Flash Marriage Spouse Is A Wealthy Family Novels & Stories

She bluffed with so much confidence, and that almost made me throw up. “You? Who do you think you are, Sharon?” I chuckled. She furrowed her brows trying to process my words. “I am married to Lucian Houston, whose name never missed the chance to be on the Television, news, and magazines everyday. One of the richest men in the country is my husband, not any ordinary man, Lucian Houston!”

The clash was too shocking and surprising. He raised his voice, but still controlled. “now Listen carefully. I’m giving you a choice.” He pulled out a business card from his pocket and slid it straightly across the counter. It felt cold. Heavy. “Marry me. Sign a contract. Fourteen months. You’ll be entitled to three million dollars. No feelings. No attachment. Power and total control only.” What! I blinked at the card again and again, as though it were some dead joke which can never come Alive.

“Sorry. That was—” “Accurate,” he said, surprising her. “My family prefers appearances. I prefer not being watched.” He motioned for her to sit in the living room. She chose the sofa, heart thudding. Jesse sat in the armchair across from her, forearms resting on his knees, eyes steady. “Evelyn,” he began, “you asked yesterday if the marriage benefits my family.” “Yes.” “It does.” The honesty was so blunt it almost knocked the breath from her.

No one expected Andreas to go to such lengths. “So, is the news about your relationship with Nadine ending true?” “Does this mean the wedding of the Sanders Group heir will take place soon?” Andreas smiled with joy. He confidently took hold of Vlora's hand, pulling her to his side. In a glance, he noticed that unintentionally, the four of them were perfectly positioned to be the focus of the cameras. Bryan was right beside Andreas. His son embraced him and turned slightly to give a meaningful smile. “It seems so. We will get married soon. You know, right? Our parents have started complaining about grandchildren.”

"We'll buy a new one if you don't like it. Your husband always has money for you." She broke out with a smile. "My husband is the best!" Helen was stunned to see the sweet interaction between me and my wife. She burst out, "You're married!" I nodded. I showed her my family's ancestral ring on my wife's finger. "Yup. We met when I was out of the country for an observation trip a few years ago. It felt like we'd known each other for ages. It didn't take long for us to get together." Helen's heart broke. She was almost crying.

My thumb hovered over the green answer button. For three days, I had waited. Three days of humiliation. Three days of unanswered questions. Three days of watching my name become the country's favorite headline. ABANDONED BRIDE LEFT AT ALTAR. BILLIONAIRE CHOOSES SOCIALITE OVER FIANCÉE. WEDDING OF THE YEAR ENDS IN DISASTER. Every headline reopened the wound. And through it all... Nothing. No call. No message.

Even then I had been willing to swallow what I’d been sent if it meant this wedding could still go on. My engagement to the Stallion family had been the trendiest topic of the month. The Stallions were one of the richest families in the city, even with the parents long separated. The first child had married five years ago—another media circus. Now it was the second child’s turn. Jake. And he had left his bride standing at the altar. What would people say if I walked out those hall doors without tying the knot? There were no guests—it was meant to be only me, my husband, and the priest—but cameras were everywhere. It would be reported before nightfall that I had been left at the altar.

The car finally pulled up to a large, classic-style building, not the wedding venue Tatiana had pictured, but it's a private hospital, shut off completely from the outside world. A middle-aged woman in tidy attire greeted her at the entrance. "You must be Miss Tatiana Kensington," the woman said, polite but cool. "I'm Claire, personal assistant to the Moreira family. Please, follow me." "Where's the ceremony being held?" Tatiana asked. "There won't be a big ceremony, Miss. Given Mr. Rafael's condition, this marriage will only be legally finalized, signing the paperwork, with a small procession in his room." Tatiana nodded slowly. Of course. How could there be a wedding party for a man who wa

“You say that like it’s a surprise.” Leila glared at him. “Let’s go over this again.” He gestured for her to continue, as if humoring her. She gritted her teeth. “Six months. We stay married for six months, and in exchange, my brother is left alone. No harm, no threats, no blackmail.” Adrian nodded. “Correct.” She continued. “We live together.” “Yes.” She inhaled slowly, forcing herself to keep reading. “There will be public appearances. Events. Interviews.” She looked up. “You expect me to play the role of the devoted wife?”

As a young man, Welbeck never thought he'd end up marrying into the Smith family, the wealthiest family in the world. But after falling in love with their daughter, Keira, he found himself swept up in the world of the uber-rich. At first, Welbeck struggled with the lavish lifestyle of the Arnault family. He came from humble beginnings and was uncomfortable with the idea of living a life of excess. But as Keira's fiancé, he soon found himself embracing their opulent lifestyle.