Billionaire #marriage Novels & Stories

My friend and I were surprised to learn that billionaire Joshua Carter was going to marry a woman from modest beginnings. “Well, I'd say this is a little different, but I've seen a billionaire marry a poor girl before, so it's kind of starting to become popular,” she commented, giggling at me and reminding me of my marriage to Jason. Yes, it was true that when I married Jason I wasn't a CEO or anything like that, so I chuckled too. “Well, as long as there is love, I think everything can work out,” I commented.

Serenity laughed and said, “I’ll believe it if you have evidence, but I’ll never believe it if you can’t prove that you’re a billionaire. “Billionaires aren’t ordinary people. Do you think you can find one just by strolling down the street? We got married out of convenience. If I ended up marrying a billionaire just like this, pigs might start flying.” He worked in York Corporation and also had York as his last name, so it was easy for others to suspect that he was related to the richest man in the city. However, the car he drove, the house he lived in, and the daily expenses he spent with her were no different from that of ordinary people. Furthermore, if he really were the heir of the York

“Tell me who he is and why he chose me as his wife.” She stood petrified in front of me, as if she didn’t know what to say, but I wouldn’t let her get away before she answered all my questions. “I don't understand why he chose you as his wife,” her voice came out shaky and slurred, “but Mr. Gregory is the heir to a multi-billion dollar empire. He needs a wife to take over the family business.” “Billionaire?” I whispered, and it was as if my strength went out like a balloon. ”I married a billionaire?”

I want to see everything and every detail of the big day. I saw a picture of the couple kissing and I gasped for a second. "No way!" I cried, it is unbelievable to see that a woman who had refused marriage to an average rich man sometime ago is currently married to one of the richest billionaires in the state. I sat on the couch for a longer while, looking at the screen of my phone like a dummy. The power was returned but I had lost the appetite to watch my program.

, I asked and she looked at me humiliated. "This is supposed to be the wedding of the century, no offense, but I have over 2,000 guests and no food, but I will never resort to some smelly cod", she pouted and I understood what she was saying. The whole world was waiting for the ultra famous model to be married to the ultra rich businessman, it was just rich marrying rich, which meant money was definitely going to be thrown around. For my wedding everyone was wondering who I was, to the public I do look like a boarding school rich kid, that had never really had parents. But I was hidden from the media, so the world was wondering who is the girl he's marrying.

He hissed. "I do have my things going. I am not the eldest son..." he didn't give many details. He was really a billionaire.. I didn't know if I should cry or laugh that I was married to a billionaire. It just made it obvious how screwed I was. I had threatened a billionaire to marry me. He was more powerful than I thought.

And so, with a heavy heart and a voice that threatens to betray me, I utter the words that seal our fate. "I do." As the ring slips onto my finger, I can feel the weight of it settling like a shackle, binding me to a life that is not my own. And yet, amidst the sea of unfamiliar faces and the swell of emotions, I only look for one person. The elegant lady who sat with the groom’s parents, her expression was unreadable, but her gaze was sharp, reminding me of the terms of our agreement. It was because of her that I was now privileged to wear a gown that I never thought I would, and it was because of her that I was pulled into a world that was vastly different from the one I had known all my l

spoke the man who was talking with his father. "And you're old enough to know that a man's knowledge of a business isn't determined by a wedding ring," Stefano countered, cold-blooded. "Nobody would trust a real estate consultant or a company that isn't managed by a married couple" Giordano spoke, somewhat annoyed by the tone his son was using. "I still don't understand why that's a must for a company that almost everyone knows about and sells itself." "It's important because people are interested in knowing more about the personal lives of celebrities who run big businesses than the companies themselves," the man insisted.

"Mr Draven, you've got a board meeting by 1 p.m." A tall, blonde secretary said. Damon Draven, who had been sitting with his back towards her, turned and faced her. "Oh got it, Lou," Damon said and went back to working on his laptop. Damon stared at his computer and typed away. Being a businessman who knew nothing, but business wealth, and riches, Damon had no friends. It was difficult to see him around people. Damon Draven was one of the richest billionaires in Brooklyn and one of the Top ten richest young men in the whole of America.

Do you think I would have asked for any of this in a million years if given a choice? Aneesa bit her lip before continuing. ‘By the time I was getting married, my father’s business was almost bankrupt. The wedding was a huge burden on him financially. I’ve paid him back every penny and made him sell the apartment he bought in Juhu as part of my dowry. I couldn’t stay and have them suffer the media on their doorstep every day. At least now they have some peace and my father is back on his feet and can provide for the rest of my family again. My career is over and