Billionaire Wants To Get Married Novels & Stories

His hoarse whisper chilled her spine, "What do you want, Mr. Hamilton?" "You." The sharp and curt reply pierced her being like a thousand daggers. All the strength she had within herself washed down the drain and she just stood there, shocked to the core. "I mean, don't think too much, sweetheart. You are just a petty personal assistant. Don't think you can lure a rich man like me," He winked and she wanted to vomit. "but, I do need to get married to a good and decent girl if I want to take over that company."

She shrugged her shoulders making Sana’s eyes go wide. “Bitch? He is one of the most eligible bachelors in LA. His grandfather owns the biggest chain in the hotel industry in the state. He is listed second in the top ten youngest billionaires list. Here. He is surrounded by paparazzi. Oh my God, he looks yummy too. You just hit a jackpot.” She was jumping excitedly up and down while looking still shocked. Her heart skipped a beat. She had never really thought of it that way. Marrying a billionaire meant she would be in the eyes of the media. Her eyes widened.

"You're so good! Not only can you open your own company, but also get married. But I'm not happy that I wasn't invited to your wedding." To find out information about his private life, for his father, it is not difficult. As long as he had money, his father could know everything. But he didn't care about it because no matter how much his father knew, the paternity between him and his father had long since ended. The only reason he agreed to meet his father was because of Minerva. "You must be wondering what it is about your wife, right?" He replied: "What do you want to do to her?"

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.

"Then if you want, I can't guarantee you will live better in the future," "Why not?" Edric interrupted. He gritted his teeth in annoyance at Irene who refused to stay hidden. "You stay out of it!" Irene turned to Edric who was standing beside her. "And you just shut up!" Edric stepped in front of Irene and turned his back on her. "Mr. Edric is full of wealth. Still young but has managed to make the Dorian Company almost on par with H&Q," "It will even far exceed H & Q after I marry Irene later. So, think carefully about what I say and get out of front of Irene!"

I muttered and he looked up at me with hope in his eyes, giving me hope as well. “He's, well, a reclusive tycoon. You should have heard of him. Romanov Sleigh.” He replied and my brows furrowed as the name registered in my head. “Hold on, the billionaire tycoon? The one the world is sure is involved in underworld businesses?” I asked and when he nodded, it felt like I had just stepped into a trap. “That very one.” “Why does he want to get married? He's reclusive. Did he choose me specifically? Why?” I asked and my father had to put his hands out to stop me from asking more questions.

“Do you think there’s anything you could do that would be worth the loan? Anything?” My heart skips a beat, and I feel a glimmer of hope. “Yes, Mr. Noah, anything,” I say a little too fast, the urgency near choking. He leans forward, resting his elbows on his desk as he watches me carefully, his eyes never leaving mine. “My family has been on my case; they are disturbing me to settle down. They want me to get married, to show some stability. Even when I don’t think I am ready, I just want them to stop disturbing me,” he says, his lips curving slightly, almost mockingly. “If I give you this loan, Miss Rachel, I want you to marry me.”

He said, nodding his head. “Thank you, sir.” I replied with a pleased smile but his next words smacked the smile away from my face. “So how much do you want?” “Excuse me, sir?” “I hear you need investors to keep this place running; is that why you’re marrying my son? To push your gold-digging claws into him so that you can use his money to keep this place running? How much do you want so that you can take this marriage idea out of your head?”

"Do you understand why you're here?" "No, actually. Your officers mentioned fraud and coercion, but I haven't done anything illegal." "That remains to be seen." She pulled out a document, my marriage contract. "Explain this." My stomach churned. "It's a marriage contract. Where did you get that?" "Answer the question, please." "It's exactly what it looks like. Alexander and I entered into a contractual marriage arrangement." "For money." "Yes. Three million dollars over two years, plus medical expenses for my mother."

Thus Charlotte decided to give the billionaire a chance to say what he wanted. "Within three days is my marriage and my girlfriend dumped me." Something hitched in her throat, getting a clue of the man's agony. But how was she going to provide a solution to his problem, is what she could not make out. "Be my wife for one year and in return I will give you ten million dollars. You can get your mother operated on and as well as be able to bear the hospital expenses."