After Marrying A Dying Bigshot 소설 & 이야기

he added, stretching his phone towards me. I shot him a suspicious glance, disbelief written all over my face as I took the phone from him. My eyes widened as the video played, and slowly, the memories began to resurface. After leaving Derek's apartment, I had gone to a bar to drown my sorrows, and that’s when I met this strange man. No, he wasn't just some stranger. He was Marley Fernandez, the older brother of Diego Fernandez. "To put it simply," he began, taking the phone from me and slipping it back into his pocket. "You agreed to marry Diego in exchange for twenty billion dollars. We made a deal to ruin him completely," he added, pulling out a piece of paper.

“Since you don't wanna talk, you should die then. He said and walked towards me with the knife in his hand. The knife was up in the sky ready to slit my throat and in that moment, death played a dirty game on me. My life flashed brightly in front of me and I remember how my life changed six months ago. *Six months ago* “Papa, what are you….I'm getting married? You gotta be kidding Papa”. I said and shoved back what my Dad said while I continued to admire my cortexed nails. I had just returned from my studies in Germany hoping I'd come and take over my Dad's business. “Cora, he called me softly and grabbed my shoulder lightly. This marriage is to help our family. Things are dire at the moment

“Your mother is sick. The bills are overwhelming. You’ve exhausted every option. But you haven’t given up. That makes you... suitable.” My fingers curl against the armrests of my chair, digging in hard just to keep myself steady. Suitable. Like I’m being measured for parts. “This isn’t real,” I whisper, barely hearing myself over the pounding in my ears. “It’s very real,” Mrs Valentino says. Her voice doesn’t waver. “We’ll pay off all your mother’s medical expenses. In return, you will marry our son, Stephano.” Stephano. When I was researching them, I didn't even think to look into them having any children.

In the final instant of my fall, I grabbed onto her, and the two of us fell to our deaths together. Then we were both reborn. In this life, we each made choices completely different from before. She got what she wanted, encountering the Mafia Boss's heir on a street riddled with gunfire and becoming his wife. I changed my own fate as well. Marco looked terrifying, but to be honest, I would rather marry him than spend even one more second near Luca. Vivian thought Luca was a gentle, considerate, perfect gentleman. Unbeknownst to her, marrying him was the true beginning of her nightmare.

He replied, as he turned to face me. "Are you sure you want to do this? Marrying a dying lady". I asked. He smiled and said; "I would rather marry a woman I know is going to die when she likes to die than marry a woman supposedly living woman who will just woke up one day and surprise me and die off. I don't handle surprises." He said smiling. "This is not funny. Its not a joke". I replied. "Yeah, am even more serious than you, and that's why am not laughing.

He got married, married a little girl. She must be younger than our own daughter. That bastard! Not only did he disappear from the world and leave us here screwed, but he also married a woman about 40 years younger than him. And in the end, I won't even get a penny of what he left behind. He probably left everything to his wife. Even after death, he doesn't give us peace. Good for him, he took a lot of bullets. He thought he would get away with it. I browse through all the gossip websites, and I find a photo of him dead. I have to say, he looked pretty ugly. Closed casket for sure. He got what he deserved in the end. The bills are always paid, and his bill came due quickly.

This was supposed to be the happiest day of her life, the day she would marry the man of her dreams, but instead, she was marrying a man she barely knew. This was not the life her parents wanted for her, God she misses them. They were her everything; she had lost them in a tragic accident when she was 14. After their death, her Uncle Matt didn’t hesitate to move into their house taking charge and being in full control and now he has just a marriage to Alexander, a wealthy businessman who he owes a million dollars.

, Diego said with a shrug. She scoffed and took a sip of the wine in front of her. "You think I was stupid for marrying that old hag ? oh c'mon obviously it was for the money, his wife had died, he didn't have children and he was lonely he needed companion ", she took another sip."The good news is that he's dead", she finished with a smile. "Serious?", Diego asked shocked. She grinned. "And I am now $2,000,000 Rich", she added cockily smiling.

“But this one benefits both of us.” I didn’t touch it. I crossed my arms. “What now? You want me to sign away my right to breathe too loudly near you?” He chuckled again—twice in one night, and he shook his head. “Not quite. This one’s about survival. Yours and mine.” I raised a brow. “I'm listening.” “The shareholders don’t buy this marriage. Neither does the media. Which means my inheritance is still hanging by a thread.” He tapped the folder lightly. “Unless we convince them. Together.”

He wasn’t laughing. He was deadly serious. “What?” I said again, because maybe my hearing had failed. He’d sat down across from me. “I need a wife.” My brain had stopped working properly. “You… want to marry me.” “My grandmother is dying,” he continued. “She wants to see me married before she passes.” I just stared at him because my brain genuinely couldn’t catch up fast enough. “You… want to marry me.” “You fit the requirements.” Even now that word still makes me want to throw something at his head.