A Marriage Deal With Billionaire Stone Novels & Stories

His wife and a handful of coworkers stood in the foyer, smiling like fools. “CONGRATULATIONS, DARLING!” Kimberly beamed with a high voice. He dropped his briefcase onto the floor with a heavy thud. “I told you I didn’t want any parties,” he muttered. Kimberly pouted, still holding a sparkly party popper in her hand. “But this was worth celebrating! Not many people get the chance to work with Mr. Stone—a literal billionaire. Everyone is going to be so jealous when I post about it.” She giggled, but the sound faltered as her eyes settled on him. He looked awful; his hair was a mess, his shirt was wrinkled, and his expression had a strange hollowness. Kimberly’s brows knit in concern.

We weren't even truly married; it was just a contract for Christ's sake How busy was he that he couldn't even answer his phone? He wasn't planning a World Cup, right? After all, it was just a fake wedding to get revenge on my ex-fiance. I nervously rubbed my palm as I looked at the cars and power bikes that passed us. We were approaching a huge estate. I wondered if his apartment was bigger than mine. But I spoke too soon because my jaw dropped to the floor as my eyes scanned the villa we just got into. I leaned forward as we drove into the huge Mansion.

He gave a slow, deliberate nod, finally satisfied that she was truly unharmed. Around them, the entire venue was buzzing with whispers, and one name was on everyone’s lips. "That's Thirdie Stone..." "The Stone Group CEO..." "The richest man in the city..." "So that's his wife?" "His wife is back!" Raol felt cold sweat form on his back.

She added, convincingly. “And what is it you want, Miss Stone?” He questioned, genuinely curious. She shifted in her seat. “I can’t tell you right now, but I promise it’s not something that’s going to hurt you.” He nodded, a ghost of a smile on his lips. “A business transaction. I’m impressed, Miss Stone. I was expecting a lot of things, but certainly not a marriage proposal.” She shrugged. “Everyone is full of surprises. And since this won’t be a real marriage, we can get divorced in six months.”

Dante looked surprised at the mention of her name “How did you – you know what it doesn’t matter. I’m divorcing you, the love of my life is back in town and I’m not letting her slip from my hands again” “At the expense of our marriage? Our marriage was an alliance deal” I tried to emphasize but it looked like this was a decision he wasn’t going to revisit “I’m sure the De Luca clan has grown more forces and can take care of themselves, I don’t think they’ll be needing an alliance deal and I’m ready to pay the cost” which was true because my father’s mafia dealings had grown stronger ever since I got married to Dante, that was the whole point of the marriage, “Don’t do this” I tried to plead.

there's no way I'd let Michael and Freya enjoy them; no way! Freya's POV [Billionaire Michael Smith set to marry promised bride from decades ago] I kept reading the headline news, and this happened to be the fifth time. I told myself I was going to be strong; I wouldn't break down. I couldn't believe that amidst everything that's happening, he's getting married. He even appeared on TV while awaiting trial; how could he be so cruel?

She finished with a wink, as if telling me to rethink, accept her mockery and sarcasm as an eye-opener, and take back my vomits. They are wealthy, huh? And he is the epitome of beauty in men, right? They depict him as a Greek god. Perfecto! If this was not about my family, I would be tempted to ask for just one minute with this Stone guy to collaborate on all these for myself. I would have loved to ascertain this beauty with my own eyes and perhaps ask the guy directly, face-to-face, why a person like him would agree to such nonsense as a marriage. Is he sick or something? I mean, with all that he has, with all that they have painted him, why would a guy like him agree to marry a bad omen li

What if I showed you how to eliminate all of your financial troubles in a single stroke? My grip tightened on the phone. “What are you talking about?” “A contract,” he said. One that carries with it full payment of your mother's medical debt, plus bonuses. The only catch is that it involves more than therapy.” I frowned, suspicion rising. “What’s the catch?” Something was up. “You’d have to marry Ethan.” The words hit me like a freight train. For a moment, I was sure I’d misheard. “I’m sorry, what?” Then I threw my head back and laughed. This was a joke.

"Can you be bought? If yes, then yeah I'm trying to buy you." "You-" Further words failed her, her eyes shining with tears. "Ah, don't cry now, sweetheart. This is a good deal. You marry me, sign a contract, stay in the marriage for six months and then you'll be free. As free as a bird. And as your pay, I will pay for the entire treatment of your grandma." The words hung in the air, silence slicing through the painful void his words had left in her heart. Her grandma would be fine, but for that she would have to sell herself to him? Was she so pathetic?

And I don't have time to fucking search for them for I have too much on my plate! And now, the only thing to have one million dollars is to make Uno Saldivar refuse the marriage deal we did years ago! I shot my brow up and dropped my eyes at the folder, and to Uno's confused, hard expression. His Adam's apple moved, a sign that he swallowed. "Our million dollar marriage deal? Are you nuts?" He smirked and bore his eyes at the papers. "When did we have that kind of deal, Evans?" He chuckled and crossed his arms as he leaned at the backrest of his swivel chair.