Novel & Cerita Indian Billionaire Arranged Marriage Wattpad

, I asked and she looked at me humiliated. "This is supposed to be the wedding of the century, no offense, but I have over 2,000 guests and no food, but I will never resort to some smelly cod", she pouted and I understood what she was saying. The whole world was waiting for the ultra famous model to be married to the ultra rich businessman, it was just rich marrying rich, which meant money was definitely going to be thrown around. For my wedding everyone was wondering who I was, to the public I do look like a boarding school rich kid, that had never really had parents. But I was hidden from the media, so the world was wondering who is the girl he's marrying.

Siddarth was silently listening to her " There is even a talk that Nivedita trapped you into this marriage. There were lots of rumors Siddarth. Soon after your Dad's death you got married to Nivedita in a private ceremony hiding from everyone. Khurana groups were facing some issues and that's the reason for this marriage like many. Nivedita don't have a good impression among our friend circle , many are calling her as a gold digger and trapped you into this marriage for money. " " Bullshiit. There is nothing like that. Nivi is not a girl who needs my money to live. Have you heard about Varma Industries ? " He asked to Alisha and she nod her head as yes.

Tricia neared Emily whose face still contoured in confusion at Tricia's reaction. "Emily you got married to a billionaire. In fact, he owns the major companies spread all round Asia and he is also the owner of INC CORP" INC CORP was one of the biggest producing company in the city. Business men were dying to invest with them. "You should be happy. Didn't you see the reaction at the restaurant the other day when he came. Emily you hit the Jack pot" Emily silently listened while Tricia rattled on. "I don't care if he is rich or not. Our marriage is a contract and when it ends I'm gone"

He was tall, well over six feet, with a lean, muscular build. I looked over at my mother and her boyfriend. They were wearing small, triumphant smirks. They had finally gotten what they wanted—one of her children married off to a billionaire so they would never have to work another day in their lives. My brother, however, was furious. He hated that I had taken such a drastic step for our mother’s sake. I suppose he’s the only one who actually cares about me. The room was filled with the elite—top models, powerful businessmen, and even the Prime Minister. I was the only "low-ranking" guest at my own wedding. I could hear their whispers cutting through the music:

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!

"I thought you forgot." "I could never forget this date. Even if I wanted to. Which I don't." He touched the bracelet. "Four years. Three as fake marriage, one as real. Best investment I ever made." "You didn't invest anything. I bought you." "You tried to buy me. I refused. Then I signed anyway because you were impossible to resist." "That's revisionist history." "That's accurate history." I pulled him down beside me. "You smell like construction site." "I'm aware. Give me two minutes to shower."

He’d left Evelyn before she could say more, before he broke down in front of her, before he said something he couldn’t take back. But the truth was…He wasn’t sure what to believe, not anymore. He ran a hand through his hair, fingers gripping tightly at the nape of his neck. Was there someone else? He hated that the question lived in his head, hated that it made sense. She had agreed to conceive naturally almost, she hadn’t hesitated much, hadn’t questioned why a stranger, a billionaire CEO, wanted that specific term. She had simply said yes. Why? His mind returned to the beginning, the contract, the first night, the awkward acceptance she gave.

I signed where indicated. And then it was done. I stood on the steps of the Ministry of Marriage in a dress I had chosen myself, holding a certificate with both our names on it, trying to locate the feeling I was supposed to have in this moment. I'm married. I am Mrs. Hills. I am married to the richest, most aggravating, most complicated man in this city, and I did it for my mother's debt and to cover up two one-night stands, and this is my life now.

Laura, grateful for my words, smiled weakly while Susie let out a sound of displeasure and stormed off a few steps ahead of us. Sorry babe, I almost called out but held my tongue. I would make it up to her later. "It's just... When we moved to Vegas, all everyone could talk about was the new Mrs Lowell. How she rose from shame to fame. And had nothing before she scored the richest man in Vegas." Laura explained and I smiled. Of course, people thought that about me. No one knew it was a bloody contract that I had been conned into by my very own fiancee. The man whom I was going to marry! He sold me to the Lowells and went on his merry way like some fucking philistine.

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