I Accidentally Married A Billionaire Novels & Stories

“I overheard that man. He canceled the marriage with you, didn’t he?” Heat flushed my cheeks. Shame. Deep, humiliating shame. My dignity had just been torn apart in public, and now a stranger had witnessed it. “I—” “No need to feel ashamed,” he interrupted quickly, his voice steady and calm. “Coincidentally, I also came here to cancel my marriage. My fiancée never showed up. Looks like we share the same problem. So… what if we just marry each other?” My eyes widened. His words were so direct, so blunt.

The guest list was limited, as my colleagues were still unaware of my true identity. Delanie and Declan, my siblings, were thriving. Delanie bore a striking resemblance to our mother, while Declan was a spitting image of our father, creating a noticeable contrast. Despite this, I miraculously had my father's eyes, dispelling any doubts about my parentage. After dancing with my mom, I shared a dance with Delanie, Aunt Nora, and finally Octavia, who arrived with her husband and five-year-old son to celebrate with me. “Roger, you are now officially the youngest billionaire CEO with a net worth of eight hundred billion. The world must hear about you today," Dad said, but I refused.

A man who looked like he was ready to take the reins without burning the empire to the ground. And me? I had a sister who needed heart surgery. Parents are drowning in debt after our logistics business crashed. My master's degree at Oxford was hanging by a thread because I was working three part-time jobs just to survive. So yes. When a billionaire offers you a deal that can save your family, you don't overthink it. I married him. I smiled for the cameras. Stood by his side at charity events. Learned how to wear expensive dresses. Stayed out of his way like the contract demanded.

His face was covered with shock. "When I saw the news about Allen Walker's marriage, I told my wife several times that you weren't the bride. But I've just been proven wrong. What exactly are you up to, young lady? You want to get married to a billionaire and then run away with my money?" He asked as he stepped closer to me, his eyes traveled down to my fingers and when he didn't see a ring, his face scrunched up in confusion. This was exactly what I was afraid of. People would think because I married a billionaire and appeared on TV, then I was suddenly a billionaire too.

"I give you till the count of three, bitch. Why did you almost marry the bastard?" "It was a mistake, please..... please don't.... don't kill me, I beg you." I scoffed. "You almost married a nigga by mistake?" "Yes," she whispered, opening her eyes. "He is an evil person. He.... he deceived me into marrying him." I furrowed my brows. "I.... He.... He fooled me." "That's because you dumb as fuck." She lowered her gaze. "'Cause tell me what sane girl would leave a fucking billionaire for a mere millionaire, huh?"

Emily's POV: As I opened the door to the house, my head was spinning. Everything happened so fast. First, I got rejected at the company. Then, I was at the hospital crying. Then, out of nowhere, the man I’d had a one-night stand with suddenly appeared. He's apparently a filthy rich billionaire. And now, somehow, I was supposed to get married to him tomorrow at some place called Sparkle Green Hotel. Sounded like one of those fancy, five-star places I’d only ever seen in movies.

Jeez, I knew from the beginning that whatever was between us would always be a business proposal, it's not like he would even think of me in that direction. I mean, look at me, I'm broke with nothing to claim account for, I can't even match his status one bit or even be as prettier as those girls that used to hover around us. I really should stop daydreaming always. The reason why we haven't really gotten in touch with the paparazzi is because of the way the town is. Who would even think that the almighty billionaire Alexander Donovan, would come here. A low town like Hawthorne. I sighed, crossing my legs and staring up at the children playing not far from where I was when I tilted my head a

It was seeing the faces of the people who had supported me through my transformation from victim to victor. Marcus was there with his new girlfriend Sarah, looking genuinely happy for Richmond and me. Nina was crying tears of joy as she welcomed me officially into the Fernandez family. My employees from Goddess Jewelry were celebrating with women from the foundation who had become like sisters to me. "Mrs. Fernandez," Richmond whispered in my ear as we danced to our first song as husband and wife, "how does it feel to be married to a billionaire?" "It feels like being married to the man I love," I replied. "The billionaire part is just a bonus."

Vikas goes back with the laptop after a bow of his head. I'm feeling stupid, embarrassed. His expression is amused, which has happened for the first time. I squint my eyes at him coldly, " Why did you marry me? I'm not... um! " I stop, " I'm not a wealthy person. I don't know how to use a laptop. " I'm having trouble digesting all this. First, according to me, he's a small businessman, suddenly he turns into a mafia king, now he's a billionaire and soon to be a trillionaire. This man can leave me at any time. I don't know how to use a laptop. How could someone be so dumb? " It's a piece of cake. " He says.

His grandfather cut his steak before speaking, “This marriage happened too sudden.” “We didn’t have a choice after the scandal,” Vivian replied… scandal. The word made my chest ache. My father cleared his throat awkwardly but avoided looking at me. I felt alone surrounded by people, then Ethan’s aunt leaned back in her chair and smiled at me, “So Natalie… tell us something… how does it feel marrying the man your sister loves?” The room went silent. Pain twisted in my stomach, I lowered my eyes before answering, “I didn’t steal Ethan from Layla.”