The Billionaire's Accidental Bride

By: Kimmy Love


Lights. Glitz. Glamor It was all the norm for Jack Casali. He was the son of business tycoon, Brandon Casali, who'd made his fortune building casinos and making a name for himself as one of the wealthiest entrepreneurs in Vegas. Jack grew up among roulette wheels and showgirls and consequently, at thirty-one years of age, he'd become quite a reckless man with a taste for the high life.

That day was no different. Dressed in a tuxedo that cost as much as a small car, with his jet black hair styled like a 40's film star and a confident smile on his face that made women swoon, he stood at the entrance of one of his father's casinos and smiled even more widely when he saw an expensive Ferrari pull up and his best friend Lewis step out and throw his keys to the valet.

The two met five years earlier at a charity gala held at a hotel, where Jack had come to pick up upper-class women and Lewis had come to represent his father's pharmaceutical corporation. They'd clicked straight away as two young men of fortune and since spent many a night painting the town red and making the most of their youth and wealth.

Lewis rubbed his hands together with an expectant grin on his face and greeted Jack with a friendly slap on the back. "Good evening, Mr. Casali," he said teasingly. "Are you ready for another wild night?"

"Me? Wild? I'm here to represent the values of Casali Casinos."

Lewis laughed at that and shook his head with amusement. They both knew that they weren't the best representations of their fathers' tenacity and industrialism, but neither of them took it too much to heart. It was much easier just to enjoy the life they'd been given and try not to do anything that would affect their fathers' reputations too badly.

The two men made their way into the casino, ready for a night of champagne, gambling and beautiful women, and Jack wasn't disappointed. The second he stepped through the rotating door and placed his foot upon the deep red carpet, he spotted the most beautiful woman he had ever seen drinking a glass of champagne and laughing loudly, surrounded by a group of other women.

The woman who d caught his eye was dark-skinned and had frothy light-brown hair, which spilled down her back. She had a dazzling smile that seemed to light up the whole casino and big, dark, doe eyes. She was wearing a dark blue cocktail dress and a pair of killer heels and a bright pink sash that said Hen Night across it in big, curly letters. Jack was relieved when he noticed that the petite black-haired woman beside her was wearing the sash that said bride-to-be, meaning that the girl with the dazzling smile may very well be available. Jack's grin grew wider and he gave Lewis a mischievous nudge.

"See that girl in the blue dress? Tonight, I'm going to take her home."

"You reckon?" Lewis replied, looking the mysterious woman up and down with interest. "She's attractive, alright. You've got to be careful, though, Jack. You don't want to get snapped going at it again."

Jack laughed out loud. "That was over a year ago."

"Your father hasn't forgotten about it."

"Don't remind me."

Being rich was as good as being famous in Vegas and Jack's father was constantly in the press and, more recently, so was Jack. Yet, where Jack's father was celebrated for his business intuition, innovative graduate schemes and charitable sponsorship deals, Jack was getting a public reputation as a billionaire playboy and it drove his father crazy.

"Just be discreet about it, yeah?" Lewis advised. "Who am I going to hang out with if you get disowned?"

Jack laughed at his friend's teasing. "Don't worry, Lewis. I'll be on my best behavior."


Natalie was getting married. Annaya would be lying if she said the fact didn't make her a little wistful. Growing up, Annaya had always been the beautiful, tall, gorgeous young woman with model good looks and so naturally, everyone had expected her to be the first to bag a husband.

But little Natalie, with her nervous giggle and tendency to be overly-polite was the one who was ready to settle down with a quiet man who was perfect for her. Annaya was pleased for them, but couldn't help but feel a little envy when shopping for that once-in-a-lifetime dress and fawning over a diamond. It was every girl's dream to be a bride, but Annaya was far from it.

People told her she was high-maintenance, and she guessed it was true, but it wasn't a need for expensive luxuries and designer clothes that made men fall short of her standards, but her desire to find a man who would put her first. Over the years, she'd come second place to football and careers and ex-girlfriends and it had always left her feeling like she needed just a little more.

When Natalie would ask her about when she'd find a nice man, Annaya would always tell her that she was in no rush. She'd rather find a man who'd sweep her off her feet in an incredible romance, than settle for someone who could take her or leave her.

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