Arranged Marriage With A Billionaire Novels & Stories

So concerning Daniel and Kathie marriage I was think we should get them married by next weekend" I said. The two women nodded their head. " That is good" my wife said. " We will start the wedding preparations as soon as possible" Mrs Donald said. " It is not a loud or noisy wedding, you it is an arranged marriage it is not based on love or feelings for each other.. it is against their will.. we will only invite friends, families and business partner" Donald said. I nodded my head. " There is no problem on that" my wife said. " I also agree with you" Mrs Donald said.

Though he's just a year old, you could tell he's gonna be just like Jeremy. We fed them and off to school they went; with their nannies and private driver. We were now alone again but I was upset with him. This was not how I wanted things to be when all the wealth comes in. I know this marriage was based on billions of dollars and properties as well but I thought we now had peace and love. *Come on, let's take a bath together* Jeremy whispered behind me and soon, his hands gripped my hips. "I love you, Stella" He added and I grimaced.

I asked, my voice tinged with desperation. “It was his last wish,” he replied, pursing his lips. I couldn’t get more irritated. What psychopath wishes his nephew would get married to someone in his place? And what fool accept to get married to a stranger because it was his uncle's last wish? “Look, from what I have gathered up until now, we were both tricked into this marriage. I will write off your father’s debt and grant you a divorce because I don’t wish to live under the same roof as a lying and thieving person like you.”

“It doesn’t matter how long. It’s how you feel for each other when around. You are old enough to figure out the difference between just a fling or could lead to something more special. Do you still miss her?” I ignored him and drank half of the juice instead. “I take that as a yes.” “It doesn’t matter. She’s getting engaged in a few weeks. In a few months, she’s married to a billionaire’s son.” “You have money, too. Use your money, your connections, and your power. That’s what it’s all about arranged marriage.” “I can’t believe you’re saying that to me.” “Life is never fair, Gabe. Otherwise, there’s no hate, no war, no conflicts. You have all the advantages, and if you think she’s worth that

"Wait. You mean to tell me that you're married to the Aleksei Tarasov? Like, Aleksei freaking Tarasov?" I nodded grimly, my lips pressed into a flat line. "Oh, my God. He's fucking gorgeous, babe." She fanned herself. "And he's stupid rich. He was featured in Forbes' under thirty billionaires' list." I blanched at her. "Did you not understand a word I just wrote?" She grinned at me, flipping her brown hair over her shoulder. "You said it yourself. Arranged marriages aren't a new thing in your world. In your case, you got a hottie as a husband, not an old geezer over thirty years your senior. You should be happy."

"Stop fidgeting. You're marrying into the Blackwell family. Do you know what that means for us?" Of course, I knew, how could I not have? The Blackwells were untouchable, wealthy beyond my imagination, and my mother's closest friend, Margaret Blackwell, was the one who arranged this union. It was supposed to be a dream, marrying a billionaire, sealing a future of lavish comfort. But it wasn't a dream; it was an arrangement. "I know, Mom," I said in a low voice, barely above the hum of my heartbeat.

"But then I realised that you don't know who I am so you will never agree to marry me. My hope died. But you always surprised me. I was amazed when I got to know that you said yes." She nodded her head as she listened to his words. Yup! You got it right..I actually didn't want to marry you. And you were also right about me not knowing you. And to be honest, I didn't even want to get to know you. I mean you were a complete world apart from me. You were....no, you are the most handsome, richest and cool billionaire. You have everything and I? I was nothing, just a stupid college student with no extra accomplishments. It felt so awkward. Infact, I felt it was an insult to you to marry me. You s

he cut me off before I could finish. “The only choice you have right now,” he said, voice calm but firm, “is to marry me—since you didn’t come with the money to clear your family’s debts.” I swallowed hard, my throat dry. “It’s simple. Marry me for one year. That’s the deal. Want your mother out of jail? Want your father in a proper home instead of a cell? This is how.” My heart sank. “You can’t be serious,” I whispered. “I am.” He met my eyes, unflinching. “I’m not begging. I’m offering you a favor. You’re not who I wanted—just what’s left. I need a wife to save my empire, and you’re the only option.”

As we then take blessing from our elders and then proceeded for the reception party which was going to be held in one of the most expensive five star hotel. 'Why not, After all this is the biggest wedding reception of this countries Eligible BILLIONAIRE XAVIER KNIGHT ', My conscience mocked me. To be Continued................ A/P "Arranged marriage happens when two lovers or strangers believe they are meant for eternal companionship. It starts from the belief and the universe conspires in making that belief stronger every day from that moment." -unknown.

I’ll bring my cousins. I snorted despite myself. My heart was still a mess, but leave it to them to pull out the drama. K: No, I swear. Today was literally the first time I’ve spoken to him. Malik: You expect us to believe you got snatched up at the altar like some N*****x special and you didn’t know him before? Zendaya: Exactly. Why would the billionaire bachelor suddenly decide marriage was the move, today of all days? Denise: Hold up. Is this a marriage or like… a temporary hostage arrangement?