After Marrying A Dying Bigshot Novels & Stories

Sophie sat with that for a long moment, fury and heartbreak and desperate relief all fighting for space in her chest. "I don't know how to feel," she admitted finally. "I'm so glad you're alive. And I'm so angry you let me grieve you for thirteen years." "I know," Grace whispered. "I don't expect you to forgive me quickly. I just needed you to finally know the truth." FIRST LIFE — TWO YEARS INTO THE MARRIAGE Sophie sat alone at a charity gala, watching Adrian across the room, deep in conversation with a striking woman in a red dress — Vivian Chase, heir to a rival shipping empire, someone Sophie had always felt strangely uneasy around.

"Calla Finley, your fiancé raped me. Are you going to do something about this or not?" Dad's expression changed instantly. I steadied myself. I did not need to guess who was making a scene at our door. It was Grayson Thatcher's beloved, Maeve Keller. That familiar voice instantly pulled me back into the tangled relationships of my past life. For the sake of repaying a debt and some careless promise I had made to Grayson as a child, I married him as planned after his family fell from grace. I became the perfect wife. I turned a deaf ear to his affairs and wild nights out. I managed both our home life and career, ensuring he lived in luxury and comfort.

“Is this your idea of a joke” “What”. I frowned. “No. I'm serious”. His gaze never left mine “Is this because Nate cheated on you….with your stepsister and got her pregnant?”. I blinked “Wait..how did you know?” “The news” Of course, the entire country probably knew by now “Ohh.. But he also took away my fashion house, which meant so much more” He studied me for a while “Why should I marry you?” There it was. Not are you insane or a no.

I'm not cut out for that kind of work. If I don't succeed with my plans, there will only be two outcomes for me. I'll either end up dead or marry a rich guy and become one of those snobby housewives who wear thick concealer to cover their bruises. The latter makes me shudder. Is it weird that I prefer being dead than being married to a rich dick?

It felt like a stage. "So," I whispered to the empty, sunlit air. "My husband isn't a mechanic." I tossed the heavy envelope onto the glass coffee table. It landed with a satisfying thud. "He's the missing CEO of Cross Industries. He's dodging a multi-billion dollar tech acquisition. And he's in deep trouble with his terrifying grandmother." A slow, wicked smile spread across my face. I had married a ghost. A phantom billionaire who was running from his own empire, just like I was running from mine.

Was I too bad for pushing through the marriage just so I could save my parent’s company and since I’ll die anyway, it won’t be a big deal? “I just want to help my parents!!” “By marrying me and then what? Have the benefits and then die?” I turned speechless when I heard those words from him. I didn’t expect him to say such insensitive words. [SLAPS] “I have cancer and I’ll die sooner or later. Do you think I chose this fate? *scoffs* Do you think dying is a simple thing? Do you think I LIKE TO DIE? NO!! I’M SCARED!! I DON’T WANT TO DIE ADRIAN! I STILL WANT TO BE HAPPY AND LIVE A LONG LIFE BUT I COULDN’T DO THAT!! I COULD MARRY YOU WHETHER OR NOT I’M SICK BECAUSE I ALREADY MADE UP MY MIND!”

"I don't think he's ever told any of the guys, because they seem to be under the impression he never married, but he told me his wife died when they'd only been married for a couple of months—some rare kidney disease. He knew it was terminal and that she only had a short time, but he still married her. She was his high school sweetheart and first love. He never remarried. Instead, he put all his energy into the gym. He said it was the only thing that kept him going." Bianca brought her hand to her chest. "Oh my God, that's so sad." She actually felt choked up and her eyes began to tear up. Gio smiled. "Don't cry. That was a long time ago. He's over it now. I promise." Bianca wiped a tear awa

"Hazel, I refuse to believe that you would truly fall in love with an old man with one foot already in the coffin." "Does your father know that you're talking shit about him behind his back?" Jason grinned and looked at me indignantly. "So what if he knows? That's the truth, anyway. He's just lucky that he survived such a huge crash." I cocked my head to the side, taking my time to give him a once-over. "Speaking about the accident, wanna guess how I managed to marry your father? "By right, millionaires like you guys would rather have multiple mistresses outside of the home than marry and bring home a wife who's obviously not from the same circle as your family. You guys would be worried sic

“Paranoid? S… someone is out there trying to kill me and you think I am being paranoid? I don’t even know who to trust or turn to. I am seeing you for the first time and you know every shit about me and as if that was not enough, you ask that I marry you!” Lorenzo compressed his lips, suppressing his emotion as he stared at the woman in front of him. She was crying profusely and the only thing he could do was watch her. Deep down, he knew proposing to marry her was an outrageous idea, but it was the best he could do. If she agreed to marry him, it would be a win-win situation for them. After his accident which led him to the wheelchair eight months ago, he had been staying with his family ag

They had kept their hopes alive and looked forward to seeing their son come alive again. He was on life support. It doesn't look like he was breathing and for the first time since she was told she would be getting married to Louis Hayden, she broke down in tears. This was the popular young billionaire in Oak city. His name was on every lips and his presence was accompanied with much prestige and recognition. Here he is on the sick bed. Or maybe she should stay on his dying bed. He can't help himself and at this point, it seemed no one could help him either.