Romans & histoires How To Marry 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.

He'd told her with his usual care free grin. "Just because I'm marrying you, doesn't mean I can't get things for myself. I've lived on my own so far and can do so in the future regardless of the fact who my husband is." She'd shot right back, titling her chin up at him. He'd stared at her, looking exasperated before looking up at the roof of the car they were sitting inside. Turning his head towards her, he'd explained patiently, "Not that I'm bragging or anything, but you're going to be marrying a billionaire. Once we're out in the public as a couple, the media will scrutinize your every move starting from the way you act around others right down to the kind of shoes you wear and I don't wa

“I have my orders, and I’m afraid they trump yours.” Sarah didn’t disagree. She just took the clothes and went to change. She emerged a few minutes later, fully dressed. The clothing was elegant and yet casual. The price tags had been removed, so she didn’t know what they’d cost, but she had horrible visions of exactly how much everything had set Bernice back. “Thanks for the clothes. How much do I owe you?” Bernice gave her a look. “Very funny.” “I can write you a check.” The other woman stared at her. “Are you or are you not aware that you’re dating a billionaire? He has a little cash to throw around. This is coming from his wallet, not mine.”

he said smiling at me before stretching his hand as he got up nearing me. I was being swept away into marriage by a rich billionaire in his luxurious limo. The man has bodyguards waiting for him outside plus a chauffeur. This was the life most girls dream of. A rich, handsome man declares his love and you are head over heels in love, you marry, have children live in a mansion happily ever after.

Damian Blackwood waited at the altar like he was attending a funeral instead of his own wedding. Tall, still, unreadable. Black suit. Dark eyes. A mouth that looked as if it had forgotten how to be kind. For a second, Elena’s steps faltered. Her fingers tightened around the bouquet. Somewhere behind her, the wedding planner made a sharp little sound, probably terrified the bride was about to ruin the most photographed marriage deal of the year. Marriage deal. That was all it was. One year. One signature. One ruthless billionaire paying off her family’s debts in exchange for a wife he could parade in front of the board, the press, and his dying grandfather.

Thus, since I already had his banking details saved in my phone, I made the transfer immediately. “Done!” I mentioned. “Okay. Thank you, Mr. Cooper. See you soon.” Attorney Thompson rose from his seat and headed out of my home. With the transaction out of the way, I raced back upstairs and quickly took off my clothes and pants. Lola and I made love like two passionate lovers who could not do without each other. After we were done, as our bodies rested in quiet satisfaction, I decided to break the news to her. “We are getting married,” I said out of the blue.

His hoarse whisper chilled her spine, "What do you want, Mr. Hamilton?" "You." The sharp and curt reply pierced her being like a thousand daggers. All the strength she had within herself washed down the drain and she just stood there, shocked to the core. "I mean, don't think too much, sweetheart. You are just a petty personal assistant. Don't think you can lure a rich man like me," He winked and she wanted to vomit. "but, I do need to get married to a good and decent girl if I want to take over that company."

He held my hands and kissed it. "I want my life to become colourful, I want you to be my friend, girlfriend, wife and mother of my unborn kids, so please, marry me." He knelt on the sandy floor and gazed into my eyes. Ar this moment, I understood why he was nervous all night and acted distinctly. The candle lights dimmed like it could feel the charge in the air. My vision becomes blurry as I struggle to breathe. What response do I give to a marriage proposal with my billionaire boss?

"I never had a choice, if you were in my shoes there is nothing you can do, my father got into a stupid deal with Michael Kent and I was forced to marry his son and here I am married to a person I have no feelings for" "Wait, wait, did you just say Michael Kent? does that in any way means you are married to Bill kent the most eligible bachelor in New York? Avery asked with a loud voice. "Yes am married to Bill kent what is so special? Nelly asked and rolled her eyeball. "Oh my world, Nelly you are married to Bill Kent the youngest billionaire in the whole of New York, you are so lucky, gosh I envy you, Avery said to Nelly raising her voice.

"I'm getting you new set of clothes. Seeing your sense of fashion today, and I can't particularly say I was impressed. It's Asher btw." Realization dawned on me, followed by a jab at my heart and an eye roll. I could barely afford my bills, how the hell was I supposed to get clothes that suited his taste? Arriving at my apartment, I noticed that the lights were on. Right. I had to tell Diane. I just signed a marriage contract today which practically means I'm now a married woman. I mentally flinched at that reality. It hadn't set it yet. The reality that I was now married to the grandson of Howard Companies, a multi billionaire.