Billionaire Arranged Marriage Novels & Stories

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.

"Clara was my ex, we dated for awhile back then and Sylvia somehow got the idea that I was only dating Clara because of the inheritance. When Clara found out about this, she thought I was using her, and she ended the relationship." "What inheritance are you talking about? The word has been flying around, and if Clara ended things with you because of it, don't you think I should know?" "You don't know about the inheritance?" "No, I really do not know what you're talking about." "The whole wedding, the reason my parents wanted us to get married so bad, you weren't told?" Blair shook her head, she was lost. She had thought his parents just wanted them married because they were just for public v

"I never had a choice, if you were in my shoes there is nothing you can do, my father got into a stupid deal with Michael Kent and I was forced to marry his son and here I am married to a person I have no feelings for" "Wait, wait, did you just say Michael Kent? does that in any way means you are married to Bill kent the most eligible bachelor in New York? Avery asked with a loud voice. "Yes am married to Bill kent what is so special? Nelly asked and rolled her eyeball. "Oh my world, Nelly you are married to Bill Kent the youngest billionaire in the whole of New York, you are so lucky, gosh I envy you, Avery said to Nelly raising her voice.

Is it true your marriage was arranged? At that last question, Nathaniel’s hand closed more firmly around mine as he pulled us forward quickly. A man dressed in all black finally appeared before us, pushing back the paparazzi and their intrusive cameras. With his help, the path cleared and we finally reached the main entrance where a barricade and red carpet display awaited. Nathaniel leaned down close to my ear. “Do you want to get your picture taken? You don’t have to if—” “It’s fine.” I cut in. “A few pictures won’t hurt.”

Rosalie Being born into a wealthy family is often perceived as the ultimate advantage – a life without financial worries, instant access to desires. While true for many, that wasn't the case for me or my mother. Two years ago, my father orchestrated my marriage to Adrien Vasanten solely for his gain, disregarding my feelings. It marked another instance where he prioritized himself over me.

They were currently in Kuala Lumpur after attending his cousin’s wedding. “Dev, we’ve already talked about this.” His mother said calmly. “Arranged marriage? Oh, come on! Are we still in the fifteenth century?” He couldn’t conceal his great frustration. At the moment, they were having dinner. His parents would go back to the United Kingdom the next day since they would attend an important business convention. His father, Akhil Chaudhary, happened to be one of the richest Nepali in the world. He was the first businessman from his country to enter the Forbes billionaire list.

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.

His acquisition of three Silicon Ville unicorns had gotten him on the cover of Fortune. Even if I were Ethan's biological sister, I would not be worthy of walking into Zach's office. Chloe laughed too. "Come on, Summer. Be realistic. Billionaires don't marry for love. They marry for alliances and money. If Zach is going to get married, it will be to a senator's daughter or a European aristocrat. There's no way he'd marry you." She giggled. "If you want a rich man, at least make your story believable."

she said and I agreed. We were in a diner when Sabrina tried her best to explain everything; how did they end up being engaged. And I couldn't believe that it was actually an arranged marriage, her father, which I met twice before was interested in Nate whom he knew as a well-known successful young man. And Nate was indeed a perfect match for someone like Sabrina, they were in the same category, wealthy and perfect while I was in the lowest category.

All they do is gossip about each other,’ she thought. Mrs Penelope gasped, “She told me he was a billionaire business tycoon with wealth that could last generations, and he fell in love with her daughter.” She matched the hush tone “Yes he is, but Rachel was the one who arranged the marriage. She wants access to his wealth. The man is ten years older than her daughter, and she almost ran away last week because she doesn't want to get married to him.” Alice corrected. Penelope covered her mouth with her hands, “I heard their company is going bankrupt, is that why they are selling their daughter off to someone like that? Poor girl.”