Arranged Marriage With The Proud Billionaire Novels & Stories

"Stop fidgeting. You're marrying into the Blackwell family. Do you know what that means for us?" Of course, I knew, how could I not have? The Blackwells were untouchable, wealthy beyond my imagination, and my mother's closest friend, Margaret Blackwell, was the one who arranged this union. It was supposed to be a dream, marrying a billionaire, sealing a future of lavish comfort. But it wasn't a dream; it was an arrangement. "I know, Mom," I said in a low voice, barely above the hum of my heartbeat.

So concerning Daniel and Kathie marriage I was think we should get them married by next weekend" I said. The two women nodded their head. " That is good" my wife said. " We will start the wedding preparations as soon as possible" Mrs Donald said. " It is not a loud or noisy wedding, you it is an arranged marriage it is not based on love or feelings for each other.. it is against their will.. we will only invite friends, families and business partner" Donald said. I nodded my head. " There is no problem on that" my wife said. " I also agree with you" Mrs Donald said.

he said as he smiled sinisterly. “Please, Sir Mateo, you need to reconsider,” the lady weep. “Toyin, you should stop the tears, because what I'm offering you is a lifetime opportunity. You have the opportunity to become in-laws with a billionaire family. Alex will get a life changing opportunity to be married to a billionaire husband. A lot of girls are praying for such an opportunity” he stressed. “Opportunity to get married to a monster? Then why isn’t he married yet, why?!” She flared and her husband touched her arms and motioned her to keep silent.

"Can you be bought? If yes, then yeah I'm trying to buy you." "You-" Further words failed her, her eyes shining with tears. "Ah, don't cry now, sweetheart. This is a good deal. You marry me, sign a contract, stay in the marriage for six months and then you'll be free. As free as a bird. And as your pay, I will pay for the entire treatment of your grandma." The words hung in the air, silence slicing through the painful void his words had left in her heart. Her grandma would be fine, but for that she would have to sell herself to him? Was she so pathetic?

“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.

Still in flashback: I felt everything around me is a lie. I don't want to marry Ryan. I want to just forget everything and go with my prince, Nathan. From the second I saw him all I wanted to do is to be with him, to be loved by him. Now when he came to me and confessed his love, I couldn't go with him. I am chained with daughter duties and I have to act like a heiress. People thinks I am so lucky to born in riches and I am going to marry the most eligible bachelor. But believe me, I am feeling myself is the most unlucky specimen in the world.

He said admiring the outside view of my balcony. "Ya it is". I uttered. "So Nisha you are a lecture right". He asked, crossing his arms against his chest showing his biceps. "Yes.. I am ". I replied stuttering. Nisha what happened to you. "Nisha relax. I am also nervous like you but please be comfortable ok". I nodded and smiled at him. "Um, can I ask you something ?". I asked after gaining some courage. "Ya of course". He replied. "Uh, why did you agree to an arranged marriage? I mean you are good looking, educated, rich, and have a reputed job. So you will get any girl right". I finally asked with some hesitation.

The clash was too shocking and surprising. He raised his voice, but still controlled. “now Listen carefully. I’m giving you a choice.” He pulled out a business card from his pocket and slid it straightly across the counter. It felt cold. Heavy. “Marry me. Sign a contract. Fourteen months. You’ll be entitled to three million dollars. No feelings. No attachment. Power and total control only.” What! I blinked at the card again and again, as though it were some dead joke which can never come Alive.

she stated and I nodded my head. “I’m getting there,” I informed her. “Did you lie about the bullying part? Was everything you told me a lie?” She questioned. I shook my head. “Not at all. I just didn’t tell you he’s my husband. Everything else I’ve told you is the truth and the fact that my grandpa is Isaac Harrison.” “Wow! You are the daughter of a billionaire! Oh my goodness.” “It was an arranged marriage. I didn’t know he was the one at first and when I knew, there was nothing I could do. Even if I knew from the start, I still would have agreed to it because I had no choice.” I explained.

He was tall, well over six feet, with a lean, muscular build. I looked over at my mother and her boyfriend. They were wearing small, triumphant smirks. They had finally gotten what they wanted—one of her children married off to a billionaire so they would never have to work another day in their lives. My brother, however, was furious. He hated that I had taken such a drastic step for our mother’s sake. I suppose he’s the only one who actually cares about me. The room was filled with the elite—top models, powerful businessmen, and even the Prime Minister. I was the only "low-ranking" guest at my own wedding. I could hear their whispers cutting through the music: