The billionaire Lagos bride book
"I need a wife for one year. No feelings, no drama, just a signature on a contract. In return, I will pay you fifty million Naira."
Amaka Okoro is a survivor from the streets of Mushin, but even she is running out of time. Her mother is dying, and the hospital bills are a mountain she can't climb. When the cold and powerful Alexander Sterling-the most feared billionaire in Lagos-offers her a fake marriage, it feels like a miracle.
But the glittering world of Victoria Island is more dangerous than the slums. Behind the diamond rings and luxury galas lies a dark secret Alexander has been hiding for three years-a secret that involved the death of his first bride.
As the lines between the contract and reality begin to blur, Amaka must decide: is she just a replacement for a dead woman, or is she the only one who can save Alexander from his own shadows?
In the city of Lagos, love is a luxury. Can Amaka afford the price?
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Chapter 2
Chapter 2: The Golden Handcuffs
The silence in the penthouse was heavy, broken only by the soft hiss of the air conditioner that felt like ice against Amaka's skin. She looked down at her hand, which was still trembling as she held the sleek, heavy fountain pen. The ink on the paper was dark and permanent-just like the decision she had just made.
"A wise choice, Amaka," Alexander said. He didn't move from the window, but she could see his reflection in the glass. He looked like a king surveying a kingdom he had already conquered. "Most women would have begged for more time to think. I like that you didn't. It shows desperation, and desperation is a very reliable motivator."
Amaka felt a sting of humiliation. "I didn't do it out of greed, Mr. Sterling. I did it because I have people who depend on me. My pride isn't worth my mother's life."
"Pride is a luxury for those who can afford it," Alexander replied, finally turning around. He walked toward her, his footsteps silent on the expensive marble floor. He stopped just inches away, and for the first time, Amaka smelled him-a scent of sandalwood, expensive tobacco, and old money. It was intoxicating and terrifying. "From this moment on, your old life is a shadow. You don't live in Mushin anymore. You don't haggle for fish. You are the future Mrs. Sterling. Act like it."
He pressed a button on his desk, and a few seconds later, the heavy oak door opened. A woman stepped in, dressed in a sharp grey suit with her hair pulled back so tightly it looked painful. She held a tablet in one hand and a look of pure clinical judgment in her eyes.
"This is Marcus, my executive assistant," Alexander said, not looking at either of them. "She handles my life. From now on, she handles yours too. Marcus, get her cleaned up. The 'Mushin' needs to be washed off before the press sees her."
Marcus nodded once, her eyes scanning Amaka like she was a bug under a microscope. "Understood, sir. The car is waiting downstairs to take her to the secondary residence."
"One moment," Amaka interrupted, standing up. "You promised the first payment. Today."
Alexander paused, his hand on the door handle of his private office. He looked back at her, a glint of something-was it respect or amusement?-in his eyes. "Check your phone in five minutes, Amaka. I am many things, but I am not a liar. Businessmen who break their word don't stay at the top for long."
He disappeared into the inner room, leaving Amaka alone with the icy Marcus.
"Follow me," Marcus said, her voice like a machine's. "We have a very tight schedule. Mr. Sterling's parents are arriving from London tomorrow for the Gala, and you need to look like you've been his secret fiancée for months, not someone he picked up from a flyer."
As they walked toward the elevator, Amaka felt like a prisoner being led to a very beautiful cell. The elevator descended, and just as the doors opened to the underground parking lot, her phone buzzed in her pocket.
With shaky hands, she pulled it out. It was a text alert from her bank.
CREDIT: NGN 5,000,000.00
DESC: STERLING CORP - DISB
Amaka gasped, nearly dropping the phone. Five million Naira. She had never seen so many zeros in her life. It was more money than her father had earned in his entire lifetime. Tears pricked her eyes-tears of relief, but also of fear. This wasn't a dream. It was a debt.
"Is there a problem?" Marcus asked, not stopping her brisk walk toward a black Mercedes-Maybach.
