Arranged Marriage With A Billionaire の小説・ストーリー

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.”

We got losses in our business but my salary was sufficient for our household. My parents always used to tell me "money is not everything in the world, relationships and love are important". But today the same parents married me to a person who is the father of a daughter just for money. Why did they do this to me? Why did they sell me off? What i didn't do for them? I didn't oppose them once in my life. I even left my job for them and agreed to marry an unknown person. It hurts. I never wanted to marry a rich guy. All I want is to have a partner who loves me genuinely, Only Me.

I replied, annoyed. “ Actually doctor, My friend is hardcore romance reader and it's nothing new for her to dream about getting kidnapped or abducted by some Mafia or Billionaire who's obsessed with her. She must have thought it's one of the stories that's stuck in her head. But now I can bet, she won't be disappointed hearing that it's not just a story. But she actually is married to a hunk billionare who is a maniac actually.” She clapped her hands in excitement. “ Thanks for the compliments, Cally.” I pressed my lips into a thing line at the adjectives she used to describe me.

“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