Her Bucket List Billionaire: Billionaire Clean Romance

In exchange for a luxurious month in Venice with a billionaire playboy, she agrees to impersonate her supermodel twin sister, never expecting to fall in love at first sight for the enigmatic Italian. His interest in her is driven by a desire for revenge, intending to make her pay for the pain she caused his best friend. Will she be able to change his mind?

When Adrianna Olsen agrees to impersonate her supermodel twin sister, she thinks a month of luxury in Venice is worth the deception. But she’s unprepared for the intense and magnetic Gabriele Marcelli, the Italian billionaire who awakens feelings in her she’s never known. As Adrianna struggles to maintain the façade, she finds it increasingly difficult to pretend to be Valerie while falling deeply for Gabriele.

For Gabriele Marcelli, getting close to "Valerie" is all about revenge. The woman he believes destroyed his best friend’s life two years ago is now in his sights, and he plans to make her pay. But as he spends more time with the seemingly innocent and kind-hearted version of Valerie, Gabriele is thrown off balance, questioning whether this is part of her cunning act—or if the woman before him is more than she appears.

Explore this wholesome billionaire romance, where passion and intimacy are subtly implied, allowing the story to focus on mystery, deep connections, and heartfelt moments.

“I have a very bad feeling about this.”

Unease settled over Adrianna Olsen as she wrung her hands against her stomach, staring up at the airport’s flight departure screens. Groaning, she shook her head. “They’ve delayed the flight. Again.” She glanced down at her identical twin sister sitting in the wheelchair. “I think you should find another flight, Valerie. Something must be wrong with the plane.”

Valerie was only five minutes older than Adrianna, but the twin’s new diagnosis of Lyme disease had caused Val to age quickly. Her once vibrant green eyes were now dull with dark circles underneath, which today she hid behind sunglasses even though it was evening. Her fragile face now faded. Even her blonde hair didn’t look as silky or shiny.

To think that not even a year ago, Valerie had been a high paid super-model in New York City. Now she could hardly walk by herself from her bed to the wheelchair most mornings.

Val frowned. “No. This is normal for an international flight. Besides, I can’t put this flight off any longer. The doctor in Venice is a specialist and has been working on a cure for my disease. He’s so sought after, his patients are booked months in advance.” She reached up and clasped Adrianna’s hand. “If he has a cure for Lyme disease, I need to get it. I can’t live my life as an invalid, Anna. I just can’t.”

Kneeling beside the wheelchair, Adrianna’s heart wrenched with helplessness. Valerie still looked fashionable today wearing a red and white sleeveless tweed dress from Chanel, and matching high-heel patent leather pumps from Louis Vuitton. As always, her hair curled around her head in a style that fit her personality. Val would always portray a very chic woman.

“You’re not going to live your life in a wheelchair.”

Adrianna squeezed her hand. “We’ll wait in the airport for as long as it takes.”

She glanced at Gate C-14, now crowded with passengers anxiously waiting just as they were. One passenger in particular, caught Adrianna’s attention. It wasn’t the redheaded woman with the surgically enhanced bosom who hung on the man beside her like drapery. Instead, it was the gorgeous man himself that stood out.

He ran his fingers through his jet-black hair, pushing it away from his face. His dark gray suit jacket was flung over his shoulder as he held the collar with his finger. The white silk shirt – opened at the throat to display a muscular neck – molded to his muscles whenever he moved, and his matching gray slacks did the same to his sculptured legs.

Was he a model? She definitely pictured him on the cover of a romance novel, holding a scantily-clad woman in his arms as he gazed down at her, hungrily. However, Adrianna thought he looked more like an international playboy. She’d bet money he wore the finest designer clothes, too. She’d seen some of Val’s former boyfriends wear clothes like what he had on now, but they never looked as yummy.

He turned and his attention swung toward Adrianna. Quickly, she dropped her gaze before he caught her gawking. It was hard not to stare at someone whose very appearance tempted lonely women to stare at him and drool.

“Oh, no. Look who’s here,” Val grumbled.

Adrianna snapped her focus back to her sister. “Who?”
“Do you see that man over there? The one who looks as if he just walked off the cover of a fashion magazine?”

Adrianna’s face flamed. Had her sister noticed her gawking too? Cautiously, she peeked in his direction. Thankfully, he was looking away this time. “Uh, yes.”
“I know you don’t know who he is,” Val continued, “but he’s a big name in the modeling world. He’s a fashion designer.”

“What?” Adrianna blinked with wide eyes. “He’s gay?”
Val snorted a laugh. “No, he’s definitely not gay. And I suppose, he’s not really a designer, either. He’s actually the sponsor. Most models I know refer to him as a fashion mogul. He’s from Italy, and so is his sister, who is the actual designer. Gabriele Marcelli funded his sister, and her line became very popular. They’re one of the wealthiest families in Italy. I’d heard somewhere that he’s part of the royal family.”

Adrianna scratched her head as she studied the redhead. “That’s his sister? Why is she hanging on him like they’re lovers?”

“That’s not his sister. That woman is probably Gabriele’s latest discovery. You see, he’s the one who hires the models who work for his sister.”

Adrianna glanced down at Val. “Why didn’t he ever hire you?”