Arranged Marriage With A Billionaire Novels & Stories

“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?”

Beauty said and stood up to get the first aid. She bent to clean his woumds and his next words shocked her. “Marry me!" " Are you high? Why would I marry a stranger?" She snapped. " Then spend ninety days with me. In return I'll pay you a billion dollars. " He said and she gasped. " You're kidding right? “ She asked but his face was serious. " Why would you want to spend ninety days with me? “ " It would get my parents off my back. Besides you need the money too. “

He had a plain expression like he hadn’t just uttered the craziest words to her. He turned and without sparing anyone a single glance, walked straight out of the hall to disappear leaving so many confused people behind. Emily, topping the list. She had about a hundred things to say about but at that moment, all she could make up was the fact that she had set herself up. She was getting married to a lunatic. A billionaire who somehow managed to be a lunatic. —- Before Emily’s marriage in only a couple of weeks was announced, she had a life before. One she couldn’t just dismiss so easily.

I understand how he and Xavier are so close. “So you and Xavier. How did that happen?” he asks, genuinely interested. “Well, our parents agreed on an arranged marriage. We are both two powerful mafias and they wanted to unite us to make us even more powerful. The money would be better for the both of us too. I’m guessing Xavier didn’t tell you guys?” I say. “He doesn’t really share his private life with us. He’s a good friend though.” He says, keeping his eyes on the road.

“Bring in young journalists from countries under media crackdowns. Give them a place to work, train, write freely.” I blinked. “You’re serious?” He nodded. “I’ve never been more.” I sat back on the couch, watching him. “You know, I didn’t fall in love with the billionaire.” He grinned. “Good. Because he’s broke.” I laughed. “I fell in love with the rebel.” He crossed the room and knelt in front of me, his hands resting lightly on my thighs. “Then I guess I should tell you…” he said, voice low, “I’m never going back to who I was.”

"An a-arranged marriage? Wow, I-I didn't think you were serious about that..." I glance down at her while we walk. "You didn't?" "No, I thought that thing only happened in the movies..." "Nah, it's secretly common amongst the elite and rich people, and my parents are wealthy assholes. My dad is a billionaire. Anyway, my parents want to ensure a woman doesn't simply marry me for the money I'm inheriting, so they have found another wealthy person to be my wife." "I see..." Silence. "And I take it you don't want to marry her?"

My experience still remains a mystery and a pain in my heart. But this wedding was unavoidable. There was nothing that I could do to stop my marriage with Sterling. Moreover, he seems to be very interested in this arranged marriage. The fact that we don't know each other from Adam before now and that we don't have any kind of feelings for each other doesn't seem to bother him. He just wants the wedding done and over with. But I am scared. I am scared of what would become of my life when I marry a billionaire whom I don't love.

He asked, and I nodded. "Apparently, her father married a second wife after Aunt Claire had died. It turned out that her stepmother had masterminded Mila's arranged marriage to an American billionaire; MacCarter Spencer." "Arranged marriages are quite normal for the elite. It's a way of strengthening the power and wealth of the two families involved. The Russo family isn't a stranger to arranged marriages, so it's really not so bad."

‘’What do you mean your husband did NOT attend his own wedding’’ Kelly crossed her arms and leveled me with a disapproving look ‘’This is some new level of disrespect, darling your parents really got you an arranged marriage and to some proud, spoilt rich billionaire and in the span of such a short time’’ ‘’they did exactly that but you know what I am not going to worry about a man who doesn’t think I’m worth it, I’m just going to live my life and continue with my plans and besides I wasn’t planning in the whole spending my life with a random person but this is a plus I guess’’ Amaya said ‘’ oh really? A Plus, I would have gone for a more romantic outlook but okay, I was hoping it’d be like

Damian Blackwood waited at the altar like he was attending a funeral instead of his own wedding. Tall, still, unreadable. Black suit. Dark eyes. A mouth that looked as if it had forgotten how to be kind. For a second, Elena’s steps faltered. Her fingers tightened around the bouquet. Somewhere behind her, the wedding planner made a sharp little sound, probably terrified the bride was about to ruin the most photographed marriage deal of the year. Marriage deal. That was all it was. One year. One signature. One ruthless billionaire paying off her family’s debts in exchange for a wife he could parade in front of the board, the press, and his dying grandfather.