"No," Amaka whispered, wiping her eyes quickly. "No problem."
"Good. Because your life is about to become very complicated," Marcus said, opening the car door. "Inside that folder on the seat is your new identity. Memorize it. You went to a private school in Enugu. You met Alexander at a charity event in Paris. You love polo, you hate the limelight, and you are madly in love with him. If you forget even one detail, the Sterling family will tear you apart."
Amaka sat in the plush leather seat, the smell of 'new car' and wealth filling her lungs. She opened the folder. Inside were photos of Alexander as a child, a list of his favorite foods (black coffee, medium-rare steak, silence), and a detailed map of the Sterling estate.
But as the car pulled out into the Lagos traffic, Amaka looked out the tinted window. She saw a woman carrying a heavy tray of bread on her head, navigating the potholes and the heat. Just yesterday, that had been her world. Today, she was behind glass, moving through the city like a ghost.
"The wedding is in two weeks," Marcus said, tapping on her tablet. "It will be a private ceremony at the Sterling manor. Only family and a few selected board members. Until then, you will be under-going 'refinement.' Speech coaching, etiquette, and a complete wardrobe overhaul. Mr. Sterling has a reputation for perfection. You will not be the crack in his armor."
Amaka looked at the five million Naira notification again. She thought of her mother, currently in a cold hospital ward, and Chidi, who was probably eating a dinner of plain garri.
"I'll do it," Amaka said, her voice firm. "I'll be whatever he wants me to be. But tell Mr. Sterling one thing."
Marcus looked up, her eyebrow raised. "And what is that?"
"He can buy my time, and he can buy my name," Amaka said, looking Marcus straight in the eye. "But he hasn't bought me. I am a partner in this contract, not a slave."
Marcus actually let out a short, dry laugh. "Funny. That's exactly what the last three girls said before they fell in love with him and had their hearts crushed. Try to be different, Amaka. For your own sake."
The car sped onto the Third Mainland Bridge, the blue water of the lagoon stretching out forever. Amaka closed the folder and leaned her head back. The war for her family's survival was over, but a new war-a war for her soul-had just begun.
She was Amaka Okoro, the girl from Mushin. But tomorrow, the world would know her as the woman who tamed the coldest billionaire in Nigeria. She just had to make sure she didn't lose herself in the process.
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Two years after my death, I was a ghost trapped beside my grandmother, who suffered from Alzheimer's. She still thought I was alive, still trying to contact my ex-boyfriend, Liam.
"Do you regret it, Chloe?" Liam's voice was biting and cold. "It's useless. Even if you got down on your knees and begged me, I would never give you another chance."
He thought I was still alive. He thought I was manipulating my grandmother to get to him.
But I was a ghost, and nothing more. I had left this world a long time ago.
Liam was supposed to hate me forever, right up until someone told him the truth.
"She's dead! She's been dead for two years. And you killed her."
Liam's world shattered.
He came looking for me in the most extreme way possible.
7.2
In the glittering skyline of Lagos, where power and ambition rule, twenty-two-year-old Cynthia-Rose dreams of success but is trapped in the relentless grip of family struggles. When the enigmatic and wealthy Chief Fredrick Mba, a man old enough to be her father, offers her a life of unimaginable luxury... at a price, her world tilts on the edge of danger, desire, and deception.
It is a deal of power, control, and temptation. A marriage not born of love, but of circumstance. As Cynthia-Rose steps into Fredrick's world of opulence, she finds herself caught in a dangerous game of desire, manipulation, and secrets that could destroy everything she holds dear.
In a city where nothing comes free, and love has a price. Can Cynthia-Rose navigate the delicate balance of all give and all take, or will surrendering to temptation cost her more than she ever imagined?
8.7
Ada was eight months pregnant, sitting peacefully in her husband's Manhattan estate, looking at a baby nursery catalog.
Suddenly, her husband's mistress, Jacklyn, walked in, threw an ultrasound photo on the table, and locked the door.
