Novel & Cerita Arranged Marriage With A Billionaire

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.

Wearing the most expensive wedding gown, I walk to the aisle and show my bitter sweet smile in front of many people and to my husband to be. The idea of arrange marriage is cool yet traumatizing. Imagine to marry someone you don't know and you don't love. Imagine saying ' I do and I love you' in from of God but you don't really love the person who will spend the rest of your life. It was forced. No one wants it at all. I would given a chance that time, I wish wouldn't marry a man like him. All I want was a simple and peaceful life but I was married to a hot billionaire. My life changed in just one snap.

BILLIONAIRE'S EX-WIFE HAS A SON (BOOK 2 OF ARRANGED MARRIAGE WITH MY EX-BOYFRIEND'S BROTHER) SYNOPSIS Years ago, the naked picture of a fashion model spread on the internet, tarnishing her image. She lost many contracts and was on the verge of losing her company—but her father hurried to her aid by arranging a marriage for her with one of the multi–trillionaires in the country, the son of his old friend.

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.”

"No, but he's right. Think about it. How would Jake, with all his fame and his money ever find the right woman for himself. Like, how will he know whether she really loves him or she's out for his moola?" The VIP section got quiet for a while. "Damn, that's deep," said Tyler, thinking. "He'll have to leave the country to find someone who will absolutely not know him." "Something like online dating?" Asked Luios. "No fool," said Luke, "how can you expect a Billionare to be doing online dating. Something like, arranged marriage. Yeah, that's it." "Arranged marriage? That's so ancient times," Mike complained.

“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.”

Marrying a billionaire is a way to discover the arrogance that deals with wealth TBC.

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.”