The Unwanted Bride: Claimed By The Billionaire Novels & Stories

Simultaneously I brought my hand closer to her to shake hands, but I was disappointed because she didn't seem to pay attention to me. Instead, she faces my husband again. "Oh, my nephew, you got married already? Why didn't you even invite me? My feelings hurt. Where did you get this woman? She looks ordinary to me. I didn't know that your taste towards women is just plain. I want to introduce you to someone who was the heiress, but I guess I'm late." The sarcastic response of her aunt to Leonard.

What a pain. She exhales out a loud, deep breath as if she is controlling her outburst. She looks restless, "I'm calling Ashar, but he's not picking up his phone. Two thousand people from all over the country and even from overseas are coming to the wedding. If the bride wouldn't be on time, it will spoil the image of the two families. You don't understand how much good reputation is important for Hobsons. I'm going to put a thick veil on your face, so no one would recognize you. Your height, weight and body shape matches with mine. No one will find out, believe me." She is right about our weight, but not height. She is few inches taller. But this doesn't solve the problem. It's impossible.

“Her phone is off, and—” A loud crash interrupted the sentence. Aria flinched. “You useless idiots!” her mother snapped. “How can a bride disappear on her wedding day?! Do you have any idea who she’s marrying?!” Aria’s grip on the tray tightened so hard her knuckles turned white. Selena… gone? That made no sense. Her sister had been obsessed with this wedding for months. No—years. Ever since the engagement to Adrian Blackwood was announced, Selena had made it her entire personality. The dresses, the venues, the guest list—everything had to be perfect.

Hadley mumbled walking back to the hotel but her path was blocked by the girl that almost got her roasted earlier. What's with rich people and way blocking "Ohh Ella I didn't know you were there," the girl says, smiling. Her smile was already oozing fakeness but Hadley didn't care. "I have to go," she says. "What a pity you have to marry my cousin even though you know you won't have a good marriage," the girl says and Hadley knew she was trying to pique her interest and she can say she has it. "What do you mean we are not going to have a happy marriage?" Hadley was also curious and she doesn't know why she was interested; it was not like she was the one going to marry him.

'' before i could say anything else we were interrupted. '' mother, father what are you doing here on such short notice and why wasnt i told before hand that you were coming here to begin with.'' Ace says coming from nowhere in particular when did he arrive here. '' we are here to meet our apparent daughter in-law that we had never heard of, one that we heard from the news and one that we were not invited to the wedding.'' his mother said in and angry voice. '' why the fuck did you not let us know that you are married and we find out after one fucking month didnt you think we deserved to know the fucking truth.'' his dad says anger lacing in his voice.

he said, his tone cold, like it was an order and not an invitation. I blinked. Going out? With him? I couldn’t even remember the last time he had taken me anywhere. “Where… where are we going?” I asked carefully. “There’s a contract I want to sign with Wilson’s group,” he replied flatly. “They require me to bring my… wife and our wedding certificate before they finalize it.” Wilson Group is one of the biggest companies in the world and it takes the grace of God to get a contract with them. Oh, this is the reason.

Blushing Bride Intro; When nineteen year old Georgia Marcelli walks down the aisle, she steps into a marriage arranged by power, not love. But behind her virgin innocence lies a dangerous craving to be seen, owned, and devoured and no one sees her quite like Massimo De Luca. He’s a thirty-three year old ruthless and obsessively controlled self-made billionaire with a name that turns heads and a stare that undresses her soul. The moment she becomes his wife, he makes one thing clear:

"Elise, my wife, our daughter found out her poor boyfriend is a billionaire. She ran into rain. I told him to buy 1000 roses from your shop." Elise, on the other side, holding baby Rose - no, holding pregnant belly? No, Rose was 20 now, but Elise was holding white roses for her mother-in-law's garden - screamed: "ETHAN BLACKWOOD! YOU TOLD HIM TO DO THE RAIN SCENE?! AGAIN?! THAT'S OUR SCENE! YOU CAN'T GIVE OUR SCENE TO EVERYONE!" "It's not our scene anymore, my wife. It's family tradition." And outside, in the rain, Rose Carter-Blackwood, 20, who hated billionaires, was running, crying, in Shoreditch, while a boy in a £2,500 hoodie chased her with one Tesco w hite rose, because he couldn't af

•SOPHIA LANGFORD• Thump. Thump.. My heart raced insanely fast as I took steady strides towards the altar, raising my wedding gown a bit as I moved alongside the bridal maids. ..bridal maids I didn't even know. Nothing could be more relieving than being in the process of getting a fortune but at the same time, nothing could be more dreadful than being contractually bound to a billionaire who had a million rivals… Everything had really happened so fast this week..

His grip was steady, no longer the iron shackle of a husband-by-contract, but the anchor of a partner. "Day one hundred and eighty," I whispered. "Not quite," Damien said, looking at the glowing burner phone in my hand. The screen flickered one last time. A message from an unknown number: *The Architect never builds a house she can't escape. See you in the Caymans, Queen.* I looked at the smoking ruins, then at the man I had married to survive. The Unwanted Bride was dead. The Harrington empire was ash. But the Vane legacy was just beginning.