The Proxy Bride Of The Billionaire Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Her name is Emilia. She is the woman I love. That’s all you need to know.” “That’s not enough!” she shouted, her voice cracking with emotion. “Love? Do you think love will sustain you when you don’t even know who she truly is? Do you even know her family? Where she comes from? Why was this marriage rushed, Adrian? Why didn’t you introduce her properly? Why—” “Because it is my choice!” Adrian cut her off, his voice thunderous. “My life, my love, my marriage. You have no right to dictate it!”

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I said before I continued my speech. "Ummm so I need a bride as soon as yesterday. I have drawn up a contract which states that I will marry a girl and offer her 3 million dollars and after 6 months we go our separate ways. Pretend as though nothing happened." I said, and lifted right her eyebrow in awe as I pushed the file papers across the table to her. "So, here is the contract. You're the chosen girl for me." I said and handed her the contract with a smirk and she looked dumbfounded and bewildered. Her mouth was just hanging open, speechless and in shock.

“Never again.” The vows were simple. Honest. Real. And when they kissed, it wasn’t a revelation. It was a continuation. Some love stories begin loudly. Others survive everything first. _____________ Author’s Note Thank you for reading The Billionaire’s Proxy Bride. What began as an idea grew into something far bigger than I imagined, and the support and encouragement I’ve received along the way have meant more than I can properly put into words.Thank you for staying until the end. Thank you for believing in Lena, Damon, and Amara.

Hearing that, she snorted coldly and said: “Narine Corporation? Is the Corporation about to go bankrupt? Yes. Only bankrupt people would accept to marry their daughter to a disabled person, and she is an illegitimate daughter. Why did that old man agree?” “I don't know about this either.” “Okay, you go.” The woman saw that the wedding gift was only one billion. She threw the paper to the butler and leaned her head back on the massage chair. The housekeeper took the paper back and left. The woman looked at the young man in front of her again. She said: "Is everything okay at the company, son?" “Mom, don't worry. Soon, I will have Drkov Corporation. Please help me keep an eye on that cripple."

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.

“This is the happiest day of your life. Smile, for heaven’s sake.” Kaila's voice ground on my nerves as her nails dove into my arm, directing me toward the plated swinging doors of the setting. Her fragrance, sharp and overwhelming, gripped the air between us. The texture of my white glossy silk dress felt choking, every last trace of it an untruth. "I'm marrying a man I scarcely know," I murmured brutally, yanking my arm free. "What precisely is there to grin about?"

as a stepmother. Elena sat quietly, feigning innocence as she asked softly, “It’s already time… why hasn’t the bridegroom come to pick me up?” The color drained from Yuna’s face at the question. The guests exchanged confused glances. Did this girl not know she was marrying a dying man? There would be no groom at this wedding. “Elena,” Zander Xia stepped forward awkwardly, avoiding her eyes. “The groom… is unwell. He won’t be attending the ceremony. You’ll need to go to the residence on your own.”

Mara's POV I called Priya from the parking lot. She picked up on the first ring the way she always did when she knew something was wrong, which was almost always because Priya had an instinct for trouble that bordered on supernatural. I had barely finished two sentences before she interrupted me. "He did what?" "Keep your voice down," I said, even though she was in another city and there was no one near me. "Mara, he filed for custody and then offered marriage in the same meeting. That is not a legal strategy, that is a hostage situation."