Billionaire Arranged Marriage Novels & Stories

It couldn't be just any girl. He had to be able to bribe whoever was with him, especially if they were going to spend time together. The lawyer told him that they could meet at one of Stefano's favorite coffee shops in ten minutes. After some time, both were at the cafeteria table. "So what you want is to draw up a marriage contract in which it is specified that after that time you both will not see each other again, right?" "That's right" answered the man with the last name Mancini.

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.

With a backpack, she walked excitedly to sit next to Maria. "My gosh, the whole way here I heard people talking about a super handsome guy driving a flashy Lamborghini dropping you off at school." Maria replied resignedly, "You already knew?" "So it's really true!?" Sarah couldn't believe her ears. Her eyes lit up for gossip. She grabbed Maria’s arm at once and beamed, "So you aren't being kept by an old man, but in a romantic relationship with a very wealthy second-generation heir?" Very wealthy? Sure, that was Charles.

"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.

"An a-arranged marriage? Wow, I-I didn't think you were serious about that..." I glance down at her while we walk. "You didn't?" "No, I thought that thing only happened in the movies..." "Nah, it's secretly common amongst the elite and rich people, and my parents are wealthy assholes. My dad is a billionaire. Anyway, my parents want to ensure a woman doesn't simply marry me for the money I'm inheriting, so they have found another wealthy person to be my wife." "I see..." Silence. "And I take it you don't want to marry her?"

Her beloved paternal grandmother was nearing ninety and maintaining that she was clinging onto dear life just long enough to see Aneesa wed. Aneesa also knew that while the public perception of her family was that they had untold wealth, in fact, her father had been struggling to keep the family silk business afloat for some time now. Only she and her mother knew the reality, which was that this wedding was all but crippling her father financially.

"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.

"Wait. You mean to tell me that you're married to the Aleksei Tarasov? Like, Aleksei freaking Tarasov?" I nodded grimly, my lips pressed into a flat line. "Oh, my God. He's fucking gorgeous, babe." She fanned herself. "And he's stupid rich. He was featured in Forbes' under thirty billionaires' list." I blanched at her. "Did you not understand a word I just wrote?" She grinned at me, flipping her brown hair over her shoulder. "You said it yourself. Arranged marriages aren't a new thing in your world. In your case, you got a hottie as a husband, not an old geezer over thirty years your senior. You should be happy."

“I know how it sounds, baby. I do. And if there was any other way, believe me, I’d take it. But this… this is our last shot.” I looked away, biting hard on the inside of my cheek to keep the tears from falling. My thoughts were spinning. One heartbreak wasn’t enough and now I am being sold to another man that I know nothing about. “And who is he? This man, that wants to marry me.” I asked. “He’s a billionaire,” my dad said carefully. “He’s powerful and well-connected. He promised full financial backing. He said he’d save the business, wipe out all our debts and not just that.. he wants to grow and expand it and then us global.” I’m

The ballroom feels hotter than before. Louder. The few minutes break is forgotten in a second as fatigue and tiny black dots begin to cloud my vision. But then I see him. Andrew Throne. “Babe…the man you married is a multi billionaire.” I recall Cassidy’s words from earlier this evening, as she help me with my dress. One would think she was joking. But apparently I got married to Andrew Throne. One of the top five richest men in the business world. CEO of the ThroneTech and the man who’d