Arranged Marriage With A Billionaire Novels & Stories

“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.

"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.

“He was in it for a slice of the Ramsey billions.” Sarah tapped the desk with her finger to emphasize the train of reasoning in her mind. “He was going to rip her off.” “And she didn’t have that problem with Damien Winter,” Erin concluded. “Which is rather sad when you think about it, finding out you’re only being married for your money. I wonder if Charlotte Ramsey is happy with her British billionaire.” “Erin, you might write happy endings for your stories, but there’s no way you can guarantee them in true life,” her aunt said dryly.

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.

Diana Elizabeth Pembroke. “Oh my God,” Maya breathed. “You did it.” “I did it.” I set down the pen, my hand shaking. “I just agreed to marry a stranger.” “A hot stranger who’s paying you two million dollars.” “That doesn’t make this less insane.” “No. But it makes it profitable insanity.” Maya hugged me. “Okay. What happens now?” I pulled out my phone. Found Xander’s number from the business card he’d given me at The Vault, the one I’d kept despite telling myself I wouldn’t.