried to pull her back down into his arms but she stiffened, ‘You are telling me I have absolutely no say whatsoever in my wedding?’ He sat up and pulled her into his arms ‘You will be the most beautiful bride in the world Zaya, I am a billionaire I pay people to do all the work for me, you will soon be my wife so they will do everything for you too. That’s how it works in our world’ She looked away from him he would never understand how this made her feel, her fists were clenched so tightly her nails dug into her palms.

I need a surrogate for me and my wife. "A surrogate?" I blinked in confusion “Yes,” he said, his eyes sharp. "We've been unsuccessfully trying for another child for years. She has at last consented to use a surrogate and you. . ." He pointed to me. “You appear to be desperate enough to think about it." Stunned, I reclined. "Are you serious right now?" " Totally." he replied. "I'll pay for your father's treatment, pay his medical bills and give you a generous reward. But you will bear my child in exchange."

*****************************" I love looking at the city at night from my window. This was definitely one thing I love so much about my new home. I could see the stars in sky. I could imagine my mom and dad looking right at me. I wish I have siblings or cousins.My parents were so busy looking for historical landmarks, they forget to give me a sibling. It took me weeks thinking about my decision about having a child especially with my banking job. I'm glad my dad left a large fund for me before he died. At 24, I have reached the age to access it. I want to go into an online business, by opening an online shopping app where I can connect commercial fashion hub to buyers. About my baby, sin

James stammered, crawling backward. Akam crouched before him, his glowing eyes locking onto James. “nothing too personal.” James didn’t even have time to scream. Nellie Bridge – Heiress to the Bridge Empire and daughter of a billionaire senator Sir Muhammad Nellie paced her lavish bedroom, her phone pressed to her ear. She was deep in conversation with her fiancé, discussing their upcoming wedding. The sound of gunfire shattered the tranquility of the night. She froze, the phone slipping from her hand as her bodyguards’ shouts echoed through the house.

"I have a business proposition for you." "I'm not interested in a job at your father's company." "It's not that kind of job." Jane's perfectly manicured nails tapped nervously against her glass. "Have you ever heard of Ryker Blackwood?" Lyra frowned. "The tech billionaire? The one they call 'The Wolf of Wall Street' except with computers or whatever?" "That's the one. Dark, mysterious, ruthless. Worth about fifteen billion." Jane's eyes darted around again. "And I'm supposed to marry him in two weeks."

“There's an entire legal team involved, she contacted a lawyer. You have to admit, it's a smart move.” “What? Neo, don't tell me you can't see this gold digger's attempt to finesse us!” Sasha bellowed. Neo looked up from the document to address his sister's ignorance. “If you were asked, by a billionaire, to marry him impromptu because his initially arranged bride has become incapacitated, would you, having had a fairly humble background, do it for free?” At this point, Sasha went silent; she hadn't thought of it that way. But she was determined to insist. “Okay, okay, I wouldn't do it for free, but I won't ask for ten million!”