Romans & histoires Dumped The Scumbag, Now I'm Married To A Billionaire

i gave her a warm glance and she nods, tapping my shoulder lightly. I was ready to shed my sorrows. I’d sulked too long, crying over George, craving closure, feeling betrayed by my parents. Now I had a whole year to myself: just a wife on paper, with fake smiles for the paparazzi. I might as well start enjoying it. Marrying a billionaire was something most people considered lucky. But in my case, it felt like a prison sentence. My heart still bled, and hatred burned in every fiber of me for the man I once dearly loved. Still, this billionaire was my ladder to the top. George Miller better watch his back.

It was the first honest sentence in a long while that had cost me nothing, and the first that frightened me. "Why did you really agree to marry me?" I asked next. "Say it plain." "The will. And Richard's books." He didn't dress it up. "Your estate records may show where that money went. I won't pretend that wasn't part of it." "Part of it." "I signed away the money before you said yes. That wasn't about the books." "It doesn't fix this." I closed the folder. "I've been married to a man who decided what I deserved to know. I'm not doing it twice."

“No—no, I mean it! You don’t get to hush me. You married into the damn Archer family! Do you even realize how insane that is?” “I realize it more than you think.” She paused on the other end. “What’s that supposed to mean?” “Diana…” I trailed off, leaning back against the headboard. “You wouldn’t understand.” “Try me,” she said with a playful tone. “Because from where I’m standing, you hit the jackpot. Gorgeous billionaire husband, insane mansion, no bills to pay—girl, are you even real anymore?” I laughed, but there was no joy in it. “You think this is some kind of fantasy, don’t you?”

I heard a girl commenting. " Being born with a golden spoon is no joke. She has such a bad reputation yet a billionaire agreed to take her as his wife." " Oh my she has no shame. At least she could have considered fuck boy as her husband why go for decent man like Mr Caspar Mcadam." My ears buzzed with their hateful comments. I don't know why they are so jealous of me without even knowing my situation. I'm not enjoying or feeling prideful because I married a billionaire. Fucking whores don't even know how fucked up I'm right now.

‘ What those two incidents had in common is the key. ‘Well’, I gulped down my wine. ‘Then I was about to Marry a billionaire who was a Mafia Boss. Now, I am already married to one. I guess it was after our first night together that I realized we are going to be together for a long time.’ ‘A billion dollar cheque for your thoughts.” The deep voice interrupted my reverie. I glanced at his way. He in his PJ trousers. Leaving his bare chest for me to drool over. I pursed my lip.

He says As we start moving to the cafeteria in the office building. "So how does it feel living with a billionaire? You didn't even bother calling me. At first I was worried about how your insemination went and the next thing I see is my best friend who's an independent career woman getting married to a hot sexy italian billionaire."He says with a shocked look on his face. "I mean I was shocked, Because he swore never to get married"He says..

“No. I’m disgusted in you. But somehow you get to come up to me because of the man I married.” “I checked their ID. They are more than 18. But this is not about me. This is about you. And if I’m being honest, why would you go ahead to be with someone like that that has no money? Why did you not go for somebody that is at least a millionaire? I’ve heard the news. Your marriage was a wonderful one. You spent a lot on it. Had a lot of private ministers in it. But what happens next? You guys go on living your life happily ever after. Your image is shifting with this guy in it. As your friend, I’m telling you, think twice about it. It’s not too late to back out. Billionaires make mistakes all the

Eight years ago when I married a billionaire I thought my life would be a lot better, that I don't have to worry about money, that I'm gonna have someone by my side no matter what happens. But now I'm just a whore to that same man. Being kicked to the curb with no money in my bank account. How funny life has become.

"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 woke up in a bed that wasn’t mine, in a room that wasn’t mine, married to a billionaire I’d known for less than a day. I stared at the ceiling. That was my life now. The billionaire. The marriage. The fifty million dollars. And somehow… it was only Thursday. Wednesday had been a lot. I showered in a bathroom stocked with products I didn’t recognize, lined up perfectly on the shelf — Ms. Hale’s work, no doubt. She seemed like the kind of person who anticipated needs before you even knew you had them.