Arranged Marriage With The Proud Billionaire Novels & Stories

“What is this?” “A proposal,” he said. “A solution. My father’s will contains a clause that requires me to be married within the year to maintain certain corporate protections. I need a wife—under terms that protect my interests. You need payment for your brother’s surgery. I provide funds, you provide marriage for one year. No emotional entanglement. A formal, legal arrangement.” The room tilted in on itself. Elena felt disoriented as if the carpet had moved. “Are you—are you offering me money for marriage?” Her laugh sounded broken and incredulous. “That’s—cruel.”

Damian Blackwood waited at the altar like he was attending a funeral instead of his own wedding. Tall, still, unreadable. Black suit. Dark eyes. A mouth that looked as if it had forgotten how to be kind. For a second, Elena’s steps faltered. Her fingers tightened around the bouquet. Somewhere behind her, the wedding planner made a sharp little sound, probably terrified the bride was about to ruin the most photographed marriage deal of the year. Marriage deal. That was all it was. One year. One signature. One ruthless billionaire paying off her family’s debts in exchange for a wife he could parade in front of the board, the press, and his dying grandfather.

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.

“Are you serious? You knew I’d say yes?” “I hoped so. You’re a smart woman, business-minded, and even though you say you hate me, you don’t really.” “I do.” “Look, you already know your lines.” She rolled her eyes. “Not helping your case, Taylor.” “Fine, hate me. But I need you to marry me tonight before the auction, love me or hate me.” “I suppose you’ve already booked an appointment at city hall too?” I smirked. “Aye. And I’ve got a suit in my car.”

she exclaimed, her voice filled with joy as she clinked her glass against his. Abruptly, Anderson wiped his mouth, his gaze piercing into Cassie's eyes. He gently clasped her hand, his touch tender yet determined. "Cassie, I've been trying to bury my feelings for so long, but they keep resurfacing," he confessed, his eyes brimming with emotion. "You're one of the greatest blessings in my life. Our marriage may have been arranged, but I'm grateful for how far we've come.” "Promise me, Cassie," he pleaded, his brows furrowing with worry as he searched her eyes for reassurance. "Promise that no matter the challenge, you won't leave me.”

“You must be so happy to have Smith. He is a billionaire, you know…” I got interested right away. I didn't like this arranged marriage of a thing but I didn't want Emily to meet me like that. I had to prove to her that I was happy even when I wasn't. “Yeah,” I smiled at her. “He is a billionaire and of course, I have to be excited.” Emily began to laugh. I didn't know why she was joking again here. I simply watched her as she unfolded her full package of jealousy.

He was quite the player, so I really won’t be surprised if he’s with more than just one person right now. After I had gone back to my room, I got to thinking about the first interaction he and I had after I found out about the marriage arrangement. That was the day we had met up in his office. He actually gave me conditions for our marriage, and we talked about how we could see other people as far as we were able to keep it a secret and out of the press to avoid a cheating scandal.

I list. “A couple?” She squeaks and I smirk. “Okay maybe a lot, but that’s all, there’s nothing so special about me” I shrug. “Well it’s wonderful to know you Mr. Billionaire with a lot of one night stands” She laughs lightly. “So tell me, what’s there to know about you?” I ask “Before I answer that…I have a question” She remarks. “Shoot” “Well….most people aren’t keen on arranged marriages, especially ones like this that is out of the blue, but you seem a little fine with it. Why is that?” She furrows her brows as he chews.

I had forgotten how impatient he can be, I better get to the point "So what I am saying in conclusion is that for the past two years, Grandma and my Dad had been bugging me about getting married and all that, and I had turned a deaf ear to them because I was not interested in any marriage, but just a few months ago, Grandma made this threatening decision, that if I don't intend to get married in a certain period of time, I will have to step down as the acting CEO of Liv Luxe,” "So that means I never heard it wrong, Mia was right, so you're saying you had to marry him under duress, is that correct?" He asked.

"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.