Novel & Cerita Arranged Marriage With A Billionaire

“There are a few things, sir. Your grandfather strictly told us that you and your wife must share the main bedroom.” I know his grandad wanted us to be close. But damn, this is too much. I wasn't even comfortable looking at James, let alone sleeping in the same bed with him. James immediately shook his head. “No. I need a separate room.” “I'm afraid you don't have an option,” Martha responded. She didn’t argue with him. Instead, she picked up one of the smaller bags and pointed toward the stairs. “Your room is upstairs. I’ll show you.”

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.

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 were currently in Kuala Lumpur after attending his cousin’s wedding. “Dev, we’ve already talked about this.” His mother said calmly. “Arranged marriage? Oh, come on! Are we still in the fifteenth century?” He couldn’t conceal his great frustration. At the moment, they were having dinner. His parents would go back to the United Kingdom the next day since they would attend an important business convention. His father, Akhil Chaudhary, happened to be one of the richest Nepali in the world. He was the first businessman from his country to enter the Forbes billionaire list.

“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

It marked another instance where he prioritized himself over me. At the age of twenty-two, I found myself in a coveted position that many women would envy – married to Adrien Vasanten, the CEO of Gold Myne Corporation, but we had not yet welcomed a child into our lives. However, my reality differed greatly from the envisioned marital bliss I'd wanted for myself.