Billionaire Wants To Get Married Novels & Stories

he said quietly, “I’m offering you a contract marriage.” The room went silent, as though dead. “You and I will get married. Publicly, Legally, yet temporarily.” “Are you insane?” I hissed. My voice cracked. “Absolutely not. Why would I— why would you—” “It would solve everything,” he cut in. “For both of us.” “No. No, that’s not—Alexander, this is ridiculous—” “Your family can’t force you to do anything when you're my wife. And the media can’t pick apart something that becomes official.”

“What is this?” “A proposal,” he said. “A solution. My father’s will contains a clause that requires me to be married within the year to maintain certain corporate protections. I need a wife—under terms that protect my interests. You need payment for your brother’s surgery. I provide funds, you provide marriage for one year. No emotional entanglement. A formal, legal arrangement.” The room tilted in on itself. Elena felt disoriented as if the carpet had moved. “Are you—are you offering me money for marriage?” Her laugh sounded broken and incredulous. “That’s—cruel.”

She slid into the booth, eyes scanning iris's face. “Damn. That bad?” Iris nodded and took the second shot in one clean motion. “Worse. My dad wants me to marry Marx Danver.” Her words made Dina blinked, “wait, what? The CEO, Marc Danver?” Dina blinked again. “The same. Ruthless CEO of Babel & co tech industries.,” “ That build his empire behind the back of the weaklings.” “Exactly.” Dina leaned back folding her arm. “ And your dad thinks marrying you off to him will fix things?”

Do you honestly think a guy like Alexander Bluemoon is going to let me get away with defrauding him of that amount of cash? “Alexander Bluemoon? The alpha billionaire?” Miah queried in consternation. “He’s the guy who wants to hire a wife? For goodness’ sake, he’s always knee-deep in supermodels and actresses. Why would he have to pay a woman he doesn’t know to marry him?” “Because a long time ago, he was supposed to get married, but it didn’t work out. This time around, he wants a marriage of convenience on a strict business basis.”

As she will soon be out of this hell house. … ….. "Honey, what happened at the party? Did you talk to that businessman?" Ashley asked her husband. "Yes, I have" Thomas replied, being absent minded. He still couldn't believe what Neil said. Why would a billionaire like him ask to marry an ordinary family's daughter? Well they never were solvent. No matter how much Thomas tried to make his business successful, he always failed. And that billionaire wants to marry his daughter? He can't even afford the wedding. "Why would he do that?" Thomas asked himself. "He did what?" Ashley asked, hearing him say that.

A staring competition had started between Ariana and her parents. She desperately needed answers because she couldn’t understand why this strange man had decided to ask to marry her out of all things he could possibly ask for. Her mother sighed. “Alexander savage is a multi billionaire”. Martha said. “So?” Ariana raised her brow at her mother, her mother had mentioned him being a multi billionaire as if it was supposed to explain why he was suddenly interested in marrying her. “Mum what if he is a billionaire, why does he want to get married to me?” She asked.

I inquired as he return my phone. “Why? Don’t you like to marry your handsome billionaire?”He uttered in his confident tone and slightly raising his two brows like he’s trying to say something that I can’t able to comprehend. “Seriously?” “Which church?” He stated then start the engine of the car. “You’re freaking mad! I don’t wanna get marry like this! I want to have a romantic, an expensive and luxurious wedding where the world can see me shinning brighter than I’m in the runway or in the camera. Gosh I wanted to-“

“And this has to do with me?” “I want you to marry me.” The café seemed to tilt. She laughed. Loudly. “That’s insane.” He reached into his coat and placed a folded document on the table. A check. Her laughter died. The amount made her dizzy. Half a million dollars. “I’ll cover your mother’s medical bills,” he said. “All of them. Immediately. The rest is yours.” Her hands trembled. “You don’t even know me.” “I don’t need to.” “That’s supposed to convince me?”

He'd told her with his usual care free grin. "Just because I'm marrying you, doesn't mean I can't get things for myself. I've lived on my own so far and can do so in the future regardless of the fact who my husband is." She'd shot right back, titling her chin up at him. He'd stared at her, looking exasperated before looking up at the roof of the car they were sitting inside. Turning his head towards her, he'd explained patiently, "Not that I'm bragging or anything, but you're going to be marrying a billionaire. Once we're out in the public as a couple, the media will scrutinize your every move starting from the way you act around others right down to the kind of shoes you wear and I don't wa

he said seriously. “Oh my god, Bruce, you can’t come with me,” she said with fright. “Why not?” “Because you can’t! I mean . . . I would love to have you with me, but you got . . . obligations. Hell, you’re getting married Saturday – supposedly,” she said with wide eyes. She couldn’t accept that he was still going to marry Catherine despite what they had. “One of the benefits of being a billionaire developer is that you can always say you had business come up as an excuse to . . . do what you really want to do without anyone being the wiser,” he said with confidence.