Novel & Cerita After Marrying A Dying Bigshot

She watched her own laughter, her own face tilted toward Dante as though she were the happiest bride in the world. Dante was there beside her, signing with ease, his hand steady as though the act meant nothing. To anyone else, it looked like joy. The images shifted. Photographs. Headlines. Billionaire Dante Moretti Marries Rose Blake. Who would have thought the Bachelor Dante Moretti would be so married so quickly? Italy’s Financial Prince. The words scrolled in bold type, each one hammering at her chest. Her lips parted, but no sound came. Her heart pounded so hard it hurt.

Just thinking about the way I died in my previous life, hunted down by debt collectors, sent a chill through my body. I quickly replied to Vivian: "I'm not that crazy. It's just a business marriage. I don't care if she's his first love or whatever. As long as John keeps the cooperation projects between our families moving and helps me make a fortune, I couldn't care less about the rest." To prove just how 'unbothered' I was, I even snapped a few photos of the handsome young men around me and sent them to her. Vivian nearly lost her mind after seeing the pictures. She praised me for finally being clear-headed and immediately declared she was coming over to join the fun.

“Noong kasal ka pa kay Gael! Noong meron pang sustento! Kung sana nilunok mo na lang ‘yung mga pag-aalipusta nila, edi sana may pera pa tayo ngayon! Eh ngayon? Anong meron ka? Drama?! Luha?! Mabubuhay ba tayo d’yan, ha?!” “May ipon pa po ako, Tita… konti lang, pero sapat—” “ANG BOBO! AMPOT@!” tuluyan na itong napamura. “Dapat isinantabi mo na muna ‘yang kadramahan mo! Wala kang silbi kung hindi ka marunong magtimpi! Anong gagamitin ko sa pagpapakasal ng pinsan mong si Camilo, ha? Sa dialysis ng tatay mo?! Eh kung mamatay na lang ‘yang tatay mo, eh ano? Wala rin naman tayong pambayad sa kabaong!”

In my past life, my sister and I got married on the same day. I married Ethan Vance, a conservative, old-school business tycoon. My fiery temper clashed with his family's rigid rules, and we fought constantly. My sister Seraphina married General Alexander Marshall, a cold and ruthless military man. She was gentle and timid, and while her husband was always away on duty, his adopted sister Sophia tormented her endlessly until she fell into depression and died. The first thing I did when I was reborn was swap husbands with my sister. Before the wedding, I made a deal with Alexander: "This is just a political marriage. We each get what we need. No feelings involved." But after we married,

“My grandfather has a terminal illness and doesn’t have long to live. His dying wish is to see his firstborn grandchild married before he dies. If I don’t, he will give his shares to my cousin Harry who is an absolute goon and will fuck up everything I’ve worked so hard to achieve at the company.” Shayla shakes her head. “Cole, have you lost your mind? You’re talking about lying to your family. To a dying man. Absolutely not.” “I can’t marry Hollie. She’s just not the type of girl I see myself settling down with. She’s not for me.” I explain, and she shrugs indifferently. “How is that any different to what we did? We don’t exactly get along either. Just marry her, get your shares then divorc

The high-pitched buzzing of the fluorescent tube overhead seemed to grow deafeningly loud. "He didn't marry her because he loved her," I whispered, my pale eyes shining with a psychotic, triumphant light. "He didn't marry her to save her father's legacy. He married her because her surname was the only structural lock keeping his own board from throwing him out onto the street!" Vivienne sat completely frozen, her heart hammering wildly against her ribs as the full, devastating reality of what I was telling her washed over her. It wasn't just a legal flaw. It was a nuclear warhead aimed directly at the heart of Leander and Wren's marriage.

She blushed. "Thank you, Mark," she murmured, and I nodded. My mind was racing, but I didn’t want things to turn awkward, so I spoke. "So, do you have anyone special in your life?" I asked, and she shook her head. "Married?" I tried again, and she shook her head once more. "My husband left me. Slept with an escort and then died. Turns out, the escort was a mafia spy, and they killed him… Well, I’m not sorry," she said bluntly, and I coughed, struggling to hold back a laugh.

He bowed his head. "Oh my God, she died too?" I gasped with my hands on my chest. He chuckled "You have to stop doing the sympathy thing with your eyes. She left with a nigga from the city, promising her a good life. At the end of the day, she's married now with 3 kids, living in an unhappy marriage. You know what thrills me more? She lost." He let's out a laugh and said "Okay now, back to work. Who wants to go first?" pulling off his polo from his head.

I pinched it on the side and it ridiculously stopped me. "Hahaha. I love tickling you, maybe it would be better if you just kiss me." I turned my back on him and covered myself with a blanket. "I don't know about you!" I promise. The next day, it was really what everyone was waiting for. The fancy wedding. The police escorted me to the church. When arriving at the church, those who attended our wedding did not dance together. You thought it was a celebrity getting married because of the crowd. Especially when I started walking towards the altar where Joseph was standing there.

and now you're hurting me? I took a step back, keeping a safe distance between us. We were both soaked up to this point, and the rain was only getting worse. "You know what, when I married you, I had a deep feeling that I could bring my old Richie back, but now I realize he died fourteen years ago and will never return. Money has completely killed him." I took a step backwards. "But don't worry, you can't call this embarrassment as your wife because I'm going to tell our fathers that I don't want to stay in this marriage because I'm suffocating in it."