A Marriage Deal With Billionaire Stone Novels & Stories

If she had a problem with Molly calling him by his name, she would definitely have an issue with her daughter being involved with one of his men. Angelo just grimaced, scratching his neck as he looked at Stone's gaze. Martha placed three large plates on the table, which were immediately grabbed by Angelo and Jet, who were already hungry. Stone sat himself in the empty chair next to Angelo and grabbed the last plate on the table. While finishing his breakfast, Stone received a message that made his eyebrows furrow. "What's wrong?" Angelo, noticing Stone's change in expression, asked. "Sean canceled his deal about his wife and said that he is gonna pay all of his debt plus interest," Stone rep

“Look, it was just a momentary thing. I was angry and irritated and for a brief moment in my life, which will not repeat itself again, I acted irrationally. That's all.” He looked at me incredulously then asked. “It was just a momentary thing? You act so nonchalant as if you sent me a message indicating that you don't want pizza anymore instead of something as serious as not interested in the marriage contract.” “I apologize for any inconveniences caused.” I replied him begrudgingly. “You apologize for any inconveniences caused? I am not a business associate, Maria Belluci.” I tilted my chin and replied. “Technically, you are business associate, Sebastian Bolt. We signed a marriage contract.

I said, slower than I meant to, "people are going to see whatever story is easiest to tell. I can't control that. I can only tell you what's actually true, which is that I'm not defined by the worst week of my life, and neither is my marriage. "It wasn't the line I'd practiced. It was better, probably, because it was mine. The room shifted again, and I thought we might actually get through the rest cleanly, until a voice from the back — older, dry, clearly enjoying himself — cut through before the moderator could call the next question properly. "Mr. Stone, with respect — a lot of people are calling this marriage a PR arrangement dressed up after a scandal neither of you could afford. Is tha

We heard how the evil and wicked actions of his step-mother, Gemma Stone, had led the late Hank Stone to take his own life two years ago. As we know, Hank Stone was well known for his various marriages to social ‘nobodies’. Raising them up from their poor beginnings to the life of a billionaire. Every time, they used Hank Stone for his money, quickly discarding him soon after marriage. Ezra has never appeared to follow in his footsteps, seeming to prefer short relationships with only the most attractive women of the London elite social scene. However, as these pictures reveal, Mr Stone might well be picking up the bad habits of his father.

"Who is Bella Stone? Nothing was heard or known about her until two months ago but today she is one every major magazines you can think of as the fiancee of the city's biggest playboy and billionaire." "What are you insinuating Pat?" "You should ask yourself how she managed to become Arthur's woman?" She gave him a questioning look. "She is not an actress or a model, she is not even in the business world but she is the one Arthur is getting married to. "Is there something I'm missing?" "Of course, yes. Arthur and Bella made a deal. He will pay her sick brother medical bills while she would offer him her body." "How come you know so much?" Lawrence asked looking at her suspiciously.

A week since Killian Stone’s cold, clipped words left a sting she didn’t like admitting still lingered. Mia sat on the couch behind her, one leg tucked under the other, scrolling through her phone with a dramatic sigh every few seconds. She’d already heard the full play-by-play - twice, but Mia being Mia, she couldn’t let it go that easily. “Oh my God,” Mia said suddenly, passing on a post. “Of course, he’s trending again.” Aria didn’t look up. “Killian?” “Who else?” Mia turned the phone for Aria to see. “Stone Global just closed a joint deal with a telecoms company in Seoul. He’s in a suit. Smirking. Brooding. All that mysterious billionaire crap that the media eats up.”

“After I marry Moreira, you must legally sever all ties with me and never interfere in my life again!” Oliver fell silent for a moment, seemingly weighing her conditions. “Of course. As long as you don’t interfere in the business dealings between the Moreira and Kensington families. If I hear that you’ve tried to influence the Moreira family into canceling our partnership, we won’t hesitate to punish you!” “Didn’t you say that man is in a coma? How exactly am I supposed to influence him?” Tatiana sneered. She walked toward the table, picked up the marriage agreement, and signed it without hesitation.

i gave her a warm glance and she nods, tapping my shoulder lightly. I was ready to shed my sorrows. I’d sulked too long, crying over George, craving closure, feeling betrayed by my parents. Now I had a whole year to myself: just a wife on paper, with fake smiles for the paparazzi. I might as well start enjoying it. Marrying a billionaire was something most people considered lucky. But in my case, it felt like a prison sentence. My heart still bled, and hatred burned in every fiber of me for the man I once dearly loved. Still, this billionaire was my ladder to the top. George Miller better watch his back.

“You love speaking in proverbs, don’t you? Newsflash: he’s here for a freaking book signing, Alex. That’s it. That’s all there is to it.” Alex chuckled, but the sound was humourless, dark. He leaned closer, his voice dropping into something sharp enough to draw blood from me. “You honestly believe that? That somehow Bryan Stone, your ex-husband, just happened to land in the Maldives, in the same hotel, at the same time, with a signing that nobody’s heard of? Don’t be naïve, Chloe. I’ll bet every cent of my fortune that he came because he saw those pictures of us online. Did you see the look on her face when my hand was on you? He was jealous. That’s why he’s here.”

“No one who understands what this is. They all want more than I’m willing to give. I don’t need love or romance. I need someone practical, someone who knows how to keep up appearances without expecting anything beyond that. Chloe’s eyes narrowed fractionally. “And you think I could be that someone?” I nodded, my eyes steady. “You’ve worked for me for years. You know how I operate. You’ve never shown interest in my personal life, and I’ve never crossed that line with you. This would be a contract, Chloe. A business deal. Nothing more. You marry me for a year, and in exchange, I’ll provide you with financial security.” She stumbled, her eyes dipping into mine in a search for hidden motives. “F