Romans & histoires How To Marry A Billionaire

And so, with a heavy heart and a voice that threatens to betray me, I utter the words that seal our fate. "I do." As the ring slips onto my finger, I can feel the weight of it settling like a shackle, binding me to a life that is not my own. And yet, amidst the sea of unfamiliar faces and the swell of emotions, I only look for one person. The elegant lady who sat with the groom’s parents, her expression was unreadable, but her gaze was sharp, reminding me of the terms of our agreement. It was because of her that I was now privileged to wear a gown that I never thought I would, and it was because of her that I was pulled into a world that was vastly different from the one I had known all my l

I needed her to tell me I was right, at least. “Girl truth be told. Edward is a billionaire, he can do anything to get what he wants. You can't stop him because you're nobody. No offense” She added. “None taken” “Don't start being unsupportive in the first months of marriage, you might end up getting a divorce.” That's what I wanted, to divorce him. I couldn't wait for these months to pass by quickly. “So you're telling me to take his offer and convince everyone else to because he might throw them out in the streets?”

“I spent all of last night doing some extensive research about that man. He is who he says he is and more. “Mr DaCosta is like royalty in Chicago and beyond. He owns a chain of restaurants, food markets, and he also owns one of the biggest hedge fund companies in the country. Do you realize what it means to be married to a man of such wealth and influence? Do you? Kate, If you marry him, your child will be born into a life of privilege. Don’t you want that for your baby?” Kate didn’t know what to say. Her mother was coming at her with so much information, that she didn’t even know how to start processing all of it.

"An a-arranged marriage? Wow, I-I didn't think you were serious about that..." I glance down at her while we walk. "You didn't?" "No, I thought that thing only happened in the movies..." "Nah, it's secretly common amongst the elite and rich people, and my parents are wealthy assholes. My dad is a billionaire. Anyway, my parents want to ensure a woman doesn't simply marry me for the money I'm inheriting, so they have found another wealthy person to be my wife." "I see..." Silence. "And I take it you don't want to marry her?"

“I know how it sounds, baby. I do. And if there was any other way, believe me, I’d take it. But this… this is our last shot.” I looked away, biting hard on the inside of my cheek to keep the tears from falling. My thoughts were spinning. One heartbreak wasn’t enough and now I am being sold to another man that I know nothing about. “And who is he? This man, that wants to marry me.” I asked. “He’s a billionaire,” my dad said carefully. “He’s powerful and well-connected. He promised full financial backing. He said he’d save the business, wipe out all our debts and not just that.. he wants to grow and expand it and then us global.” I’m

There was something about her eyes that drove me absolutely crazy—she was driving me crazy in the best possible way. "Really? How can I do that? Be rich like that, like a billionaire?" She asked, and I smiled at her words. She was indeed a beautiful soul, so pure and untainted by the corruption that surrounded people like me. "Well, you can do that by marrying one. Easy peasy." I said, and she frowned. Fuck, I didn't like that look. "Marrying one? It's hard to come across a billionaire willing to marry, and besides, I want to make my own wealth."

‘I want to marry you. There was a beat of silence. Then he blinked. ‘I mean—not really marry you,’ I added in a rush, the dam well and truly broken now. ‘I mean yes, technically, but not romantically. It’s fake. A cover. A bluff. A strategic performance. My parents—okay, my mum—has basically gone full villain mode and is trying to auction me off to some obscenely wealthy fifty-year-old who owns like, half the shipping industry and is on the hunt for Wife Number Five, and if I don’t show up with someone even richer and more terrifying, she’s going to force me into some grotesque merger of souls and assets. I’ve got three days to conjure up a billionaire fiancé with serious scary-man energy, a

“Tell me who he is and why he chose me as his wife.” She stood petrified in front of me, as if she didn’t know what to say, but I wouldn’t let her get away before she answered all my questions. “I don't understand why he chose you as his wife,” her voice came out shaky and slurred, “but Mr. Gregory is the heir to a multi-billion dollar empire. He needs a wife to take over the family business.” “Billionaire?” I whispered, and it was as if my strength went out like a balloon. ”I married a billionaire?”

there's no way I'd let Michael and Freya enjoy them; no way! Freya's POV [Billionaire Michael Smith set to marry promised bride from decades ago] I kept reading the headline news, and this happened to be the fifth time. I told myself I was going to be strong; I wouldn't break down. I couldn't believe that amidst everything that's happening, he's getting married. He even appeared on TV while awaiting trial; how could he be so cruel?

"I believe we know each other quite intimately." "It still doesn't count." I answered stubbornly. "We barely know anything about each other. A marriage should be more than a business proposal. There should be something. Love, attraction, anything but this... farce you're suggesting." “I do not need you to love me.” He rebuts coldly. “I want you to marry me. Besides going by that delectable flush on your skin I can say there certainly is attraction." “I do not want to, Mr Bolt.” I reiterated, flushing even deeper much to my dismay, in case the stubborn asshole hadn’t understood my view on the subject. "There's nothing you can say to convince me otherwise."