The Unwanted Bride: Claimed By The Billionaire Novels & Stories

He does not even sound surprised at all. "Yes, she did." "No problem, let her know that I will be back in California in a week." "You won't fly back sooner." "No" "Really" I am beyond shocked with the way he took the news "Yes," "Wow!" "You must be shocked with the way I took the news." "Yes, very shocked." "Eleanor, this is not the first time a woman is claiming I am the father of her baby." "Really" "Yes, I am a billionaire. I am the father of every baby of every woman who ends up in my bed even though I never sleep with these women raw."

"I am saying I will marry you." It was my turn to be shocked now, the richest most sought after bachelor wanted to marry me, regardless of our circumstances, it was still shocking. I was about to speak up, when he stopped me, "But there have to be ground rules for this," he started. "I will marry you and I will pay for your son's medical bills and have him transferred to one of the best heart clinics for children in New York. In return you will act as my wife in public, attend all the public events I go to, and after a period of two years we can separate amicably and I will give you enough money for you and your son to start over somewhere else. "

“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.

I couldn't do anything. I sigh and raise my white transparent veil attached to my bridal hair down. I stand up gently. I can hear Panela's voice already from the living room. There was no car to take me to the church so she volunteered to go bring her father's Range Rover so she could drive mom and me to the church where my groom will be waiting for me already. Now that she is here, it is time to go and become the billionaire's unwanted bride. **** Aidan's POV It is done already, I have a wife now but she is just a wife on paper. It is our wedding night but it doesn't feel special like every other people's wedding night.

So much for being an unwanted bride, I muse to myself. ****

Lily says, as though waiting for me to start laughing and saying I pranked her or something, but I remain dead serious. “Like a corpse. I feel so trapped and unhappy,” I continue, “a new competition is driving out my parents out of business so they have to join their pharmaceutical company with the Wolfs, and I’m just collateral damage.” “The Wolfs?” she asks. I nod. She pauses. “Wait. Are you talking about The Wolf? AKA Baxter Wolf?” There we go again. “The one and only.” “Well, I’d marry him for free.” Lily says and I glare at her.

She looked so tiny next to the aggressive crowd of reporters sticking microphones in her face. "Miss Grey! Did you trick Mr. Knight into marrying you?" "Lila, is it true your family is broke and you’re just doing this for the cash?" She just stood there. Her eyes looked dead, staring straight ahead like she was a ghost. She didn't say a single word, completely frozen from the pressure. The reporters focused on me as I started walking up the steps. Everyone went quiet for a second, leaning in, waiting for the ruthless CEO to finally speak up, maybe yell at the press, or say something to his new bride.

“I’m sorry, Mama. I’m sorry for breaking the union you chose for me. But he never loved me. He never protected me the way you promised he would. The man you called my husband became my monster. He became my living nightmare.” The words Rach had spat at her echoed in the silence of the yard, fueling her resolve: The Unwanted Wife. The Unloved Wife. The Forgotten Wife. The next morning, the sun rose on a different Selin. She was in the kitchen, mechanically preparing breakfast for her husband and his mistress, when a knock sounded at the door. “Are you Mrs. Selin Miller?” the courier asked, holding a professional-grade envelope.