Novel & Cerita Whirlwind Wedding With A Billionaire

Luna muttered with a calm voice that held a seriousness in it. The woman accepted her condition and Luna wired a huge amount of money into her account. She also went ahead to write her a life lasting cheque and gave a free access card to the mall owned by her husband's family using her name. After the woman left, she dressed up for the event she had promised to attend with her husband the other day. She wore a silver glittering satin dress that had a thigh length slit and sweetheart plunging neckline. She matched the dress with ruby tear drop earrings and curled her short black hair with silver pearls.

The private jet landed in the Bangalore International Airport. "You don't even have any luggage with you?? What's your plan?? A shopping spree with Shravan's credit card??" Isha asked and Shravan groaned mentally. What had happened to the sweet natured Isha?? Where did this bitchy avatar come from?? "Of course yes. I am a newly wed bride. New brides are entitled to their shopping spree with their husband's credit card." Drishti said, batting her eyelashes innocently at them.

His grip around my waist tightened slightly, firm and possessive, as whispers spread through the room like wildfire. “Is that… Amara Cole?” “The bride who got abandoned last week?” “No… that’s impossible.” “Wait… isn’t she with Wolfe?” My heart pounded violently in my chest. Just days ago, these same people had watched my humiliation circulate across the internet. Videos of my wedding disaster had reached millions of views overnight. And now here I was… standing beside the most powerful billionaire in the city. Alexander leaned closer to my ear, his voice low and calm. “Relax,” he murmured. “You’re trembling.”

My mother had insisted on staying in Seattle until after the ceremony before flying to Switzerland, and seeing her in the front row weak but smiling, tears in her eyes almost broke me. This is for her, I reminded myself. Everything is for her. Then the music started, and everyone stood, and I walked down the aisle on my father's arm toward the man who would be my husband in a matter of minutes. Alexander stood at the altar in a perfectly tailored black tux, and when our eyes met, something passed between us. Understanding, maybe. Shared sacrifice. Or maybe just mutual acknowledgment of the insanity we were both agreeing to. He looked nervous, I realized. Alexander Knight, billionaire CEO who

“And this has to do with me?” “I want you to marry me.” The café seemed to tilt. She laughed. Loudly. “That’s insane.” He reached into his coat and placed a folded document on the table. A check. Her laughter died. The amount made her dizzy. Half a million dollars. “I’ll cover your mother’s medical bills,” he said. “All of them. Immediately. The rest is yours.” Her hands trembled. “You don’t even know me.” “I don’t need to.” “That’s supposed to convince me?”

“They were both lucky with each other, a woman with a good reputation, a famous model and a perfect career, and the most famous billionaire. I heard he’ll be staying here for good after settling his company here in Moscow.” “Yes I know right, and have you heard that she has a fiancee back then? But during their wedding, she ran away.” “What? Was it true? Haven’t heard of it.” “The wedding is private and there were no media, I think only their family were invited to avoid issues.” “I don’t understand the girl, why would she run away to a billionaire groom.”

And that's exactly what happened, our parents got married just two months after our formal dinner. It was a beach wedding on a private southern island. I'd always thought Mom was joking when she said her fiancé was rich, but she wasn't. We'd been comfortable back when Dad was alive, but not this rich. And this? This was a world apart. He took us from the dull city to the island on his own plane. He paid for everything: nice hotel rooms for all the guests, the whole wedding, even small things no one expected. Almost everyone who was invited came. There were famous people in long dresses, politicians shaking hands, and important business people who looked powerful. That's when the truth hit me

"Why would you shame our family like this, Camille? You now go around seeing men? Who the hell is the man on the screen?" The big hall was filled with tension as Sean walked in, his presence commanding attention. "And what happens if the man in the video is me?" he said, his voice confident and authoritative. The guests murmured among themselves, shocked by his sudden appearance. "Is it not Sean Rodriguez, the most wealthy billionaire in the whole city?" someone whispered. "I think he is. I've seen him in magazines and on TV, never got a chance of seeing him in person." "What could be be doing here?"

I look back, and Zara is still standing on the same spot I just moved away from. She hasn't moved a foot since I started walking. She still has the train of my dress in her hands, and she looks like she's ready to drag me to the floor with it. "Babe! What the fuck are you doing?" I whisper-yell at her. "You see that?" she says, still standing firm in her spot. “A hot-ass billionaire, a man who could have sent a hundred men to crash this wedding, came here himself. For you. He's gonna get dragged to a cell right now because of it."

CHAPTER THREE HEAVEN’s POV This was what every girl would have termed as a dream wedding. A luxurious, extravagant wedding—that was trending right now on the internet, to a very successful billionaire, hot, dashing, handsome, breathtaking even, standing out amongst the crowd, his demeanor screaming power and bizarre authority. Wearing it clearly on his face that he shouldn’t be messed with, and honestly, I could count the amount of times I’d seen the corner of his lips tug up in what barely resembled a smile.