Don T Marry Rich Be Rich Novels & Stories

First, I married Aaron Knight, the richest billionaire in the world, my'so-called,' husband, who doesn't even look at me once, he despises me that much. I despise him because he pushed me to marry him, which is why I despise him so much. "But Amy, I'm not hungry; I just need to sleep," I said her as my sight wandered across the living room to a huge, expensive-looking couch. To be honest, I don't have much of an appetite after this marriage. "No, no, sweetie, at the very least eat a bit. You'll enjoy my cuisine, I'm sure "She persisted, a puppy expression on her face.

“Too bad I’m not rich. This is the first time I fall hard for a woman. I’m afraid she’s not the right one.” “Don’t say that.” Triana tried to comfort him to lessen his worries. She predicted this would likely happen since Lara was from a wealthy family. Like her, marriage meant business. She prayed that if they were meant to be together, Lara and Austin would get through this hardship. She liked Austin for Lara, their personality complimented each other, and they had the same wavelength.

And even my fiancé. I no longer wanted to dwell on what she'd taken before. And I no longer wanted to give way to her. "Lucas and I have ended our engagement." She stared at me as if she hadn't understood, dumbfounded. "W-what?" In her eyes, I saw disbelief, and a hint of barely concealed joy. After all, Lucas was wealthy and powerful, handsome, owned a public company, and had limitless potential. Who would be foolish enough to leave him?

The fact that this was a penthouse, at night, and I was alone with the one most powerful man in the city. "No," I breathed. "No, no, no…" Armstrong stepped closer. "I need company. For the night. I was very clear with your boss… about what I was looking for." The room tilted. I backed away, shaking my head. "There's been a mistake. I'm married. I have a husband. I thought this was a job job…a real job…" "This is a real job," Armstrong said, and there was something almost gentle in his voice now. "Just not the kind you were expecting."

In my last life, I married the gentle tech mogul and my sister married the ruthless Mafia Don. Both our marriages were disasters. Reborn the day before the weddings, I decided we were swapping husbands. My mother caught me at the airport, right before the private jet took off. She pointed a finger at me, furious. "Are you out of your mind?! Who gave you the right to make a decision like this? You had a perfect match with a tech mogul, and you're throwing it away for that… that fucking gangster?"

My voice had returned, but my throat was dry. "That's right. It was just a trial," she confirmed with a scornful laugh. "I needed to prove to the board of directors that, even in the most desperate circumstances, I can still attract a loyal partner and build up everything from scratch. "Jared is my investor and my real fiance. You're just some guy I picked at random to fulfill the role of my husband in this social experiment. It just so happened that you and Jared have the same last name, Lewis." "So that ten-million-dollar debt…"

, he kissed me strongly, pressing his top lip against mine roughly. "I have turned you into a cheesy guy", I rubbed my finger against the tip of his nose, slightly. "Only for you, my dear", he pulled me into his embrace. "I would never divorce you, if you're curious, how else would I find a rich billionaire to afford my fancy lifestyle", I kissed his lips lightly, feeling the pain rush through me. "Yeah right, I'm the one with a fancy lifestyle you're the girl who uses coupons and cash back, I never worried about those things", he said knowing he wasted money solving all of this rather than working.

Now. … As soon as I stepped off the plane, news reports flooded in about Leander abandoning the wedding and leaving Dinah stranded at the altar. "They say Dinah left Leander years ago, and that's why he went abroad. So why would he leave her now, just before the wedding?" someone whispered. Ryan murmured, "Mamma, are they talking about Don Beaumont?" I let out a chuckle, slipping my hand into Ryan's as I led him out of the airport. "It doesn't involve us anymore."

I blinked, struggling to reconcile this wreck of a man with the Brian I once knew. He'd lost so much weight. His cheekbones jutted out sharply, and his carefully styled hair hung in tangled strands across his forehead. He looked hollowed out, like something vital had been scooped from his chest, leaving only an empty shell behind. "Brian." My voice came out calm, so calm it surprised me. "What are you doing here? Who I marry has nothing to do with you." He lurched forward, a desperate, unsteady step. "Nothing to do with me? You were my fiancée. I was going to spend my life with you—"

"You're not seriously going to marry that bastard, are you? Everyone in our circle knows about all the awful things he's done. Don't be stupid and throw yourself into that pit of fire." It seemed the publicity campaign was working well. A faint smile tugged at my lips. "Don't worry. I've chosen a different match." I would not waste another moment of my life on Grayson. Just as the bracelet situation was resolved, my engagement to Emmett Harlow, the son of the wealthiest man in the country, was finalized. Both families sat together to discuss setting a date for the formal engagement. The registration of marriage and the wedding would require much longer preparation. Emmett's mother smiled war