Bride Of Mr Billion Novels & Stories

“Vivian, what are you doing crying like a baby? so your intentions are to paint me evil should it be your husband walks in now you would say I beat you up right? Anyways, that's not happening” Jolting and snapping out of her traumatic experience Vivian got a hold of herself. “What is your mission here in my house?” She asked softly, “I thought you left Jerald already? What are you doing back here? Is it because he is way richer now? And no longer the struggling young man you left then? I know you are here for the money. I can get him to write you a good cheque that will take care of you and your lifestyle. please just leave my marriage alone please”

In that tacky, over-the-top bedroom they called "fancy." But... wasn't she dead? "Mom, there's no way I'm marrying Damian Cross! They say he's hideous, cruel, and hates women! Who knows how I'd end up if I married him!" "I'm the medical prodigy of Meridian City! I'm destined for greatness—why would I waste myself on some powerless, ugly nobody? If I marry anyone, it'll be the future heir of the Cross Consortium!" A shrill voice pierced through the air from downstairs.

"My grandfather, the founder of the Vallocchi Group, was a man of traditional, if somewhat stagnant, values. His will contains a specific clause regarding the succession of the family empire. To maintain my position as Chairman and secure the final forty percent of the inheritance, I must be married—or at least, publicly committed to a suitable bride—by the end of this fiscal year." Lily let out a short, disbelieving laugh. "You’re a billionaire. You could have any woman in this city. Why go through the trouble of buying a girl from a slum and forcing her into a contract?" Dante leaned forward, his shadow falling over the desk. "Because 'any woman' in this city comes with a family, a backgro

"What?!" "Don't raise your voice at me, Laura," her father said sternly. She composed herself. "What does Miller Estate have to do with this? It's Mom's, her inheritance to me," she said, her brow furrowing involuntarily. "And your mother is my wife, Laura. Miller Estate is still in my name," he replied. "And if you don't marry Draco, Miller Estate will be one of the things we'll lose. I'm sure you don't want that to happen, you love Miller Estate so much," he added.

“You’re maybe thirty-one at most, and you’re one of the most handsome and charming bachelors in the country. You’re a long way from ancient.” “You think I’m handsome and charming?” Now he was getting somewhere. She rolled her eyes and smirked. “I’m not the only one.” “But you’re the only one I’m asking to marry me. I’ve made my billions. Now, I want to make a family.” Her eyes widened and she edged back, pulling her hand away in the process. “Easy, tiger. You just jumped from marriage to babies in sixty seconds flat. Don’t you think we should take some time to talk this through?”

Blaqk would openly compete with his son, who has way more money than him; he literally signed up for failure. “Seventy million!” He shouted angrily, and Mrs. Blaqk also began to look annoyed, and her dignity slowly began to crack. “Seventy million, one dollar,” Ryan chuckled, and the venue erupted once again in murmurs and chatter. It was really a lively atmosphere. “One hundred million,” Mr. Blaqk said. “One hundred and one million" “Two hundred million” “Two hundred million and one.” The bidding went on until it reached... “nine hundred and ninety-nine million dollars.” As Ryan said this, everyone began to look at him with shock—almost one billion dollars just for a bracelet.

“Yeah you should.” Mr. Hill’s response wounded Lizzie deeply but she had to conceal it, afterall, he did buy her for 25 million dollars.

I said " What about your vows to each other? It's not important? You should take what belongs to you" " What belongs to me? I can't compete with those women, Diana. I just want to focus on my studies and make a name for myself too" I said not wanting to stress myself over him "Who said you're to compete? He's yours already! Make a name for yourself? Girlllll you are Mrs Williams! The number one Billionaire in Annex city wife. What other name do you want to make for yourself again? " You didn't force yourself on him, he agreed to marry you! You don't deserve any of this!" She continued

“Wouldn’t what? Get caught up in something over his head? Because that is exactly what has occurred from where I am standing. Leila swallowed hard. Tunde had always been smart, but he was also young, ambitious, and sometimes reckless. If he had gotten mixed up with the wrong people… No. She wouldn’t let him go down for this. She forced herself to meet Adrian’s gaze. “What do you want?” Adrian leaned back against the bar, considering her. Then he said, casually—too casually— “Marry me.” Leila looked up. “What?” His smirk didn’t waver. "Wedding me." Laughter bubbled up in her chest, sharp and incredulous. “That’s the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard.”