Arranged Marriage With The Proud Billionaire Novels & Stories

"But then I realised that you don't know who I am so you will never agree to marry me. My hope died. But you always surprised me. I was amazed when I got to know that you said yes." She nodded her head as she listened to his words. Yup! You got it right..I actually didn't want to marry you. And you were also right about me not knowing you. And to be honest, I didn't even want to get to know you. I mean you were a complete world apart from me. You were....no, you are the most handsome, richest and cool billionaire. You have everything and I? I was nothing, just a stupid college student with no extra accomplishments. It felt so awkward. Infact, I felt it was an insult to you to marry me. You s

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.”

“THAT FAST?! Oh my God. You got married yesterday!” I turned off the stove and slid the eggs and pancakes onto a plate. “He’s serious. He said he’d handle everything if I agreed to move and carry out our marriage act over there. He’s offering to fund the office, handle the permits, even do promotions. Everything. As long as I move with him.” Silence. Three seconds of it. “Oh my God.” “Yup.” “He’s seriously… a drama billionaire. I don’t know whether to be impressed or throw a salad in his face.” Catalina groaned. “And you agreed to move?”

he cut me off before I could finish. “The only choice you have right now,” he said, voice calm but firm, “is to marry me—since you didn’t come with the money to clear your family’s debts.” I swallowed hard, my throat dry. “It’s simple. Marry me for one year. That’s the deal. Want your mother out of jail? Want your father in a proper home instead of a cell? This is how.” My heart sank. “You can’t be serious,” I whispered. “I am.” He met my eyes, unflinching. “I’m not begging. I’m offering you a favor. You’re not who I wanted—just what’s left. I need a wife to save my empire, and you’re the only option.”

Especially him. Damian Blackwood. The man I am supposed to marry. A billionaire whose name made tycoons tremble. Cold, ruthless, untouchable. I had seen the way he looked at me during our brief engagement meetings—like I was just another piece of asset, another acquisition. And I refuse to be bought. The curtains lifted. Applause rolled through the crowd. One by one, we glided onto the stage, gowns shimmering under the lights. Each of us masked, each mysterious, each promised to the highest bidder for the sake of “charity.” My turn came all too soon. My heels clicking like gunshots against the polished floor.

He asked, and I nodded. "Apparently, her father married a second wife after Aunt Claire had died. It turned out that her stepmother had masterminded Mila's arranged marriage to an American billionaire; MacCarter Spencer." "Arranged marriages are quite normal for the elite. It's a way of strengthening the power and wealth of the two families involved. The Russo family isn't a stranger to arranged marriages, so it's really not so bad."

He couldn't help but laugh at Randy's arrogant attitude, which he had often displayed. "What? An arranged marriage? Seriously?" Darwin asked incredulously. "Yeah, Win. You know I never lie, right?" Darwin nodded afterward and then sat across from Randy, trying to find out what was really happening. "Are you seriously going to be in an arranged marriage?" Soon, hearty laughter erupted from Darwin's lips. He was delighted to hear that his arch-nemesis was experiencing a fate similar to his own—being arranged for marriage. Such was the destiny of heirs of wealthy families. If they couldn't find a spouse of equal status, they would be arranged to marry someone from a similar background to streng

★★★ “The value of this deal is $40 million. I currently have my signature on the pages. We have one year to fulfill this deal before we part ways. Once you have this money, you can go anywhere, but until then, you cannot tell anyone about it,” William told Monica in a flat voice. She, wearing a white bridal dress and bearing a heavy heart that was causing her the most anguish of her life, held the paper in her hand and muttered, “I understand; I too want my marriage to remain discreet." She let out a long breath and raised her teary eyes to William.

he fired, looking me directly in the eyes as I could see the anger in his face. "You don't understand... this is the fight that I must fight. Don't you get it? My great-grandparents had placed their fortune, my mother had placed her fortune, and my father had placed his on the condition that I get married to the daughter of my great-grandfather's friend; the doctor who treated my grandpa," I paused, breathing continuously and rubbing my hand roughly on my perfectly styled blond hair as I closed my eyes for a moment. "My family owes them their life. I saw the signed agreement, Jason... I just need to do this."

He said and I looked at him surprised. Mum and Dad's marriage was arranged. Her dad was just telling her now. "Kim, even if you don't get married to Alfred, you will either get wedded to the son of Jeguk industries or rather you will get married to one of the twins of Marshall group of companies," He explained and pecked my hair as tears fell from my eyes. "But Dad, I don't love him," I sobbed my voice choked with tears and my Dad embraced me. I sobbed harder on his shoulder. Why are bad things happening now?! First I broke up with Andrew now this arranged marriage stuff.