Novel & Cerita Billionaire #marriage

“No. I’m disgusted in you. But somehow you get to come up to me because of the man I married.” “I checked their ID. They are more than 18. But this is not about me. This is about you. And if I’m being honest, why would you go ahead to be with someone like that that has no money? Why did you not go for somebody that is at least a millionaire? I’ve heard the news. Your marriage was a wonderful one. You spent a lot on it. Had a lot of private ministers in it. But what happens next? You guys go on living your life happily ever after. Your image is shifting with this guy in it. As your friend, I’m telling you, think twice about it. It’s not too late to back out. Billionaires make mistakes all the

Lucky shrieked as she slapped Cherokee's arm. "I signed a contract, a marriage contract with Beck, he's giving me money, and other things, when the contract is over he will give me twenty thousand," Cherokee stated as she started pacing around the small room they both shared. "A marriage contract?!" Lucky bellowed as she got up from the bed and walked over to Cherokee gripping her arms. "So this, isn't even real? Your relationship?" "Perhaps I can make it real," Cherokee wished as she made her way to her dresser to get the last of her clothing into her suitcase.

She will make their lives miserable. When Oscar was dumbfounded by Aretha's words, he turned to see Roger, who was sitting leisurely in his chair, watching them. This person is a billionaire of AL. Oscar has to rely on Roger a lot. He doesn't want to lose the mountain of gold in front of him. If his daughter Jenny were to marry Roger, then the second half of Oscar's life would be worry-free. Oscar made a serious face at Aretha, raising his voice. "The police will take you away in a while. You will be arrested for abusing the company's public funds and assaulting others. This crime is hard to escape."

His face turned red, and his breaths became haggard, fierce veins were beginning to make way to his forehead and his eyes were bloodshot. He was tired! Tired of what they called marriage. He was exhausted from being in a trap that was nothing close to happiness. He was a sad man, a depressed and unhappy married billionaire. Richard owned the largest bank in Southern California. Apart from that, he had other business establishments in some parts of the United States. He also owned a large winery, had shares in other top companies and made investments worth billions. No doubt, he was a young, rich, handsome, and successful man.

It was still early morning, and work hadn’t fully started, so gossip was welcome. When she reached Anna’s desk, where most of them had gathered, she paused and smiled again. “Well,” she said slowly, enjoying the suspense, “I just got some classified information.” Gasps followed immediately. “It turns out,” Nate continued, “that the tech billionaire divorced his wife not too long ago. And guess why?” Everyone leaned in. “Because of the woman he is about to marry now.” The hall erupted. “What?” “He was married before?” “Who would divorce such a handsome man?”

Outside, the city blurred into night; inside, the car hummed with a quiet that broke only when a notification buzzed on Elena’s phone—an alert of headlines and speculation already forming online. She opened it with hands that trembled only slightly and saw the first of the morning’s angles beginning to take shape. Her breath caught when she read a line that had begun its life as a whisper at the table and now sat bold and hungry on the screen: *“Billionaire’s bride: business move or true love?”*

“I know. I just don’t understand why they’re so fixated on me. I’m not anyone important.” “Babe, I’m really sorry to say this but it’s not just you.” Tiffany frowned. “I dug up more about your husband,” she made the quotation signals in the air with her fingers, “and he’s like the most eligible bachelor in Europe, especially France. Maybe that’s why we don’t really know him back when we were in Ireland or even here in London, but you get what I mean. He’s a billionaire who’s a son of a billionaire and apparently he’s listed in Thirty Under Thirty by Forbes or something. Anyway,” Tiffany shook her head as if trying to reach her point, “he’s famous so when a famous person marries someone, news

He looked at Sherin for a split second with mixed emotions in his eyes. "That powerful CEO? The child in your womb is his?" asked Mark, confirming. Sherin nodded her head hesitantly. "Gosh, Sherin. I might not have a problem if your partner was another man. But this is... Xavier! You won't be able to marry him!" Sherin couldn't answer for a moment. However, a crazy idea in her brain made her think of something. "I'm going to Xavier's company office right now to discuss this-" "No way!" Mark cut Sherin off. "Sherin, listen, your name is already trending. You know, he has business connections to other companies. During your meetings with your boutique business colleagues, you're embarrassed be

We made the arrangements just before we got married, along with planning the home. Kay and I didn't just get married for having sex all the time,which we do very well and often together with a fiery passion. We had a purpose in mind and we saw the potential in us to build that which we desire. Our union was to join forces and continue building together with one mind and spirit. Although I had heard some rumours saying, that the billionaire CEO was addicted to sex, it was all a lie. Kay's body count was 2 and he was 27 years old. I was 23, a virgin.

When I looked up, I saw Clark striding over. The moment he saw me in Thomas’ arms, he frowned. Thomas glared at him and Gary coldly before practically spitting out, “You abducted my wife and were going to send her to a mental asylum. Don’t you think you owe me an explanation?” Gary scoffed. “An explanation? Who do you think you are? You’re not worth my time explaining myself to you.” However, Clark’s expression had changed because he recognized the man before him. Thomas Lane was among the top 10 of Forbes Billionaires and the one in charge of Lane Corporation.