The Billionaire’s Baby(25)
Unfortunately, we needed each other. The beautiful, selfish man needed a wife to keep his lucrative family business and I needed cold hard cash.
Though I only met my handsome groom two days before my wedding, now I’ve signed the contract of devotion, and I’ll have to spend the rest of my life with him.
Between Billionaires
Head editor of a struggling magazine, strong willed and fiery Miranda needs to figure out some way of saving her staff from unemployment and her company from certain bankruptcy. She’s willing to do anything and everything to make it work.
Suddenly, Miranda finds herself trapped between the steamy affections of a newsroom celebrity and her sexy old college flame who’s recently taken over his lucrative family business. Both hunky billionaires want to help Miranda’s magazine flourish, and both want to help themselves to her hand in marriage in return.
Which billionaire will ultimately win Miranda’s love?
Buying a Bride
I'm a billionaire's wife.
I don’t think I’ll ever get used to thinking that. I’m married. I’m a wife now. Not just to any guy, but to freaking Owen Pearson, celebrity billionaire and sexy hunk.
My parents’ company was failing, their bills were adding up faster than they could even tally them. We would be lucky to just go bankrupt. Then, Owen called.
My dad had been his teacher and mentor when Owen was still in school, and now, the billionaire was ready to return the favor after hearing how badly business was suffering.
All that Owen needed to pay off the bills and have our debts forgiven… is a wife
I’d never even met Owen before our wedding day, but now we’ll have to spend every day together, forever, as husband and wife.
The Wife Contract
Before I met him, I knew him.
Thax Johnson, business savant and heir to a family fortune, twenty nine years old and already a billionaire. His striking, handsome face filled the evening news, billboards, and magazines. His life must be full of luxurious gifts, beautiful women, everything and everyone available at his beck and call.
Then, he wandered into my bakery one lazy afternoon. I could probably count on one hand the number of customers I had that day, but none mattered except for him.
Before I knew what was happening, he was making me an offer: wed him and he would save my faltering bakery. We both needed each other; I needed to fund my shop, he needed to find a bride before his upcoming birthday or lose his inheritance.
Now, our worlds are colliding and melding into one shared life, but will we be able to persevere a wedding of convenience? Will my husband ever be more than an acquaintance in my bed each night?
Bonus Content
Velvet Moon
Chronicles of Nienna, Book 1
Velvet Moon
Chronicles of Nienna, Book 1
Ella Cari
Copyright 2015 Ella Cari
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Table of Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Bonus Content
Chapter One
Few people knew his name.
It was legend that the Prince of the North once spoke it on his hushed lips before coldness ran through his royal veins and the Prince’s limp body hit the Earth. Those who saw the events of that chilly day unfold swore up and down that they saw his pale face in the crowd of people as their fine Prince met his death.
Actually, it rather seemed to most that his name was a curse. Those who spoke it were destined to die.
War had ravaged the once yellow speckled, billowy fields of Landrian after the death of the Prince to the north. Nothing remained but smoldering ruins of villages and people in the battle’s wake.
The snows of winter had come fast and hard this year, as the slim figure of a man watched the destruction with bored, black eyes.
He was used to ruin and violence, he was used to the smell of death, he no longer ached with the sharp pain of loss. He was not human, he had no use for such things as feelings any longer.
The days grew shorter and shorter, each gust of wind bursting with coldness. Night seemed to be everlasting, which was just fine for him. He lived in the night, empowered by the rays of the cold moon.