How To Marry A Billionaire Novels & Stories

She dropped her cutlery and pulled her chair closer to mine. "You just have to marry a multi billionaire." I replied and saw confusion cloud her curious face. "A multi billionaire? Where do I find another multi billionaire?" She asked and I held back a groan. Why would she have to search for another one when I was here in front of her? This just further cemented the fact that Lisa didn't see me as anything more than we had agreed initially. "And besides, you turned a billionaire without getting married. I want to be able to be a billionaire without getting it from my billionaire husband" she replied and I gave her a small smile before reaching forward and pulling her cheek.

My father made some bad investments and now, his wife has taken matters into her own hands to marry me off to a scary billionaire. Does she even care for my well being or was it all about keeping her fancy jewelries and Birkin bags? “The wedding will take place in a week’s time,” The billionaire announced. “A week?” Mother echoed. “That is not enough time to prepare.” “It is when you can pay people to speed up the process for you. Tell me what you want and I will find the best people in the country to get it done.” His voice bounced off the walls and vibrated my eardrums. A week. My life was being snatched from my fingers like a sharp object in the prying fingers of a kid. And I had no choic

The contract had a secrecy clause, how else would she explain to her best friend that she was married to a billionaire hence, the Limited Edition Car? “You better start talking Emily,” Kayla pressed, her arms crossed over her chest. Emily’s shoulders slumped, “I got married, Kayla. To a billionaire. I came back to get my things, I’m moving in with him.” “What?” Kayla screamed, her eyes wide in shock. “Is this supposed to be some kind of joke,” her best friend asked in disbelief. “No, Kay, I’m serious,” Emily said, her voice firm. “How the f**k are you married? To a billionaire? Who’s he? When and how did all of this happen?”

Lucky shrieked as she slapped Cherokee's arm. "I signed a contract, a marriage contract with Beck, he's giving me money, and other things, when the contract is over he will give me twenty thousand," Cherokee stated as she started pacing around the small room they both shared. "A marriage contract?!" Lucky bellowed as she got up from the bed and walked over to Cherokee gripping her arms. "So this, isn't even real? Your relationship?" "Perhaps I can make it real," Cherokee wished as she made her way to her dresser to get the last of her clothing into her suitcase.

He inveighed bitterly to her. "Everyone would be so disappointed and it would be in the news that, Robin DeMarco got jilted by his wife to be, two weeks before their wedding. That'll do ruin my reputation and it'll affect my business." "So now, you are proposing me to act like your fiancé and get married to you?" Astrid asked him, when it became obvious he Was done with his story. "It'll be a contract marriage and I'll pay you handsomely for it." He assured her,

“THAT FAST?! Oh my God. You got married yesterday!” I turned off the stove and slid the eggs and pancakes onto a plate. “He’s serious. He said he’d handle everything if I agreed to move and carry out our marriage act over there. He’s offering to fund the office, handle the permits, even do promotions. Everything. As long as I move with him.” Silence. Three seconds of it. “Oh my God.” “Yup.” “He’s seriously… a drama billionaire. I don’t know whether to be impressed or throw a salad in his face.” Catalina groaned. “And you agreed to move?”

“What are you all even talking about? Why would I get married to some random dude. I don’t even know him or even if I did, I do not want to get married.” “Look at this from a brighter perspective, Felix.” “You know, all my life,” Felix scoffed. “I’ve always thought you both were secretly homophobic towards me and here you both are. Asking me to get married to a man.” “This isn’t about being homophobic or not,” his dad said then exhaled. “The youngest billionaire in our country is gay too. And luckily and quite surprisingly, they are interested in you. You should jump at it. This is an opportunity for you to be-“

I nodded, "Yes, I am fine. You said something about working with you to get revenge on Jude and his family." "That's right," he replied. "I have a lot of questions," I told him. "But first of all, I want to know what someone like me can do to help a billionaire like you get revenge against Jude and the others. He sat on the bed beside me, causing me to move a little to create some distance between us." His eyes peered into mine as he said without hesitation, "For starters, marry me." My mouth became wide open as I exclaimed, "What!"

I look at Henry and I think the realization of what he has said to her is finally sinking in. “By the way, Henry. In the span of a year and a few weeks, I got married to a man I thought he hated me and yes, I did marry him for money because in case you forgot, my parents refused to fund my company and I was okay with it. I was in an explosion and I almost lost my life. A woman came out of nowhere and said that she was carrying my husband’s baby. The man I was falling for!

Blair opened her wardrobe and took out a long black dress, those kinds of dresses that scream rich billionaire wife. Dylan stared at her as she got ready. He was proud no doubt, his wife was gorgeous and it was affirmed. "Damn baby" he breathed into her ear and she shivered. "Not now Dylan, we have somewhere to be" she said as she fixed her earrings. "I wanna marry you again Blair" he said. She froze and turned to face him. "Dylan-" he cut her short. "Please Blair. I want to properly show you how a wedding is meant to be. I want to show you the best love that you can't find anywhere else" he said while he cupped her cheeks.