Arranged Marriage With A Billionaire Novels & Stories

“Think about it. I know it’s a lot. I know it’s impossible. But… consider what’s at stake. I’ll leave you to your work now.” He walked toward the door, Two million dollars. A marriage she didn’t want. A man she didn’t trust. And a father who seemed desperate enough to make it happen anyway. Aria’s hand pressed against the cool glass of the hospital window, as though grounding herself. She had never faced anything like this before. Nothing in medical school, no patient, no case, had prepared her for being asked to marry a violent, unstable billionaire.Aria straightened, collected her papers, and walked back toward Damien’s room

I only stared at the blank page on my laptop screen. I don’t know why I am suddenly feeling this way. I knew she was not going to cut off the wedding. No, her family was not even capable. They needed our help and getting married to me was the deal they made with my family. I didn’t know arranged marriage things were still in existence till the previous year. Although my parents' marriage was arranged too, along the line, they fell in love with each other. Right before they even got married. After I got on the list of the top ten billionaires in the country, my parents suddenly thought it was time I started a family.

"I was crying on the steps. An older woman found me. Grandma Mabel, she gave me a very nice nickname, Lily. And she paid off the four million dollars in cash. But.... But she had a condition, I had to agree to a flash marriage." Audrey froze. Her heart skipped a beat. "Wait, a new nickname? And then you got married? How did it all happen so fast." "Yes," Alura said, rubbing her temples. "It was a contract marriage. I don't even know the man's real name. We registered everything through our lawyers. We have never met face to face. He just sends money to cover my expenses and rent. That is how I afford this place." Audrey’s mind raced. A secret millionaire-- scratch that, probably a billionair

i gave her a warm glance and she nods, tapping my shoulder lightly. I was ready to shed my sorrows. I’d sulked too long, crying over George, craving closure, feeling betrayed by my parents. Now I had a whole year to myself: just a wife on paper, with fake smiles for the paparazzi. I might as well start enjoying it. Marrying a billionaire was something most people considered lucky. But in my case, it felt like a prison sentence. My heart still bled, and hatred burned in every fiber of me for the man I once dearly loved. Still, this billionaire was my ladder to the top. George Miller better watch his back.

, I said sounding so confident when I knew in the back of my mind that at this point anything is possible. "You look too young to be married, how old are you both", he said as I knew it was true but love works in mysteriously different ways. "I'm 23 and he's 25, we had an arranged marriage and ended up falling in love and so we had another wedding, and here we are", I took a sip of water as they gasped. "You need to find out better late than never sweetie if he is, take his money and run", Henri advised me as Enzo strongly disagreed.

He said admiring the outside view of my balcony. "Ya it is". I uttered. "So Nisha you are a lecture right". He asked, crossing his arms against his chest showing his biceps. "Yes.. I am ". I replied stuttering. Nisha what happened to you. "Nisha relax. I am also nervous like you but please be comfortable ok". I nodded and smiled at him. "Um, can I ask you something ?". I asked after gaining some courage. "Ya of course". He replied. "Uh, why did you agree to an arranged marriage? I mean you are good looking, educated, rich, and have a reputed job. So you will get any girl right". I finally asked with some hesitation.

Her voice went high, confused, almost offended on my behalf. I shrugged, trying to breathe through the pressure building in my chest. “I don’t know. But the lawyer said that if I refuse to marry Caleb within seven days, he will get all his inheritance. If Caleb refuses, I get everything. We have to get married and have a boy child within a year of being married so that if anything happens to us, he can take over the businesses in the future." Jen stared at me, blinking repeatedly. “Emily, I am extremely confused. Do you mind telling me what happened, again? You're saying you are expected to marry a stranger and have a kid with him?" I nodded, burying my face in my hands, feeling overwhelmed.

I demanded. "He's the son of a wealthy woman, a nice old lady who has agreed to pay off all our debts in exchange for you marrying her son," Genevieve said, laying emphasis on 'pay off our debts'. "I'll find a way to clear off our debts," I said firmly. "There's no way I'll marry a stranger!" Genevieve scoffed. "And how do you intend to do that? But selling those shabby paintings of yours?" She mocked. "Listen here Ophelia, you got us into this mess. Your poor decisions and blind love for Hudson is the reason we're financially ruined."

lucky me. They ended up deciding on making a natural makeup and about an hour later they were done. My mom walked in with the four blondes who had an annoyed look on and they were glaring at me. Well actually found out that Bridget wanted Xavier to marry Brittany but Alberto's dad and my grandpa arranged a marriage for us. "Are you guys done with the makeup?"Mom asked and they nodded. "Then let's get you in your dress," she said and Elena and Alexa squealed like seriously?

“Aw, you poor baby. You’re famous and being used by the big bad corporations for their financial gain. Must be hard.” “I’m serious, Becca. I’ll pay for a state-of-the-art kitchen. I’ll take care of you.” She sat back and crossed her arms over her chest. “I don’t need you to take care of me.” “I know that. I just... I need help, and this is the only way I can get out of this bloody contract.” “How long?” “What?” “How long do we have to be married?” “A year, just to be safe.” Her brows shot into her hairline. “An entire year? Are you crazy?”