Billionaire Arranged Marriage Novels & Stories

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."

"Holy shit!" She gasped, turning the screen toward me, where the announcement post was going viral on I*******m: “SOCIALITE, ARTIST AND MODEL CHARLOTTE MILLER ALL SET TO MARRY XEROS MARTINEZ: A BILLIONAIRE WITH A DARK PAST.” “What… how is this possible?” He was the scary, infamous heir of the Marinez Empire, who was rumoured to handle all their illegal dealings. How had the Millers agreed on this arrangement?

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:

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.”

The day had started like any other room service trays, the smell of chamomile tea but the TV altered everything. BREAKING NEWS FROM MANILA," the voice of the reporter announced in clean English across the flicker of monitors. "A confidential family source has exposed stunning accusations that Charles Billion, the billionaire heir, and academic Fiona Generys married after a contractual agreement one made in return for the medical care of Generys' daughter.".

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.

Do you honestly think a guy like Alexander Bluemoon is going to let me get away with defrauding him of that amount of cash? “Alexander Bluemoon? The alpha billionaire?” Miah queried in consternation. “He’s the guy who wants to hire a wife? For goodness’ sake, he’s always knee-deep in supermodels and actresses. Why would he have to pay a woman he doesn’t know to marry him?” “Because a long time ago, he was supposed to get married, but it didn’t work out. This time around, he wants a marriage of convenience on a strict business basis.”

We got losses in our business but my salary was sufficient for our household. My parents always used to tell me "money is not everything in the world, relationships and love are important". But today the same parents married me to a person who is the father of a daughter just for money. Why did they do this to me? Why did they sell me off? What i didn't do for them? I didn't oppose them once in my life. I even left my job for them and agreed to marry an unknown person. It hurts. I never wanted to marry a rich guy. All I want is to have a partner who loves me genuinely, Only Me.

Steph said, turning to look out at some who were still staring at her. Emily sat in front of Steph on the chair. "You got married that's why." "How is that a reason to stare and whisper as I pass by." "You didn't just get married to anyone. You got married to the cities youngest billionaire and everyone's sweetheart. Do you know how many girls would kill to be in your shoes," Emily explained and Steph had never thought things would get this complicated. "I didn't know it was such a big deal." "Not a big deal!!" Emily smiled "who are you!!"

Relief washed over his face, and I felt sick. “Gregory Quin.” My ears bled at his announcement. I instantly understood why she made this choice for me and not her daughter. After all, no man would want their daughter to marry a man who is worse than the devil. Gregory Quin! The billionaire who was known for talking down on women at every opportunity he got. Wasn’t he the one who went viral when a video clip of him beating his wife to the extent that she went unconscious was leaked? Not only was he a disgusting misogynist, Gregory Quin was an eighty years old man who was closer to his grave than anyone I know.