Romans & histoires How To Marry A Billionaire

The thought of both of them smiling at each other, holding their hands as they said their vows before thousands of equally rich people… I didn’t even belong there. If a billionaire was fucking getting married, there was no way I would belong among the crowd of people that would be invited. It was a fucking island, the only way anyone would be able to reach an island would be to use a fucking helicopter, and I doubted Benjamin would invite anyone who didn’t own one. I could imagine them just taking a sip of some expensive wine, the name in some French cursive that was too long to pronounce, their eyes skittering across my outfit that was my best to pass of anywhere, judging me.

"Tasha, please just listen. Something happened. A story was about to break about the engagement being fake. We had to make it real quickly or everything would have fallen apart." There was a long silence on the other end. "So you actually married him," Tasha finally said, her voice quieter now. "For real." "Yes. But nothing else has changed. It's still the same arrangement, just with legal paperwork now." "Emily, everything has changed! You're MARRIED! Do you understand how serious that is?" "Of course I do—" "Do you? Because you can't just divorce a billionaire without lawyers and settlements and it getting messy. This isn't like breaking up with a boyfriend."

For the past two weeks, I had done a lot of extensive research on the man I was supposed to marry, going over any media piece I could find on him over and over again, but there was barely anything to see. The only thing I knew was that he was an elusive billionaire rumoured to have ties with the mafia. How was I supposed to go through with this marriage? The wedding bells chimed, and it dragged me out of my reverie. Raising my head, I saw that the large doors of the beautiful hall where the wedding was taking place were pulled open, and a man walked in, his steps carefree. He sauntered towards me, and my heart skipped a beat with every step that he took.

She said, Jace stood up from his chair, walking towards the wine cellar to pour himself and Zena a drink. “Here, have it.” He handed the drink to her. “You see, my marriage is not a regular marriage.” “What do you mean?” She asked. “Let’s just say to take over a billionaire empire you need to prove to investors, shareholders, and the press that you are capable of handling responsibilities. The most proven method of proving you can handle responsibilities is to get married.

he said, sliding out of bed. He was wearing grey sweatpants, and he walked over to me with easy, fluid grace. He reached out to touch my arm, but I jumped back like he just tried to burn me. "Don't touch me!" I wept, wiping my face with the back of my hand. "This is a disaster. You don't understand. I am getting married in New York in two days! To a billionaire! My entire family is counting on it! I am going to file for an immediate annulment the second I get home. I will pay you. Whatever you want. Just sign the papers and make this go away."

"But only on three conditions." "I'm listening." "First, be honest about why you really want to marry me." "I thought I was clear. It's purely for my business and -" "Bullshit." I cut him off. "I'm not as dumb as you think, Mr Hunt. Your company is worth billions. You are the most successful entrepreneur in the country. You don't need to marry some stupid random girl to boost your business. So, what's the reason a billionaire like you is so desperate to marry me."

Her mother advised. “You will be a wife to such a young millionaire.” Her siblings said to her and so as not to become the black sheep of the family, she agreed; at least she was silent through it all and the silence was counted as an approval and the marriage was planned. The marriage was a large society wedding and none of the about to be couple have a say in the way the marriage ceremony was planned. It was a dream come true for the family. The khitbah was not properly done, none of the young couple have any questions for themselves and those they didn’t see each other. They are children to family friends and both are from a good home, that was all.

They are drowning in colossal debts. “Mom, I can’t marry a stranger. I’m in love with someone else, and I just got engaged.” She showed her mother the engagement ring in her hand. Lucia breathed out sharply. “If your boyfriend is a billionaire that can help us with our debts, go marry him. If not, forget about him. He’s useless.” “Mom!” She suddenly stood up, and her palm hit the wooden table.

"That will be a disaster but all we need is to be very careful and discreet but as for the wedding, it's happening because I can't afford to lose the deal with Mr Richard." If I am being honest, I am not just getting married because of the deal with Mr Richard, I am a billionaire and I don't exactly need him. I don't mean to brag but I can never be broke even if I refuse to work for the rest of my life. So aside from the deal, I really want to get married because of everything people are saying about me because if I don't, then it will confirm the remorse and I don't want it because to the best of my knowledge, I am a decent guy and I don't deserve everything happening to me.

Something almost like heat. “Because I want you,” he says simply. “And I always get what I want.” He’s circling me again, and I feel like prey being stalked. “We’ll have the wedding of the century,” he continues. “In three weeks. Marcus and Vivienne will be there, forced to watch you marry a billionaire. Watch you become untouchable. Watch you win.” Three weeks. He’s talking about marrying a stranger in three weeks. “This is crazy,” I whisper.