Arranged Marriage With A Billionaire Novels & Stories

"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!"

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

"It's...complicated, Tiffany. Let's just say I'm in a situation, and I'm unsure about the other person's feelings." Tiffany's expression turned curious, and she gave her a 'I won't give up till you tell me' look. "Okay, fine," Camille whispered. "I'm in a contract marriage. It's not a real marriage, just a mutually beneficial arrangement." Tiffany's eyes widened. "Whoa, that's unexpected! Who's the lucky guy?" Camille's cheeks flushed. " We met coincidentally, and...it's complicated." Tiffany leaned in closer. "Complicated how? Is he gorgeous? Rich? What's the deal?"

If someone had told me my mother had been the one following me since highschool I wouldn't have believed. It's hard to accept her death but at the same time I know that none of this was under our control. She chose to be a traitor and it's so unfortunate that she had to pay with her life. I banished the sad thoughts as my eyes went to my husband who was talking to a three week old stomach like he could already see the baby. And I just knew right there that I have one thing to thank my mother for. For a Forced Marriage To The Billionaire.

Becky's pov… I stormed into my room breathing out heavily. As soon as I got it, I locked the door immediately and sat in front of it. What just happened? Like, I can't just wrap my head around Tyler being a billionaire? It's just so shocking and I never imagined something like this, not even in my wildest dreams. So all these while, I was married to a billionaire and just a mere gardener? Now I understand the reason why my late father insisted that I marry him.

Out loud she said,” So what about Peter Ramsey’s sister? “Big scandal!” her aunt answered with relish. “Charlotte Ramsey was about to marry one guy and just before the wedding he refused to sign the prenuptial agreement her father had drawn up. She turned around on the spot and married the British billionaire, Damien Winter, instead. Her former fiancé proceeded to sue for ownership of the apartment they’d shared—hers, of course—in a de facto relationship. He got it, too. Didn’t go to court. She signed off on it. The point is…” “He was in it for a slice of the Ramsey billions.”

Lucky shrieked as she slapped Cherokee's arm. "I signed a contract, a marriage contract with Beck, he's giving me money, and other things, when the contract is over he will give me twenty thousand," Cherokee stated as she started pacing around the small room they both shared. "A marriage contract?!" Lucky bellowed as she got up from the bed and walked over to Cherokee gripping her arms. "So this, isn't even real? Your relationship?" "Perhaps I can make it real," Cherokee wished as she made her way to her dresser to get the last of her clothing into her suitcase.

"I'm getting you new set of clothes. Seeing your sense of fashion today, and I can't particularly say I was impressed. It's Asher btw." Realization dawned on me, followed by a jab at my heart and an eye roll. I could barely afford my bills, how the hell was I supposed to get clothes that suited his taste? Arriving at my apartment, I noticed that the lights were on. Right. I had to tell Diane. I just signed a marriage contract today which practically means I'm now a married woman. I mentally flinched at that reality. It hadn't set it yet. The reality that I was now married to the grandson of Howard Companies, a multi billionaire.

He was the one who talked me into being there and told me that it would be a nice way to spend our weekend, and this was what I got at the end of the day. He didn't even run after me. It tore me to pieces. I didn't think this was how things were going to end. One of the reasons I made sure to establish myself with the amount of reputation and wealth I had was because no man would have the audacity to look down on me. My husband was equally successful, we were a famous couple that the entire world knew, loved, and talked about. That kind of celebrity couple that everyone loved and admired, having that the both of them, man and woman, were an icon of status and wealth, on their own.

"We don't want this, your Father and I were not looking at this. That's why we've been trying to raise enough money to pay off, paying with what we currently have spelled doom for your Father's business. It would collapse and why that is not more important than your happiness, we have-" "So, I am now the solution? Mom, I do not want to get married to a stranger, not to anyone. You know how Richard's betrayal affected me, you know I still haven't healed from that, and now this?" "I know darling, I know. But please just do this, for us, please." Blair looked away from her mother. "Blair please." "I don't want to get married," she cried.