Novel & Cerita Whirlwind Wedding With A Billionaire

I can’t stop the smile that spreads across my face. I don’t even try. Outside the church, people are already streaming toward their cars, murmuring, some of them looking faintly thrilled by the scandal of it all. Flashes from the waiting press lit up the church steps as photographers scrambled to capture Vivienne’s tears. Reporters were already shouting into microphones, building tomorrow’s headlines. BILLIONAIRE GROOM ABANDONS BRIDE AT THE ALTAR. WEDDING OF THE YEAR ENDS IN PUBLIC HUMILIATION.

“You’re my wife.” I didn’t say anything. He stepped back, pulled his sleeves up, and grabbed his phone from his pocket, “let’s go.” We walked out through the main hallway and every staff member moved like clockwork. A butler opened the front door before we even got there, a black Rolls-Royce was waiting out front, engine running, doors already open. I looked at him. “Seriously?” He put on his sunglasses. “You married a billionaire. What did you expect, Uber?”

I choked out, staring at the screen like it might suddenly correct itself. Jessica’s texts started popping up one after the other: Jess: SIS WHAT IS THIS??? Jess: You MARRIED a billionaire?? Jess: Who is he?? What’s going on?? Answer meeeee!! Jess: Mom is gonna hyperventilate. Jess: ARE YOU OKAY?? Jess: HELLO??? I suddenly felt dizzy. I didn't even know which message to respond to first. There were a lot of tags on my I*******m too. The wedding I thought was fake is actually real, and now the whole freaking world knows about it. My face was almost on every blog — mystery woman, unknown bride, Miami wife. And my legally married husband, Eric Macmillan is apparently heir to a Billionaire fortu

The words blurred and sharpened in a sickening rhythm as Elena’s eyes tried to make them not real. Billionaire CEO Adrian Blackwood has confirmed his engagement… Sources say wedding is imminent… The new fiancée, Elena Moore, has no previous public profile… Her name on a news site, as if she’d agreed to be a public event. As if she hadn’t been cornered into it in an office that smelled like money and control. Elena’s phone began ringing—Maya from work. She didn’t answer. She couldn’t. What would she say? Hi, sorry, my brother almost died so I married a billionaire.

“I’m not dishing out millions of dollars for a five year . . . contract.” “And you want license to cheat on me and bring God knows what kind of disease back home. If I am to agree to your . . . philandering, then I want a wedding in return with a reasonable budget.” “First off, I’ve never caught an STD in my life and I am careful not to put myself in that position. Second, what is your definition of a reasonable wedding budget?” he asked haughtily. “A million dollars,” she answered. She wasn’t sure if that was reasonable or not for a wedding to a billionaire. She just threw it out there.

She still remembered Ella’s wide eyes when she said it. “You what? You married a billionaire under contract?” Sophie had laughed at the disbelief, sipping her wine and brushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “Yes. No ceremony, no rings. Just ink on a page and signatures.” Ella’s jaw had dropped. “Wait, wait Sophie, who is he?” “His name is Carson O’Connell . He needed a wife for some mmm complicated corporate reasons. And I needed the money for my mum’s hospital bill, Sophie said felling a little bit sad

I said finally with a raw voice, “Elena,” Mom blinked once, slowly, “And?” I laughed—a broken, bitter sound. “She was radiant. Confidence. Successful. Surrounded by investors. She was with these two men, one of whom I did not know—Derek, and the other was Max, from college.” Mom's brows arched, “The billionaire philanthropist?” “Yes,” I spat the word, “He showed up acting like he owns her. Like he has every right to be there. And that other idiot—Derek—hovering around her as if he discovered gold.”

Words other than 'ethereal' would be an insufficient description. The luxurious wedding, costing 500 million dollars, had successfully snagged everyone's attention. Everyone in the world had learnt of such a beautiful but slightly harrowing love story. At the same time, on the other end of the ocean in A City, Zoella Yates was standing in the chief office of Sky Sword Group. She was watching a wide, high-definition TV screen in front of her, taking in the joyous wedding of Hansen and Jenna. In the end, she was unable to stop their wedding. Hansen and Jenna had successfully remarried. Moreover, their love was witnessed by everyone. The moment when they kissed each other, the scene of undeniab

With a backpack, she walked excitedly to sit next to Maria. "My gosh, the whole way here I heard people talking about a super handsome guy driving a flashy Lamborghini dropping you off at school." Maria replied resignedly, "You already knew?" "So it's really true!?" Sarah couldn't believe her ears. Her eyes lit up for gossip. She grabbed Maria’s arm at once and beamed, "So you aren't being kept by an old man, but in a romantic relationship with a very wealthy second-generation heir?" Very wealthy? Sure, that was Charles.

She says and the entire crowd bursts into laughter. "All the way from Boston, he was crowned America's most eligible billionaire bachelor foe three years in a row by Vogue, but he dropped the title after he marries american beauty Willow daughter of one the greatest oil producers in the world. He still didn't drop a title. The youngest billionaire in the world and fifth most richest person, here with his wife, please say hi to them," She says and I raise my hands in the air. They applaud for the both of us and I smile a them. They continued with the event as Luciano skates over to me.