Novel & Cerita Billionaire Arranged Marriage Novels

He inveighed bitterly to her. "Everyone would be so disappointed and it would be in the news that, Robin DeMarco got jilted by his wife to be, two weeks before their wedding. That'll do ruin my reputation and it'll affect my business." "So now, you are proposing me to act like your fiancé and get married to you?" Astrid asked him, when it became obvious he Was done with his story. "It'll be a contract marriage and I'll pay you handsomely for it." He assured her,

"A new private jet, wow, I should have known, I forgot you are a billionaire, how did I not know my husband is so fucking rich and influential? Wow, I sometimes forget how wealthy you are, so much money, I married rich, not a lot of people can relate. She talked on, at this rate she was sure Rafael might be rethinking his decision to marry her or even to go on this trip but she couldn't stop chit chatting. "Almost a trillionaire, just a few more loads and good deal and I will enter that league, so better get used to it, and also the attention that I plan on giving you," He said proudly. "Yes, sir, I am looking further to it," "Why do you keep saying, sir?" "It's fun,"

I click the link, and as I do, I wish I had just left my phone at home. My heart stops as I read the information scrawled on the website, the information, as always, about Leone Ares Sinclair. And me. However, it’s Nicco who says the news out loud, his voice oddly empty as he does so; “New York’s hottest billionaire announces the date of his wedding to up—and-coming painter Ava Jade Allard. He says that his red-headed lover and himself will be getting wed in less than a month.” Three weeks. Leonel told the press we’re getting married in three weeks?

Her heartbeat raced, she already knew who the text came from and she wasn't wrong. Bitch, give me my money if not... She didn't understand the money he spoke of. He barely gave her any momey whilst they were together nor did he put her in a place where she could make momey, all he did was collect from her. Yet he had the guts to continually ask for money but he held a secret that could end her marriage. She cursed at herself for not avoiding this when she saw it coming years back. You keep ignoring my texts forgetting that I have your home address and I could pop in anytime just to say hello to your husband of course.

We traveled the world together, tried new things together, and it felt like we were made specifically for each other. But all that came crashing down when his grandfather found out about us. He told Evan I wasn’t good for him and Evan didn’t hesitate to dump me. It took a lot to move on from Evan. I decided to take a break from relationships after that. If I knew my father would one day drag me into a contract marriage, I would’ve never taken a break. Men. ______________________________________________ I walked into that house like I was going into a courtroom. The Garren Estate was magnificent, even better than ours to be honest. Large mansions with shining windows and a driveway with the m

"He slept with you and that sexcapade wasn't a secret matter to some people. Victor had to force him to get married to you because it would save the face of the company and make David a worthy replacement for his father." "Wait, is this the same Victor I know?" "David's uncle, yes. He oversees the company." "Well, he can go to hell." "I know you tried to make that marriage work but David was already too in love with your sister, and he wanted no one else. Then you tried telling him about it. But you made one silly mistake." Ellie scoffed. "And what was that?" "You told Lily about it first. She had to tell David that you planned the whole thing just so you could get married to him and have so

“Emily, you need to understand. This is not a suggestion. It is the only way.” She looked at him from the corner of her eyes, her heart in a knot of anger and confusion. This was the man who raised her to believe she had equal rights and protection, who had also taught her that family should come over everything. But this? This felt like the biggest betrayal ever. “You're telling me….you've made arrangements for me to marry James Knight?” Her voice was barely a whisper. He nodded firmly, “The Knights are the only ones with enough power to save us from this. They agreed to a business merger but only under one condition, that it is sealed by a marriage.”

I can feel his eyes boring into my back as I walk away, but I don’t dare look back at him. As I walk through the crowd, I spot Veronica across the room. She’s talking with some man I don’t recognize, but her posture is perfect and her smile radiant, as always. She’s everything I could never be. Confident. Successful. Accomplished. She fits here. I never will. I calm my nerves and take a deep breath. "Leila." The voice stops me. I turn slowly, almost feel extreme reluctance to look at anyone, and there he is. Alexander Hawke. The man I’m about to marry. The billionaire. The stranger.

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.

The city's distant buzz grew faint as Emily sat opposite Liam Westbrook in his glass-walled office, the air between them heavy with tension. She nervously toyed with the hem of her coat, her thoughts spinning from his shocking proposal. Marriage. To a billionaire. For money. It sounded like the kind of wild scheme you’d read in trashy romance novels, not something that happened to real people—least of all her. “I understand this may come as a shock,” Liam said, leaning back in his chair with an air of cool indifference, “but I’m not asking for your hand out of sentimentality. This is a business arrangement, plain and simple.”