Don T Marry Rich Be Rich Novels & Stories

She pulled a rusted iron ring from her pocket and tried to shove it onto my finger. When her hand brushed against the wedding band on my ring finger, her expression twisted in disgust. "Alright, the show's over. Can you and June stop standing so close? I'm your future wife. Do you have any respect for me at all?" I glanced at Marcus. The unwilling look in his eyes made me smile. "Didn't you say Marcus was the only one in your heart? Why are you suddenly willing to marry me? Guess your love isn't that deep, after all. I also heard that when you couldn't pay at the auction house, you left your beloved behind as collateral."

"I left him while you were still growing inside me. I chose you over everything he had. And I would choose you again a thousand times." I reached across and put my small hand over hers. She turned her palm up and held it. "Promise me something," she whispered. "Anything, Mama." "Never marry a billionaire." .... *Twenty three years later.* .... The restaurant was beautiful in the way that expensive things always are, all dim gold lighting and white linen and the kind of silence that money buys so that rich people never have to hear the world outside. I sat across from Gabriel Weston and watched his mouth move. He was saying the right things. They always say the right things. Flowers on the ta

I had to be strong. Unconsciously, I replayed the offer again. Marry a man I barely know. Live together as husband and wife for fourteen months. No emotion. No attachment. Just appearance. How could I manage that? But the amount was enormous. Millions of dollars. I could clear my parents’ debts, pay my sister’s medical bills, maybe even take her out of the hospital. I could start fresh build my own business. But at what cost? I knew the world of wealthy men was entirely different. Could I adapt? Could I survive? Could I keep my independence or would I become a pawn in a twisted game?

Shane asked. "Poor boy, don't be delusional. Even if you have a million, you won't have an additional million to buy her a house, a car!" Ed disdained looking at Shane. "Don't forget who you are. I, Ed Everhart, have the ability to marry a rich wife and start a company. But, don't think that marrying Valeria will allow you to open a company and become a boss!" Ed didn't like people using his money to achieve something, just like his father-in-law hadn't liked it when he did the same many years ago.

"But only on three conditions." "I'm listening." "First, be honest about why you really want to marry me." "I thought I was clear. It's purely for my business and -" "Bullshit." I cut him off. "I'm not as dumb as you think, Mr Hunt. Your company is worth billions. You are the most successful entrepreneur in the country. You don't need to marry some stupid random girl to boost your business. So, what's the reason a billionaire like you is so desperate to marry me."

“I don't want to marry someone all in the name of business.” “You want a marriage out of love,” his voice taking on a hard edge. “Rich families marry into rich families to keep their wealth. That's how we keep our business alive.” “Marriage is not business. I'll decide what I want for myself,” giving an all-around stern aura. “You handle million-dollar deals like shooting fish in a barrel, then treat marriage as if it's a broken toy.” I sighed in exasperation and looked at him. He sat comfortably like a judge that wants to give a final judgment.

Lena said. "You're my wife." He said it without inflection, and somehow that was worse than if he'd said it warmly, because it meant he genuinely saw no contradiction between the word and the cold calculation underneath it. "The terms are whatever we decide to make them." Lena finished her pasta in silence, considering the offer, considering the apartment around her, considering the specific exhaustion in her own body that came from three years of working two jobs and still not quite catching up. She thought about her sister's husband's voice through the wall. She thought about what her aunt had said about not falling in love, and how easy that instruction seemed standing across from a man w

I definitely learned my lessons. Number one, marry rich. Number two, marry rich and good looking spouse. And number three? Well that's what my second sister taught me; marry someone who has all above but is loyal and treats you like a treasure, or more. She marries a Greek god who's smart and good looking but sure has a shitty playboy trait. Yeah he has a high paying job so he might not born rich like my sister in law but he knows how to make money. They live like a nomad, moving to a new country every few years because he itches to find a job with more challenges and higher pay, but I sure know the real reason behind it.

Vikas goes back with the laptop after a bow of his head. I'm feeling stupid, embarrassed. His expression is amused, which has happened for the first time. I squint my eyes at him coldly, " Why did you marry me? I'm not... um! " I stop, " I'm not a wealthy person. I don't know how to use a laptop. " I'm having trouble digesting all this. First, according to me, he's a small businessman, suddenly he turns into a mafia king, now he's a billionaire and soon to be a trillionaire. This man can leave me at any time. I don't know how to use a laptop. How could someone be so dumb? " It's a piece of cake. " He says.

Yet, Bailey was open and straightforward with it. "I was serious about what I said earlier," she said. "I found myself very strongly attracted to you from the moment I first set my eyes on you. Irene was the one who didn't know how to cherish you. Oh, well, it's her loss." Bailey then blushed after saying that. "My parents weren't born rich. I know that they would appreciate someone like you even more. So, if we really were to date and get married, I can guarantee that we will all treat you really, really well."