Billionaire's Replacement Bride

Chapter One

Author's pov

A private jet landed at LaGuardia Airport. As the packing apron was emptied for the arrival of the town's very special and long-awaited guest,.

Six men dressed in an all-black suit and leather shoes waited patiently by the Maybach Exelero packed in front of the plane for the arrival of one of New York's goodness.

Letting down the air stairs, the six men immediately went towards the airplane and waited by the stairs to welcome her.

She got out of the plane, putting on her sunglasses and face mask, before climbing down the stairs.

She rolled down the window of the car as soon as she sat in it, breathing in New York's air after such a long time.

If someone had told her earlier that she had returned to New York this year, she would have groaned and called that person a liar, but here she is now, she thought, chuckling inwardly.

She was only here because she had to fulfill one of her grandfather's last wishes. The old man was still trying to be the peacemaker, even after leaving.

She looked through the window. "Not much, though." She murmured as she saw some landmarks that were there before she left, still existing.

Rolling the window back up and leaning against the car seat, she takes a deep breath. She was about to not only meet but also live with her family after more than ten years.

Why couldn't she just continue her life without them? She ruffled her hair a bit.

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Milos Pov

"Bella is back." Samuel said, barging into Milo's office.

He raised his head from the file, closing it and giving him his full attention.

"What's your plan?" He asked, taking his seat in front of the black office desk.

"I am not sure yet, but either way, I am not giving up my company; definitely, we're going to have to get married." Milos replied, rubbing his forehead slightly.

He has been stressed lately, trying to come up with a plan to save his empire.

"If she's still the same Bella, then I'm pretty sure we shouldn't have much stress, considering the fact that she had a crush on you." Samuel added.

"And considering the way I brushed her feelings for me away in the past, I don't really think she would want to have anything to do with me." Milos said, his eyebrows raised.

"Well. " He said he was getting up on his feet.

"Where are you going?" Samuel asked to follow his friend out of the room.

"If she's in town, I might as well show my face and let her know the trouble we both are in." He said he was putting on his glasses and sliding into the back seat of his black Bugatti Veyron.

"The Harrison's Mansion." He ordered.

She stepped out of the car, looking around a bit, before making her way into the mansion.

"Milos." Mr. Harrison called out, surprised.

He quickly smiled, bowing a little to greet him as a sign of respect.

"Good afternoon, sir."

"Don't be silly; Milos has told you many times to call me uncle; even better, Dad, since you are about to get married to her." Mr. Harrison said, chuckling, but even that didn't ease the nervous expression on his face.

Milos smiled, fully aware of the situation on the ground.

"I heard that she's back." He went straight to the point.

Mr. Harrison nodded his head, letting out a sigh.

"I wish we could give her some time, though; she's not even talking to any of us yet." He said this, looking at Milos, hoping the boy understood.

"We don't have much time, sir. The council is on our necks; we need to give them something by next week. She already delayed time by coming in now.. He stated that he was trying to make the man see how urgent the situation on the ground was.

Mr. Harrison nodded his head towards the stairs, sighing once more.

Milos quickly made his way up the stairs; no one had to direct him to where he was headed; he had been here quite a lot in the past.

He stood in front of her floor, taking a deep breath, before tapping his knuckle against the door.

Seconds turned into minutes, and he raised his hands up in an attempt to knock on more, but the door opened, revealing a replica copy of the love of his life, just with a few differences, like the long hair, for example.

He got himself before he let out the gasp that threatened to leave his lips.

Bella looked at him, her brows furrowed together. It wasn't that she wasn't familiar with the face; she just couldn't help but wonder why he was standing in front of her.

"The Bailey room is on the other floor." She said it in a bored tone, snapping Milos out of his trance.

"An information I already know." He stated this before rudely making his way into her room.

Bella turned around, looking at the man who took his seat on the couch placed beside her bed, crossing his legs like he owned the place.

Her heart skipped a beat, looking at how handsome he had gotten over the years.

He pulled out something from his inner suit pocket, stretching it towards her.

She looked at him from the door, not attempting to make a move at first, before gently working towards him, silently praying in her heart that her emotions would keep themselves in check.

She knew Milos wasn't going to leave until he had accomplished whatever he was here for.

What a warm welcome! She thought, taking the card out of his hands.

She tore it open, her eyes dancing around the words written on it. Her eyes went wide as she gasped, her head snapping up to look at him. She tried to form words, but her head gave her nothing.

It's an engagement card, with her name boldly written next to his.

What the hell was going on? She yelled inwardly, confused.

"Okay, I will get straight to the point, Bella." Milos said, uncrossing his legs.

"What do you want to make this possible?We don't have much time," he asked, looking at her.

She looked at him, still in shock.