Billionaire Arranged Marriage Novels Novels & Stories

“Noah Thorne wants me to marry him. A contract, one year. I’d be his fake wife, smile for his business deals. He’ll clear the debt—fifty grand, plus interest—and pay me five million. Fund my design business, too.” Mom’s eyes widen, her hands freezing on the bills. “Five million? Scarlett, that’s…” “Insane,” I cut in, my voice rising. “It’s a trap, Mom. He’s a stranger, a billionaire who thinks he can buy me. I’m not some prop for his corporate games.”

Just like everything else now. The man who stepped out of the backseat was tall, commanding. His presence didn’t fill the space—it owned it. Dark eyes, sharper than they had any right to be. Expensive watch. Straight posture. An unsettling calm. Kian Wilson. I’d heard the name before. The billionaire man who owned the largest fashion company I had been dreaming of working in. Ruthless investor. Quiet, private, and devastatingly powerful. And for some unfathomable reason, he had saved me.

Dozens of no⁠tificat⁠ions, messages⁠, missed calls. And one headline that made my stomach‌ drop. “‍The Billionaire’s Bride: Love, Lies, and Leverag⁠e?⁠” T‌he article‌ had my n⁠ame in bol‍d letters. It‍ c⁠alled me a myster⁠y‍ wo‌man with no social backgr‌ound, a po‌ssible p‌aw‌n in a strateg‍ic‍ marriage, and worst o‌f all — it ques‌tioned if I h⁠ad “married into luxu‍ry” fo‌r money.

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."

Ten minutes. That was all it would take to solve the biggest problem in my life. But solving problems often created new ones. "What happens after that?" I asked. "You move into my home." "And we pretend to be married." "Correct." "For a year." "Yes." I stared at him carefully. "People will believe it?" "They will believe whatever I tell them." His confidence sounded almost frightening. I thought about the newspaper articles I had read about him. Young billionaire builds tech empire. Ruthless businessman crushes competitors.

“Let me help you" I pleaded, my hands gripping her tightly. "Fine. If you're so bent on solving my problems, you can marry me then" the lady snapped in frustration, forcing the engagement ring on my fingers. "Let's go get our marriage certificate then" I urged with a knowing smile. ....... Behind the spotlight, Luisa's life is a complexity of lies and scandals. Haunted by the tragic drowning of her sister, which she blames herself for, she built walls around her heart. Her carefully constructed walls begin to crumble when a compromising video threatening to expose the death of her sister surfaces. As the past and present collide, Luisa has to confront her demons and face the lies that she's

Laura, grateful for my words, smiled weakly while Susie let out a sound of displeasure and stormed off a few steps ahead of us. Sorry babe, I almost called out but held my tongue. I would make it up to her later. "It's just... When we moved to Vegas, all everyone could talk about was the new Mrs Lowell. How she rose from shame to fame. And had nothing before she scored the richest man in Vegas." Laura explained and I smiled. Of course, people thought that about me. No one knew it was a bloody contract that I had been conned into by my very own fiancee. The man whom I was going to marry! He sold me to the Lowells and went on his merry way like some fucking philistine.

She barely recognized herself. “You look like a queen,” Lou whispered, standing behind her in a deep emerald dress. “But, like, the badass kind who rides into battle.” Sarah gave a small laugh. “I feel like I’m dreaming. Any minute now, I’ll wake up back in the diner.” Elena entered, holding a silver bracelet. “If you are dreaming, we all are. And none of us want to wake up.” Lou looked her over again. “You ready to marry the world’s most brooding billionaire?”

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.

He crossed his arms over his chest and leaned back on the sofa. "Grandma, this is my chance to marry a rich man. If you sold my wedding gift, I'd be upset. What if my future husband isn't happy with this decision? He won't show up with me anymore. Are you going to destroy my future, Grandma? Anna's villa came from the money left by grandpa..." Marcella sobbed to make those here feel more sorry. "We will only sell Casa Valiente." His voice was pleading which annoyed Anna even more. She rolled her eyes again and hissed. He washed his face with his palm and sighed heavily.