After Marrying A Dying Bigshot Novels & Stories

We were all drunk and wasted that we had to stay in until we were sober enough to get out. Mom looked at me with her worried eyes. She’s not dense. I know she knew that I was out to drink because of the merger. “I’m sorry, Eunice,” she said in a soft voice as she caressed my hair. I took a deep breath. “Why do I have to get married, Mom? Do we badly need their company?” Bitterness dripped inside my throat as I spat those words. I’m sure we’re not leaning to bankruptcy. I’m sure our business is going well. So I don’t understand why we need to venture into a different business field when we’re doing fine on our own.

I stare at the lovely city of Manchester as I weigh my options. It’s either bankruptcy and death or marriage and coronation. I guess the latter isn’t much of a bad idea, only it is. Whatever the case, my father’s murders must pay. I have a secret after all, I can hardly die.

They wanted grandkids more than anything. Audrey’s dad also came around in the end. After the accident, he realized how crazy Anthony Cavanaugh was. He’d rather have Audrey never marry anyone and be happy than marrying a psychopath like him. Audrey did get married at the end though. She married both Killian and Caspian, not legally, just ceremoniously. They didn’t need a piece of paper to tell them who they are. They weren’t going to follow what the world says they need to be. They just did whatever they want to. Why? Because they could.

“Mr. Pierce is your best choice for a match. It’s your own fault for having such a wretched fate. You shouldn’t try to compete for something that doesn’t belong to you.” Everyone was waiting for North’s response. Surely, she would be ripped to pieces if she said no. North smiled carelessly. “Are you sure that you want me to marry Mr. Pierce?” Henry was impatient. “We’ve already sent out the invitations. You have no choice but to marry—” “However.” North tilted her head to the side and interrupted him. What she said next stunned everyone present. “I’m married. “I got married the same day my engagement with Eiger South was called off. I thought you knew about this, Ms. Lane.

His grandfather cut his steak before speaking, “This marriage happened too sudden.” “We didn’t have a choice after the scandal,” Vivian replied… scandal. The word made my chest ache. My father cleared his throat awkwardly but avoided looking at me. I felt alone surrounded by people, then Ethan’s aunt leaned back in her chair and smiled at me, “So Natalie… tell us something… how does it feel marrying the man your sister loves?” The room went silent. Pain twisted in my stomach, I lowered my eyes before answering, “I didn’t steal Ethan from Layla.”

As if he wasn’t asking me to sell myself. ‎I lifted my eyes slowly, forcing my trembling hands to stay still. The man sitting across from me was everything people whispered about in magazines and boardrooms—handsome, powerful, untouchable. Ethan Blackwood. Billionaire CEO. The man who had ruined my family without losing a second of sleep. ‎ ‎“You want me to marry you?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. ‎ ‎His dark eyes flickered, sharp and cold, like he was already bored of this conversation. “For one year.”

Chelsea scoffed and slammed her high heel down on my hand. The sound of bones breaking echoed in the air. While I howled in agony, she just said contemptuously, "You honestly think you've got what it takes to be the wife of the richest man in the world? A pathetic pauper like you only deserves to be trampled under my feet." The pain of my finger bones breaking made my whole body tremble. I glared at her with nothing but hatred. "I have Jeremiah's number in my phone. Call him, and you'll know if it's true!"

How did everything fall apart so quickly? For the past three weeks, I have been noticing strange symptoms… symptoms that I couldn’t ignore any longer, no matter how hard I tried… and my husband, Drake Blackwood, didn’t care enough to notice even if I drew my last breath in front of him. I could still hear his voice from that morning, laced with that familiar irritation, sharp and impatient. “Isabella, just take your pills, please. I can't afford any complications.” “What complications, Drake?” “Nothing.”

“My friends, all from noble families, already have grandchildren with pure bloodlines. It is very beneficial. Their family names grow stronger.” Sarah swallowed her breath. “I just do not understand,” Madam Vexler’s voice came again, this time with a disappointed sigh. “Why is your wife different? She should have been a noble daughter with a clear career. The noble daughters I know are all CEOs, they own companies, they are successful. But your wife?” There was a brief pause, then the sentence was delivered without hesitation. “Your wife is only a housewife.” There was no anger in the voice. That was what hurt the most. The words were spoken as fact, as a final judgment, as if Sarah’s life w

Farida squealed. "And there will come a day that it'll kill me," I answered, dropping her. "What do you mean, kill you?" But instead, she would be the one dying, not after selling you to that disgusting old man... Farida palmed her mouth, her eyes widening. "I'm sorry, it just slipped out of my mouth." "It's okay; you're right, after all. I married an old man who died immediately after marrying me; such bad luck," I joked out.