A Marriage Deal With Billionaire Stone นิยาย & เรื่องราว

She held my left hand in hers and lifted it up. She gasped. "That is such a big stone." She said, mesmerized by my wedding ring. "How many carats is this?." I shrugged my shoulders. "I don't know and I don't care. It's not even important." "Judging from the expression on you face I take it as your conversation with Zach didn't go well." I shook my head and opened my locker again. "Nope. He broke up with me." "Oh, wow that's terrible."

I was sick and tired of everything—this wheelchair, this house— I was tired of it all. Taking in deep breaths, I wheeled towards the guest room where my new 'wife' was currently staying. I knew she was probably ecstatic to learn that she would be marrying the billionaire's crippled son. Just like the last two, her next plan would probably be to kill me and take over my property. A man who couldn't even get an erection was as good as useless to them whether or not it was Alexander Forger. They were all here for the money, and I knew this one was no different.

I needed her to tell me I was right, at least. “Girl truth be told. Edward is a billionaire, he can do anything to get what he wants. You can't stop him because you're nobody. No offense” She added. “None taken” “Don't start being unsupportive in the first months of marriage, you might end up getting a divorce.” That's what I wanted, to divorce him. I couldn't wait for these months to pass by quickly. “So you're telling me to take his offer and convince everyone else to because he might throw them out in the streets?”

I was left with no choice, if only I hadn't been kidnapped, I wouldn't be here in the first place but rather, home, reeling in my step mother's torments. Where I had rather been than here. With these maniacs. "You may kiss the bride." That was the part I looked towards the priest, wishing he'd one way or the other denounce the statement but it never came. After all, it was Nikolai Romano— New York's youngest billionaire, they must do what he wants. Moreover, kissing a stinking rich like him was a chance to come in a lifetime, but that doesn't dispute the fact he's an asshole.

Angelo raised an eyebrow full of questions. "I just want to give May's former father-in-law some gifts," Stone replied casually. "Gifts?” Angelo asked with a curious look on his face. “Wait… You're not going to kill them?" "What can I say, May doesn't want me to." Angelo laughed at Stone's response. "Happy wife, happy life," he commented with a grin towards Stone. "Am I right?" Stone chuckled along, pulling a cigarette out of his pocket and lighting it. "Marriage is about compromise, Ange," Stone said as he exhaled smoke. "You want your wife to respect you, you need to respect them. It's that simple."

“I want you. And I know you want me too.” “Y-you’re insane,” I stuttered, backing up. “Maybe.” He straightened, smug as ever. “But I’m your only way out. My uncle is Andrew Stone. I pay the debt, I take over, and you marry me. Or your company dies.” My head spun. Rage. Panic. Desire I didn’t want. “Give me time,” I muttered. His brows rose. “Time?” “I need to think about it.” For a moment, surprise flickered across his face. Then he grinned. “One day.”

“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

“You can't force me to do this, Dad.” He finally turned his head to look at me, his eyes dark with a heavy, inescapable weight. “You promised me to do anything I ask of you in the future, Nadia. I am only asking you to give Mr. Stone a chance.” He reached out, his hand hovering over mine without touching it. “He is lonely, and he really needs a new wife. This arrangement will be more favorable to you than being his son’s wife.” I opened the car door and stepped out onto the gravel driveway, my legs shaking as I walked up the grand stone steps. Inside, the massive foyer felt colder than the night air. Leonardo Stone sat in a leather armchair by a roaring fireplace, looking every bit the billi