Novel & Cerita Billionaire Arranged Marriage

Her voice went high, confused, almost offended on my behalf. I shrugged, trying to breathe through the pressure building in my chest. “I don’t know. But the lawyer said that if I refuse to marry Caleb within seven days, he will get all his inheritance. If Caleb refuses, I get everything. We have to get married and have a boy child within a year of being married so that if anything happens to us, he can take over the businesses in the future." Jen stared at me, blinking repeatedly. “Emily, I am extremely confused. Do you mind telling me what happened, again? You're saying you are expected to marry a stranger and have a kid with him?" I nodded, burying my face in my hands, feeling overwhelmed.

he said, his voice moving across the table. Vivienne straightened up. "Vivienne will be getting married." He said it simply. He outlined the details of the marriage. An arranged marriage. A business arrangement that also happened to be a personal one. A man from one of the wealthiest families in the state, a merger of interests that suited both parties, good for the Harrington name and everything attached to it. Vivienne looked like she might actually float off her chair. Margaret was smiling so widely that I almost thought her lips would tear apart.

“But I can do it. How about I give you three options tomorrow? You pick your favorite, and I’ll do the rest.” “That sounds perfect,” Emma agreed. “Okay. I’m going to go work on the proposals for you.” Becca rose from the table. “You’re sure this is what you want to do?” “One of the perks of marrying a billionaire is that you can pay people to do just about everything,” Emma told her. “So, I’m going to pay you to do just about everything.” “You won’t regret it,” Becca promised. “This wedding will be a dream wedding. People will talk about it for years. It’ll be perfect.”

Sunglasses covered his eyes, and she wished she could see them even though he was next to her . The picture next to him was of a sheikh of some kind, and she frowned. What did these two have to do with each other? Then, she read the bright yellow headline for the first time. Billionaire playboy sells The Grand Channel and all affiliated stations to Saudi prince in billion dollar deal! There was a smaller headline underneath that read AND THEN GIVES ALL THE MONEY TO CHARITY! Her eyes widened. She picked up the magazine and began to read, frantic.

"I'm getting you new set of clothes. Seeing your sense of fashion today, and I can't particularly say I was impressed. It's Asher btw." Realization dawned on me, followed by a jab at my heart and an eye roll. I could barely afford my bills, how the hell was I supposed to get clothes that suited his taste? Arriving at my apartment, I noticed that the lights were on. Right. I had to tell Diane. I just signed a marriage contract today which practically means I'm now a married woman. I mentally flinched at that reality. It hadn't set it yet. The reality that I was now married to the grandson of Howard Companies, a multi billionaire.

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.

Just when Eva and Lucian’s arranged marriage was starting to feel less cold, trouble showed up at the worst possible moment. The Thorne charity gala was a big event a night full of rich people and fancy speeches. For Lucian, it was a way to show off his power and prove he was happily married. For Eva, it was just another night she had to pretend to be the perfect wife. She wore a beautiful dress that Lucian’s stylist picked out, and her smile was perfect but it didn’t reach her eyes.

As we then take blessing from our elders and then proceeded for the reception party which was going to be held in one of the most expensive five star hotel. 'Why not, After all this is the biggest wedding reception of this countries Eligible BILLIONAIRE XAVIER KNIGHT ', My conscience mocked me. To be Continued................ A/P "Arranged marriage happens when two lovers or strangers believe they are meant for eternal companionship. It starts from the belief and the universe conspires in making that belief stronger every day from that moment." -unknown.

While Victoria thrived in the spotlight, modeling, attending galas, collecting admirers, Elena found solace in art and teaching. She never envied Victoria's glamorous life, content with her quiet existence teaching high school students to express themselves through painting. The arranged marriage was negotiated months ago. Alexander Blackwell, a 34-year-old billionaire known for his cutthroat business tactics and emotional detachment, agreed to the union as it would give him access to the Martinez hotels' prime real estate locations. He met Victoria three times during formal negotiations, polite, professional meetings where she played her part perfectly. Elena had only seen him once.

However, our visit here to the Billion Dollars V today, a renowned and elite fashion house, truly made me experience a whole new level of special treatment. It was no secret that I was going to marry Aiden, a scion of one of the wealthiest families and also a self-made billionaire in the world. Such a union naturally called for a wedding dress befitting my new status as a billionaire's future wife. The fashion industry was abuzz with rumors about the exclusive design being tailored just for me although, this was an in-house discussion among the fashion industries once it was heard that Billion Dollars V was working on a secret wedding dress.