Billionaire Arranged Marriage Novels Novels & Stories

"Let's just say certain…family obligations require a change in my marital status. And you, Miss Moore, possess a certain charm and…unexpectedness that suits my needs." Charm? Unexpectedness? Such vague answers did little to quell my unease. "But why a baker? There must be a hundred socialites lining up for the chance to be Mrs. Billionaire." A rueful smile played on his lips. "Socialites are predictable, Miss Moore. You, on the other hand, present an intriguing…wild card." Wild card? The term sent a shiver down my spine. Was I signing up to be a pawn in some high-stakes game I didn't even understand?

Third Book in the Billionaire Series. My Marriage is a Contract. Messed with my Arrogant Boss. The Billionaire’s Hidden Legacy "I don’t want to work for you. What if I refuse?" She asked and Lucas chuckled. "That, my dear, is not an option," Lucas replied as he dropped a pen on the file. "Sign it, or you can say goodbye to ever working,” he reminded her. Kiandra Aidan's life gets turned upside down when she gets drugged and has a one-night stand with a handsome stranger who turns out to be none other than a dangerous billionaire, Lucas Valencia and gets pregnant with his child.

"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.

“Owner of the carter jewelry line, the product architect of BoltX Inc —the most famous car company in the world,” The Car part… took me off guard. “He's like one of the youngest and most handsome multi-billionaires in our city!” She gushed. “And the rudest too,” I chimed. “You can not deny the fact that he is handsome though,” She said. “How is Alex?” I immediately changed the topic of the conversation. “Why didn’t he come with you?”

Diana Elizabeth Pembroke. “Oh my God,” Maya breathed. “You did it.” “I did it.” I set down the pen, my hand shaking. “I just agreed to marry a stranger.” “A hot stranger who’s paying you two million dollars.” “That doesn’t make this less insane.” “No. But it makes it profitable insanity.” Maya hugged me. “Okay. What happens now?” I pulled out my phone. Found Xander’s number from the business card he’d given me at The Vault, the one I’d kept despite telling myself I wouldn’t.

No affection. Just a billionaire who got what he wanted— And left her needing more.

“Never again.” The vows were simple. Honest. Real. And when they kissed, it wasn’t a revelation. It was a continuation. Some love stories begin loudly. Others survive everything first. _____________ Author’s Note Thank you for reading The Billionaire’s Proxy Bride. What began as an idea grew into something far bigger than I imagined, and the support and encouragement I’ve received along the way have meant more than I can properly put into words.Thank you for staying until the end. Thank you for believing in Lena, Damon, and Amara.

While Victoria thrived in the spotlight, modeling, attending galas, collecting admirers, Elena found solace in art and teaching. She never envied Victoria's glamorous life, content with her quiet existence teaching high school students to express themselves through painting. The arranged marriage was negotiated months ago. Alexander Blackwell, a 34-year-old billionaire known for his cutthroat business tactics and emotional detachment, agreed to the union as it would give him access to the Martinez hotels' prime real estate locations. He met Victoria three times during formal negotiations, polite, professional meetings where she played her part perfectly. Elena had only seen him once.

“That’s what’s going on. It’s the first step in getting away from lying scum like you.” “Ava, please, baby, let’s talk. Let me explain everything to you.” Ava chuckled humorlessly. It was funny how she had been probing him all this while, trying to know what he was hiding, and yet her mind could never have grasped this particular secret. She would never have guessed, even with a gun to her head: That her forced husband is a billionaire.

"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.