Don T Marry Rich Be Rich Novels & Stories

Marry asks. " I don't know but if my mother will alive she would never let this happen to me," She said. " No one can do anything to these rich people they can buy you sell you and destroy you, like nothing," " The only way to get rid of them is," Marry said. " What?" She asks. "Become rich by yourself, this is my advice to you, never miss a chance to become rich, " "This is the way to get rid of your miseries, "

One second before the ceremony was set to begin, my groom, Alvin Mercer, suddenly turned and walked out. "Lillian, Hannah's exhibition is falling apart. She's home alone right now and I have to be with her. We'll reschedule the wedding." Hannah Deneuve was the maid's daughter he'd grown up with. I caught him by the cuff. My voice came out flat and cold. "Alvin, this is the sixth time you have called off our wedding for her. If you walk out that door today, you and I are finished." But Alvin flung my hand off. "Enough! We can get married any time. Hannah needs me right now!" He left without looking back, and my heart slowly went cold. The priest clutched his Bible, visibly uncomfortable, and

Richard was stuck. 'Kids, adult relationships are not as easy as you think. We cannot just get married because both of you made a wish, that only happens in the movies, my dear kids. We have to love each other first, and then there are so many other parts of us that need to work hand in hand so that if we get married, we will be happy. But you guys want me to marry her instantly? I can assure you that your mom would not jump on your idea as quickly as you think, trust me' Richard announced.

"You seem so confident in yourself!" Rebecca laughed mockingly at me. "Although confidence is a good thing, being a person still has to know where your place is. You and Matthew are people of two worlds, do you think you two will be happy? In the rich world, there are many people around marrying people from not very good backgrounds but at the end of their marriages all failed.You are far behind other girls who dream of becoming a rich lady, at least if those other people are not very talented. they are very beautiful, while you are nothing special." Rebecca raised her voice.

He turned to the crowd, "As you all know, I've been married to Lexy for two years now... not properly married because well I was an asshole for not attending our first wedding and she got kidnapped on the second.... but you won't blame me for not showing up, I didn't know she was this much of an amazing woman, I didn't know she was this one in a million queen. I didn't know she was this perfect. God knows I don't deserve this woman, I don't. She is everything I've never been and never will be. I have changed my entire life, everything About me completely just so I could at least measure up even the tiniest bit, not to be the perfect husband for her because I could never, but at least to be n

I could already sense a question forming in his mind. “So, Katrina." His tone may be polite but tinged with confusion. “I must admit, I’m a bit surprised. I don’t see any excitement in you. You’re about to marry into one of the wealthiest families in the country, and yet…” He trailed off, clearly expecting me to fill in the silence with giddy enthusiasm or a flushed smile. But I didn’t. Instead, I raised an eyebrow. “So, just because I’m marrying a rich man, I’m required to be excited?”

He placed the bouquet in my hands, and said it slow, every word full of promise. “Layla, I was an idiot before. But from today on, I’m going to make sure the whole world knows you’re my wife. Rico Valentino’s wife. The only mistress of the Valentino family. I’m going to give you the biggest wedding this city has ever seen. I’m going to make you the happiest woman in the world.” “So, Layla Valentino. Will you marry me? Again?” Tears streamed down my face, unstoppable. I choked out the words, nodding hard.

“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.”

When he saw me, he said, “Do you want to get married? I’ll give you at least two hundred thousand dollars a month as allowance.” At an offer like that, rejecting him would have been outright rude. Right after we introduced ourselves, we got married in the afternoon. During the two years of our marriage, we only saw each other once. In the beginning, I was worried that this was an elaborate scam, but he did not disrupt my life in any way in the past two years, aside from making me rich. “Ms. Snow, if there isn’t any problem with the form, please sign it and pick up your husband.”

He leaned his body against the chair. "Why won't God let me marry the love of my life?" The man said dramatically. "Because you are not handsome." "Because you're not rich." Axel and Auxel said those words simultaneously, and then both laughed at their friends. "You guys are not good friends!" Brandon was upset while looking the other way. "Hey, don't be mad. I'm here with good news too." Axel, who was already full, put his fork and knife upside down and crossed them, indicating that he didn't want to eat anymore.