Before Ada could process the betrayal, Jacklyn dragged her to the top of the marble staircase and threw herself backward just as Desmond walked through the front doors.
"She pushed me, Desmond! She tried to kill our baby!"
Desmond looked at Ada with absolute hatred.
He ignored Ada's breaking water and her agonizing screams for help, leaving her to miscarry on the freezing floor while he rushed Jacklyn to the hospital.
He sent Ada to a brutal federal prison for three years, where she was tortured and left with a body covered in horrific scars, mourning the baby she was told died at birth.
When Ada was finally released, Desmond destroyed her cousin's company to force her back to his estate as a lowly maid.
But when Ada saw Jacklyn's three-year-old son, her world stopped.
Right in the center of the little boy's palm was a faint crescent moon birthmark.
It was the exact same mark Ada had kissed on her own lifeless baby's tiny hand before the doctors took his body away.
How did her dead child become Jacklyn's little prince?
Looking at the woman who stole her life and the husband who threw her in hell, Ada clenched her scarred hands and swore she would tear their world apart to get her son back.
8.8
Bella Danvers aka Isabella Powell is a 20-year-old college student who encountered the hot and ruthless CEO of the Rinaldi Corporation, Gabriel Rinaldi. They had a forgetful one-night stand that took a turn for the worst. Will he be able to find her before he is forced into an arranged marriage? Will she be able to tell him the news? Or will they be forced apart?
7.4
Helena woke up in a sheer silk slip, trapped inside the romance novel she had read the night before.
She was the doomed villainess.
And she had just executed the most pathetic plot in the book: hiding in the closet to seduce her cold, ruthless legal guardian, Hayward.
It was the exact move that got the original Helena thrown out on the street to die.
"Helena, your time is up. Get out."
Hayward's freezing voice came from the other side of the door.
He didn't just reject her. He threatened to strip her of her trust fund and permanently lock her in a psychiatric ward.
Everyone in the massive estate despised her, treating her like trash.
To force her to break, Hayward exiled her to the company's worst design department, a graveyard for corporate failures.
At the same time, her innocent step-sister, the novel's female lead, was being cornered and harassed by a predatory manager.
Helena was suffocating under the original owner's ruined reputation.
She was surrounded by hostile eyes, everyone just waiting for her to throw a tantrum and completely self-destruct.
Why should she be forced to pay the ultimate price for the original villain's deadly mistakes?
Instead of screaming or begging, Helena wrapped herself in an oversized coat and played the perfect, submissive lunatic to survive.
She completely flipped the script and took the terrified female lead under her wing.
When that manager tried to lay a hand on her new sister, Helena didn't hesitate to crush his foot with her stiletto.
7.1
Bonnie Galvan woke up to the suffocating scent of lilies, staring at the mirror in the exact same seven-figure wedding dress she had worn seven years ago.
In the doorway stood her so-called best friend Itzel and her secret lover Erwin, desperately urging her to elope.
They warned her that her soon-to-be husband, the billionaire Arlington Townsend, was a crippled monster, and marrying him would ruin her life forever.
In her previous life, she blindly believed their lies and ran away from the altar.
Because of her public betrayal, the ruthless Townsend family completely bankrupted her father's company in retaliation.
Erwin and Itzel swooped in as her saviors, only to steal whatever was left of her family's wealth and power.
When she was finally stripped of her value, Erwin pushed her down an icy mountain slope during a brutal blizzard.
With a shattered ankle, she could only watch as Itzel smirked and Erwin coldly walked away, leaving her to be buried alive under the freezing snow.
As her lungs burned and her heart gave out in the agonizing cold, she was consumed by hatred.
Why did the man who swore to protect her and the friend she trusted with her life plot so meticulously to destroy her?
Opening her eyes again, Bonnie was back in the bridal suite, minutes before the ceremony.
This time, she didn't run.
She walked straight down the aisle, looked the terrifying Arlington Townsend in the eye, and firmly said her vows.
"I do."