Billionaire Wants To Get Married Novels & Stories

His face was covered with shock. "When I saw the news about Allen Walker's marriage, I told my wife several times that you weren't the bride. But I've just been proven wrong. What exactly are you up to, young lady? You want to get married to a billionaire and then run away with my money?" He asked as he stepped closer to me, his eyes traveled down to my fingers and when he didn't see a ring, his face scrunched up in confusion. This was exactly what I was afraid of. People would think because I married a billionaire and appeared on TV, then I was suddenly a billionaire too.

she said "Because if you did, you would have seen your ex-girlfriend on it a few times with her billionaire husband, of course." The man’s shock was immediate. He had never thought about it this way. Claire, the woman he had loved, had gone on to marry a billionaire? The revelation hit him harder than anything Charlotte had said before. "Claire is married? To a billionaire?" he asked, his voice incredulous. It was clear he hadn’t been following Claire’s life after their breakup, and the news was both shocking and humbling.

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.

"I'm getting you new set of clothes. Seeing your sense of fashion today, and I can't particularly say I was impressed. It's Asher btw." Realization dawned on me, followed by a jab at my heart and an eye roll. I could barely afford my bills, how the hell was I supposed to get clothes that suited his taste? Arriving at my apartment, I noticed that the lights were on. Right. I had to tell Diane. I just signed a marriage contract today which practically means I'm now a married woman. I mentally flinched at that reality. It hadn't set it yet. The reality that I was now married to the grandson of Howard Companies, a multi billionaire.

"If you're talking about money, you know I am not into---" "I know." He cut me by putting his index finger on my lips. "But you have no choice, Sophia Yzabelle Kelley because you're married to me and you married one of the top billionaires in California." He winked at me and God knows how much I wanted to smack the arrogant smile playing on his lips. "So, you really owned this mansion?" "We, sweetheart, owned this mansion."

“I want whatever you want. Tomorrow. Next year. A courthouse. A beach at sunrise. A rooftop with just us and the city lights. I don’t care about the details. I care about you.” Tears stung my eyes—happy ones this time. “I want something small,” I said. “Intimate. Real. Emma as maid of honor. Mr. Thomas walking me down the aisle. Your mom there. No press. No spectacle. Just the people who matter.” He nodded. “Done.” “And soon,” I added. Voice barely above a whisper. “I don’t want to wait years. I’ve waited long enough to feel like this.” His eyes softened. “Then we don’t wait.”

Her voice went high, confused, almost offended on my behalf. I shrugged, trying to breathe through the pressure building in my chest. “I don’t know. But the lawyer said that if I refuse to marry Caleb within seven days, he will get all his inheritance. If Caleb refuses, I get everything. We have to get married and have a boy child within a year of being married so that if anything happens to us, he can take over the businesses in the future." Jen stared at me, blinking repeatedly. “Emily, I am extremely confused. Do you mind telling me what happened, again? You're saying you are expected to marry a stranger and have a kid with him?" I nodded, burying my face in my hands, feeling overwhelmed.

And he had taken it, spent it, erased it like it meant nothing. "The lawyer's appointment on Monday is cancelled," he continued. "I took care of it this afternoon." This afternoon. While I was serving champagne at Cassie's party, he was destroying my escape route. "However," he said, pulling a folder from his desk drawer, "if you agree to this marriage, I'll give you something better than that trust fund. I'll give you three million dollars." The number hung in the air between us.

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.

He was the one who talked me into being there and told me that it would be a nice way to spend our weekend, and this was what I got at the end of the day. He didn't even run after me. It tore me to pieces. I didn't think this was how things were going to end. One of the reasons I made sure to establish myself with the amount of reputation and wealth I had was because no man would have the audacity to look down on me. My husband was equally successful, we were a famous couple that the entire world knew, loved, and talked about. That kind of celebrity couple that everyone loved and admired, having that the both of them, man and woman, were an icon of status and wealth, on their own.