Novel & Cerita Billionaire Arranged Marriage Novels

Ethan, holding his daughter who just got engaged at 20 in Zara dress, said, "No merger. But you can buy coffee at Shoreditch. £3 latte. You pay. And you can buy building for strollers. Next to my building for strollers. Two buildings for one stroller. Family tradition." And Leo and Rose kissed again, with 1001 roses around them, with plastic folder from Chelsea Registry Office that said MARRIAGE BY MISTAKE - BUT ON PURPOSE, with Elise and Ethan watching, with Grandma eating cheese and planning great-great-grandson Dior strawberry pajamas. Like mother, like daughter. Like father, like son-in-law. Like mistake, like destiny. The billionaire who married by mistake. His daughter who hat ed billi

"Kael... you shouldn't be here. They'll call the police. Eleanor…” "Forget them," he interrupted, his voice urgent but softer now. He brushed a limp strand of hair from my forehead, his touch far gentler than the initial pull. "I didn't come empty-handed. This is bigger than their games, Sarah. A huge contract came through my studio yesterday. A big businessman in the city, Victor Harrington, the real estate mogul behind those waterfront towers, needs an interior designer for his new flagship property. A luxury penthouse complex, full custom work. Textures, lighting, art integration, the whole vision. He's seen your old portfolios, the ones from our collaborative shows before your marriage.

he cut me off before I could finish. “The only choice you have right now,” he said, voice calm but firm, “is to marry me—since you didn’t come with the money to clear your family’s debts.” I swallowed hard, my throat dry. “It’s simple. Marry me for one year. That’s the deal. Want your mother out of jail? Want your father in a proper home instead of a cell? This is how.” My heart sank. “You can’t be serious,” I whispered. “I am.” He met my eyes, unflinching. “I’m not begging. I’m offering you a favor. You’re not who I wanted—just what’s left. I need a wife to save my empire, and you’re the only option.”

CEO Billionaire Collection Book 1: One-night Stand with a Billionaire ELLIE "Shot! Shot! Shot!" The chant reverberated through the opulent casino bar, and. I watched with a mix of amusement and horror as one of the bridesmaids—whose name I'd already forgotten—climbed atop a table, shimmying to the pulsating beat. “Is she…?” I asked myself. Yep, she was twerking. Vegas. The city where subtlety came to die and was promptly buried beneath neon lights and sequined dresses.

He stood, straightening his cuffs. "But it's different from what I expected. I wanted a loan, not marriage." He smiled. "Nothing goes for nothing. What you need is money, and I'm offering it to you with terms." "The only terms I'm prepared to agree to involve repayment." Yeah, he thought. That was my plan too, until I realized it was you. "It's a simple term, though. A business arrangement with mutual benefit." Anna stared at him, her head continuing to spin. She couldn't wrap her mind around the shocking proposal.

I held my breath. "She and I. we were married once," he said, every word a confession spilling into the air. "In secret. Years ago. It didn't work. It never should have begun. But Marcus—her father—he pushed us back together. This engagement? It's an arrangement. One I signed on for, for my family's benefit." I remained silent. Just listened. My body was rigid, prepared for worse. "There was someone else," he went on. "Before Selene. Someone who resembled you very much. She died. In. unusual circumstances."

Whatever he heard was clearly not good. After a moment, he hung up slowly. “Alex?” Jasmine asked. “What happened?” He didn’t answer. Not yet. He unlocked his phone, checked something, and then his expression darkened even more. He turned the screen toward her. Jasmine’s eyes widened. Famous billionaire playboy marries a nobody—how sad. Phillips Heir settles for less? Who is this girl with no background? It felt like the words punched her in the chest. “Alex… what are we going to do?” she whispered.

he murmured, “the world will know your name.” She smiled. “One day.” Outside, the city continued unaware. Inside, a billionaire claimed not an empire— But a wife the world would never see coming.

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.”

"Holy shit!" She gasped, turning the screen toward me, where the announcement post was going viral on I*******m: “SOCIALITE, ARTIST AND MODEL CHARLOTTE MILLER ALL SET TO MARRY XEROS MARTINEZ: A BILLIONAIRE WITH A DARK PAST.” “What… how is this possible?” He was the scary, infamous heir of the Marinez Empire, who was rumoured to handle all their illegal dealings. How had the Millers agreed on this arrangement?