Romans & histoires The Proxy Bride Of The Billionaire

Her grandfather had wanted her father to marry into the Spencer family, but somehow her father managed to elope and marry Jane, her mother. In order to get back at her father, he had to give all of his fortune to him on the condition that his only daughter, Cassandra, get married into the same Spencer family her father neglected, else all of her grandfather's fortune will be willed to his brother. Everyone was in shock after hearing the will but her father never wasted any moment before he started arrangements. That is what led to what is happening tonight. She is meeting with the stranger she will be getting married to in a week.

"It's...complicated, Tiffany. Let's just say I'm in a situation, and I'm unsure about the other person's feelings." Tiffany's expression turned curious, and she gave her a 'I won't give up till you tell me' look. "Okay, fine," Camille whispered. "I'm in a contract marriage. It's not a real marriage, just a mutually beneficial arrangement." Tiffany's eyes widened. "Whoa, that's unexpected! Who's the lucky guy?" Camille's cheeks flushed. " We met coincidentally, and...it's complicated." Tiffany leaned in closer. "Complicated how? Is he gorgeous? Rich? What's the deal?"

“Look at you. You look so beautiful in that wedding dress. The silk fits you perfectly, and the lace… it’s really lovely. You look like a real bride.” I turned slowly to face her, my face looking tired that even the makeup couldn't hide it. “I hope you all are happy now?” She stepped closer, reaching out to adjust the veil on the wedding gown. “Sarah, sweetheart, please. I know this is difficult, but try to see the good in it. Adrian is a powerful man. You’ll live in luxury. You’ll never have to worry about money or status again. This marriage will save our family. Calm down!”

"I don't have time for sentimental relationships. This is purely business. You need money; I need marital status. A win-win." Hazel felt her body tremble. All of this was too absurd to digest in one night. Theo narrowed his eyes, as if reading the doubt on Hazel's face. "The consideration is simple, Miss Gabriella. I pay all your mother's hospital bills. In return, you become my wife for a year." For several seconds, Hazel couldn't say anything. Those words echoed in her mind, blurring both her logic and fear. "So... what's your decision?" Theo added coldly, as if Hazel's answer was merely a formality that wouldn't change his decision.

she asked. “No happy family nonsense?” I smiled. “I assure you, I have no desire to play happy families. I simply want an heir.” “An heir?” she said. “Are you royalty or something?” I ignored that too. “So,” I asked, “do we have a deal?” I sweetened the offer. Private housing. A car. Total privacy. She smiled. “Fine. Add it to the contract.” Then she asked, “Where are you from anyway?” “Upstate,” I said. “A place called Fell Village.”

The words hit me harder than expected. My marriage. My six-month contract. The lies. The evidence. The guilt. The fear of being discovered. I inhaled sharply and nodded. “Yes. Even me.” Because love isn’t about wealth. It’s about vulnerability. Mandy leaned forward, cracking open a can of juice. “Talk to us, babe. What did he say exactly?” Favour hesitated, then whispered: “He told me he wants a woman who mirrors his success. Someone who can ‘match his energy.’ I guess I don’t make enough money to match his new life.”

“If you refuse, we lose everything. The house. The trust. Your mother’s library—sold off, piece by piece. You’ll have nothing. No one.” It wasn’t a request. It was a sentence. Amara said nothing. She didn’t have to. Marcella had already won. She’d spent years chipping away at Amara’s worth—reminding her she was the daughter of a dead woman, a burden, a ghost in the family portrait. Now, she was being handed a role: proxy bride. Not for love. Not for choice. But for survival. That afternoon, Marcella led her to the master bathroom—a temple of white marble and gold fixtures. It smelled of bleach and privilege.

Rather they see her as bad for me and prefer some church rat. High classes are supposed to go for high classes like them and not go for the low classes. But they insisted on that low class novice. I looked at the mirror, seeing my reflection I imagined Ruby coming up to meet me at the altar. Then again, i realized that Ruby isn't my bride but a stranger is. A knock came through. "Come in" I said. "Brother" I looked up. Vikky and babe coming towards me. They were looking beautiful on their pink and black spot dresses. What do you know... They are ready for their brother's wedding. Typical.

"When my mom came earlier, I was pissed off. But actually, her reaction gave me an idea. A solution to both our problems." "And that solution is?" "Marry me." The words hung in the air like two inflated balloons. "What?" Anna asked, open-mouthed. "Hear me out." Lewis held up his hand. "It will be a contract marriage. I'll take care of your mother's medical bills and provide for your upkeep. In return, you'll help convince my mother we're happily married." Anna's mind went blank, as if strong waves crashed against it. "You can't be serious." "I'm dead serious," he said, and he looked it.

They were going to leave, but the Mayor had something else he wanted to talk about. "Congratulations on your marriage. I see you have found a diamond in another place as well." The Mayor looked at Spencer, who was dressed in a dark green velvet gown, decorated with golden flower embroidery. Her shiny raven-colored hair flowed down to her waist . The Mayor watched her with much admiration. He found her more beautiful than his own wife and that made him jealous of Kristof. Even more, than he already was. He was the Mayor! However, Kristof was wealthier, more powerful, and had a better-looking lover.