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

“I know how it sounds, baby. I do. And if there was any other way, believe me, I’d take it. But this… this is our last shot.” I looked away, biting hard on the inside of my cheek to keep the tears from falling. My thoughts were spinning. One heartbreak wasn’t enough and now I am being sold to another man that I know nothing about. “And who is he? This man, that wants to marry me.” I asked. “He’s a billionaire,” my dad said carefully. “He’s powerful and well-connected. He promised full financial backing. He said he’d save the business, wipe out all our debts and not just that.. he wants to grow and expand it and then us global.” I’m

I shrugged, “ I never knew he had done so much, he gave me a tip but they own this estate, what do you think is the possibility of me ever meeting him? I don't even know what to think or believe right now.” “ That has to be the reason why his mannerism is perfect, he is the most eligible single billionaire in Switzerland, and he is single. Everyone has tried to throw himself at him, but it just doesn't work.”Genevieve recounted. “ Well, it seems he has a type.” I couldn't help but blurt it out because what was I to say at the moment. “ Pregnant women obviously because I am pregnant.” “ That has me shocked, I don't even know what to say, are you sure no one has gotten the clip about this? The

His voice rose with frustration as he confronted her. Cassie's confusion deepened as she questioned, "My husband?" "Yes, I'm your husband, Cassie!" Anderson replied, his voice tinged with urgency. Tears welled up in Cassie's eyes as she poured out her heart. "You were the one that said this is all pretend and we should get a divorce in a few months," she explained, her voice quivering with emotion. "What choice do I have? I got rejected from BME because the interviewer hated me for no reason. I married a stranger because my mom is in the hospital and there's no money to pay her hospital bills. I'm drowning in debt trying to pay them. I don't know what to do, Anderson. I'm trying my best." he

They are drowning in colossal debts. “Mom, I can’t marry a stranger. I’m in love with someone else, and I just got engaged.” She showed her mother the engagement ring in her hand. Lucia breathed out sharply. “If your boyfriend is a billionaire that can help us with our debts, go marry him. If not, forget about him. He’s useless.” “Mom!” She suddenly stood up, and her palm hit the wooden table.

“But I can do it. How about I give you three options tomorrow? You pick your favorite, and I’ll do the rest.” “That sounds perfect,” Emma agreed. “Okay. I’m going to go work on the proposals for you.” Becca rose from the table. “You’re sure this is what you want to do?” “One of the perks of marrying a billionaire is that you can pay people to do just about everything,” Emma told her. “So, I’m going to pay you to do just about everything.” “You won’t regret it,” Becca promised. “This wedding will be a dream wedding. People will talk about it for years. It’ll be perfect.”

Paris lowered her head recollecting everyone who used to bully her at a younger age because she was the only one with bright red hair and a face filled with freckles. "You've found out why you've thought of yourself ugly now right?" Archer inquired Paris seeing the sad expression on her face Paris slowly nodded. "I will marry you," Paris heard Archer. Her eyes went to him quickly. "However, I will tell you the true reason why I'm marrying you since you were truthful to me, and I want you to know the type of arranged marriage you're in for.” Paris nodded curiously to know what he was about to tell her. "I don't believe in love not after what my mom did to my dad," Archer told Paris.

"Can you be bought? If yes, then yeah I'm trying to buy you." "You-" Further words failed her, her eyes shining with tears. "Ah, don't cry now, sweetheart. This is a good deal. You marry me, sign a contract, stay in the marriage for six months and then you'll be free. As free as a bird. And as your pay, I will pay for the entire treatment of your grandma." The words hung in the air, silence slicing through the painful void his words had left in her heart. Her grandma would be fine, but for that she would have to sell herself to him? Was she so pathetic?

However, it's strange, how often I used to go there, but I never once saw Arnav. Now, he earns lakhs per week, and he’s decided to marry a girl he’s never met before. I’m just a postgraduate in literature. I don’t even have a job. And he is earning lakhs. The man had only seen my photograph, the one which is usually sent to families of prospective matches for the initial arrangement of a marriage. I realize, that’s the traditional way, but I didn’t expect him to be so conservative, he’s a modern-day businessman. I think people have changed now-a-days, the bride and the groom tend to meet each other at least once before getting married. I, being the bride, couldn’t have demanded to meet him t