Arranged Marriage With The Proud Billionaire Novels & Stories

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.

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.

She had never wanted to marry Andrea because she had to go to school, achieve her goals, and get whatever she wanted through her own hard work. Brenda was partially right: most girls wished to be in her shoes. Being the wife of a handsome, wealthy billionaire who has a strong influence over everything he does. But what made her hate him was how he agreed to trade her for money from her father and how he robbed her of her innocence. And now her new maid and friend had raised the question: would she tell her? Was she a trustworthy person? "Well, Brenda, I was made to marry him against my will, and I hate it and want to run away from it at the same time." Amira responded indirectly, but Brenda

His idea was a ridiculous one, something I was supposed to say no to and walk out, however I was standing before him fighting with my inner self on what to do. After a bad first encounter. I cooled down thanks to Charlie, who explained to me the situation. Apparently, the man I nearly fought with was the billionaire who wanted me as a wife. According to our encounter at the bar, his personality wasn't so pleasing. He looked like an arrogant man, a spoiled rich bachelor who thought marriage was just a game. Although I didn't intend to get married and settle down myself, I respected the bond of marriage a husband and wife formed because it was sacred. Either be it a love marriage or a forced m

i gave her a warm glance and she nods, tapping my shoulder lightly. I was ready to shed my sorrows. I’d sulked too long, crying over George, craving closure, feeling betrayed by my parents. Now I had a whole year to myself: just a wife on paper, with fake smiles for the paparazzi. I might as well start enjoying it. Marrying a billionaire was something most people considered lucky. But in my case, it felt like a prison sentence. My heart still bled, and hatred burned in every fiber of me for the man I once dearly loved. Still, this billionaire was my ladder to the top. George Miller better watch his back.

He inveighed bitterly to her. "Everyone would be so disappointed and it would be in the news that, Robin DeMarco got jilted by his wife to be, two weeks before their wedding. That'll do ruin my reputation and it'll affect my business." "So now, you are proposing me to act like your fiancé and get married to you?" Astrid asked him, when it became obvious he Was done with his story. "It'll be a contract marriage and I'll pay you handsomely for it." He assured her,

He was known for his brutal ways and was feared among many. When father had announced it that very day, I remember the quiet gasp that escaped my lips. I didn’t believe it, we were not generational wealth type of rich but we weren’t poor by any means. Hence my shock when it was announced that Emily would be having an arranged marriage. We simply had no need for so I kept wondering what the catch was. What did the Adrian place on the table for father to agree to this. It was a tad bit dodgy to say the least.

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.

Our social circle rarely cross because the Blackwoods were old money, my family was new money. Kian Blackwood, the youngest billionaire in New York,the most eligible bachelor and the most influential man in the city was standing in front of me, proposing a contract marriage. I didn't know whether to feel blessed or cursed. Blessed because a billionaire just expressed his intentions to marry me. Just associating with the Blackwood is like hitting a jackpot. Cursed, because I don't understand why he would want me to agree to that kind of arrangement. What if it's something illegal or harmful? You can't always trust these billionaires.

“Tell me who he is and why he chose me as his wife.” She stood petrified in front of me, as if she didn’t know what to say, but I wouldn’t let her get away before she answered all my questions. “I don't understand why he chose you as his wife,” her voice came out shaky and slurred, “but Mr. Gregory is the heir to a multi-billion dollar empire. He needs a wife to take over the family business.” “Billionaire?” I whispered, and it was as if my strength went out like a balloon. ”I married a billionaire?”