Arranged Marriage With A Billionaire Novels & Stories

Nothing was okay. Charlotte’s eyes drifted shut again, and I stood there in the darkness, my mind racing. An arranged marriage. That’s what this had been from the start. Papa Niel Spears, the billionaire patriarch, had orchestrated everything. I remembered now — how suddenly Bruce had appeared in my life three months after my father’s company started failing. How quickly the proposal came. How my father had been so insistent I say yes, practically shoving me down the aisle. “This saves the company, Emma. This saves our family. Don’t mess this up.”

“But what if we can make it work, what if we can learn to love each other “. I said. She shook her head repeatedly and told me it was just a waste of time. Since the accident, it has always been Cara, though I can’t seem to remember my past life with Cara was so beautiful even though we agreed on an arranged marriage. She helped so much throughout my recovery process and she tried to assist in bringing back my memories but it got to a point where I just gave up about everything in the past because nothing seemed to be working. We’ve been married for two years now, hence the contract we agreed on but I just couldn’t find it in myself to let go of her since she was the only one I knew. Cara wa

I groaned. “Well, maybe he will come around,” Diane put in. “How did you guys meet anyway?” I looked up at her with beady eyes. My sister and best friend instantly got the message and joined me in bed. “Oh no.” “Don’t tell me.” I nodded, unable to speak. “Did mum really arrange a marriage with you and a billionaire just to get our family out of debt?” I could not stop the tears from pouting out. “What about your father?” “He is aware. He will be there for the wedding. Mother pushed his hand, he has no say either.”

And with that, he’s down the steps and out of sight. They find themselves sitting underneath a towering oak tree fifteen minutes later, sharing a single water bottle and bag of shrimp chips they’d found lying in Abel’s Audi. “Are you excited for the wedding?” Abel passes her the bottle. Ariana shrugs. “Isn’t everyone?” “We’ve already established how you’re not like everyone else, Ari.” Yeah, because not everyone gets paid to marry Williams Montenegro for one dreadful year and become a millionaire by the end of it. Majority of this doesn't have to be part of the scheme, though.

The city's distant buzz grew faint as Emily sat opposite Liam Westbrook in his glass-walled office, the air between them heavy with tension. She nervously toyed with the hem of her coat, her thoughts spinning from his shocking proposal. Marriage. To a billionaire. For money. It sounded like the kind of wild scheme you’d read in trashy romance novels, not something that happened to real people—least of all her. “I understand this may come as a shock,” Liam said, leaning back in his chair with an air of cool indifference, “but I’m not asking for your hand out of sentimentality. This is a business arrangement, plain and simple.”

"That's impossible! I can't...'' Then it hit me; he was planning on sabotaging the other arranged marriage his grandfather had coerced him into. Enzo tilted his head, looking at me with amusement. "What? Are you so eager to marry me that you can't even wait a couple of weeks? Should I shorten it to a week? We can do it tomorrow. Just one call, and it can be arranged, baby...'' I gave him a murderous look, but he only laughed in response. At that moment, all I wanted was to mar that perfect face of his. "You're insane, Lorenzo Carter! I can't believe I'm marrying a crazy billionaire bastard like you!"

“What? I need to make sure that I’m getting the money after a year and I also need to make sure that Nathan will be nothing but a loyal husband. I’m not going to be pictured as the wife who constantly gets cheated on, yet she chooses to stay with her husband.” “Fine,” Malory agrees. Being married to Nathan is something I would have never imagined in my entire life, but I guess this can be one of the new wonders of the world. We’ll probably end up setting the house on fire. “When should I get married to my beloved?” Nathan sarcastically asks, making me roll my eyes. As if I'm dying to marry his ass. He is the one who needs me, not the other way around. Yes, I'm benefiting from this arranged m

He’d left Evelyn before she could say more, before he broke down in front of her, before he said something he couldn’t take back. But the truth was…He wasn’t sure what to believe, not anymore. He ran a hand through his hair, fingers gripping tightly at the nape of his neck. Was there someone else? He hated that the question lived in his head, hated that it made sense. She had agreed to conceive naturally almost, she hadn’t hesitated much, hadn’t questioned why a stranger, a billionaire CEO, wanted that specific term. She had simply said yes. Why? His mind returned to the beginning, the contract, the first night, the awkward acceptance she gave.

Her grandfather had wanted her father to marry into the Spencer family, but somehow her father managed to elope and marry Jane, her mother. In order to get back at her father, he had to give all of his fortune to him on the condition that his only daughter, Cassandra, get married into the same Spencer family her father neglected, else all of her grandfather's fortune will be willed to his brother. Everyone was in shock after hearing the will but her father never wasted any moment before he started arrangements. That is what led to what is happening tonight. She is meeting with the stranger she will be getting married to in a week.

The pearl necklace I had worn again today suddenly felt suffocating. “Payments?” I whispered. “You’re saying our marriage was… arranged? Bought?” Richard’s expression remained cool, almost clinical. “Not bought. Facilitated. Your family received significant support—debt cleared, investments made. In return, Khalid gained a wife who would support his ambitions without demanding too much of the spotlight. At least, that was the plan. You were meant to be the perfect, understanding partner. Not a rising star pulling focus.” Nausea rose in my throat. Flashbacks hit hard: the whirlwind romance, Khalid’s intensity, how quickly everything had moved after that charity gala. The subtle pressure from