If You Give A Billionaire A Bride Mga Nobela at Kwento

He was only a few inches apart from me, I could sense the possessiveness written all over his face. "What do you mean by I am yours?" I asked staring at him in disbelief. Dominic sighed in response. "You must marry me, Either that or I ruin you. I am giving you a choice now, choose wisely." He said boldly. My goodness, even his pride irritated me. He carried himself with so much high regard, way too much that it made me really annoyed. Who did he really think he was? A billionaire? So what? He did not own my life. Marrying him was the last thing I would do.

I expected some kind of reaction—maybe awe or curiosity—but there was none. I guess it wasn’t a big deal to them. Sabrina is married to a millionaire, and Eunice is dating one. Half the girls here are connected to someone wealthy in some way. Being married to Jaydon, the youngest billionaire, didn’t make me special in their eyes. It was just another fact, another name to add to the list.

Which dumbass girl wouldn’t want to marry someone she loves and especially if that guy loved her back, making her the most lucky girl in the entire world. The guy not only being this settled but also a billionaire and handling many businesses could clearly be the reason for any girl to say “yes” to him. To me, all this was stupendous, and it was becoming too much for me. So, I quickly transferred the bouquet that I was holding in my left hand to my right one and put forward my left hand for him to grab it.

Once they were outside and on the path through the rose garden to the conservatory, he heard her suck in a deep breath as though she was short of oxygen. “Thank you for the wedding, Peter,” she said softly.”Everything’s been beautiful.” Mega-wealth could buy everything beautiful, he thought cynically, but it can’t buy the heart of a woman. At least he knew Erin hadn’t married him for his billions. “I wanted it to be a fairy-tale wedding for you, Erin,” he said with a dash of irony, aware that love should have been at the centre of it.”Fit for the princess in the park,” he added, remembering how taken he had been with her on that first day of meeting.

Even at sixteen he knew no relationship could ever be beautiful, they all eventually turned ugly. He shook off the memory and concentrated on the present. "Why don't you tell me what you are looking for in this marriage?" "One hundred and fifty thousand dollars upfront. In cash." He leaned closer to her intrigued, "Hell, that's alot of money. Gambling debts?" An invisible wall slammed between them. "No." "Shopping spree?" Temper flared in her eyes. "None of your business. Part of the deal is that you don't ask me questions about the money and how i intend to use it."

Bella frowned as she had also stepped into the Jewelers shop, and she saw how the other ladies were all gushing at Olima. "Hmm," Bella frowned and walked up to meet Olima. She did not want to think that it was Justin who purchased the diamond ring that Olima was wearing. Bella knew that she could not purchase her wedding ring with Justin by herself. She had to wait for Justin to purchase their wedding ring, and even though Justin purchased a cheap ring, she loved the ring and gladly accepted it. But having heard that the diamond ring around Olima's ring finger was worth more than a million dollars, Bella couldn't contain herself, and she wondered who the Billionaire man that Olima was dating

Lowering his voice, he whispered, "It's actually a fake, borrowed it from a friend." She nodded and pulled back, her face flushing. "Yeah, uh, it looks real," she said, pulling her hand from his arm and stepping away. He was happy his little lie had worked-otherwise, how would he explain wearing a brooch worth two million when he was trying to pass off as poor? But he was also confused as his bride withdrew from him, as if suddenly shy of their closeness.

“You have no idea what it took to be ‘fine.’” I shook my head. “I don’t want to see you. I don’t want to talk to you. Whatever you came here for, you can turn around and leave.” That was when his eyes changed. It was subtle, but I knew that look. “I saw you on the news,” he said slowly. “With that billionaire guy.” My stomach tightened. “And?” “I heard you’re married to him now.” I said nothing. “You see,” he continued, nodding like he’d just solved a puzzle, “I knew you were going to do fine for yourself.”

Thus Charlotte decided to give the billionaire a chance to say what he wanted. "Within three days is my marriage and my girlfriend dumped me." Something hitched in her throat, getting a clue of the man's agony. But how was she going to provide a solution to his problem, is what she could not make out. "Be my wife for one year and in return I will give you ten million dollars. You can get your mother operated on and as well as be able to bear the hospital expenses."

Shane, honey you’re a billionaire wouldn’t you want to have an extravagant party. Hey, I may be a billionaire, but I am no fool. People seem to want to take advantage of people with money. Besides, I think that we should save some money to have a lovely wedding. I can’t believe that you want us to have a beautiful wedding. Yes, I want people to see how much we live and trust each other, he says.