Indian Billionaire Arranged Marriage Wattpad の小説・ストーリー

Zeeshant said with raised eyebrows while Nishant just gave him a you-think-you-are-being-smart look with a completely done-with-you expression. "Greed is not good. So let her enjoy this much happiness for now." Nishant said, rolling his eyes to which Zeeshant just chuckled. "And most importantly, there's no other gem for me to marry. So let's not execute this idea of yours." Nishant said and smirked after seeing Zeeshant smile. "Well she is a gem." Zeeshant nodded, agreeing. "Obviously. You should feel lucky to have her and that also because of an arranged marriage." Nishant said with disbelief.

Anger mixed in his blood and threatened to filter in his voice. "I'm not marrying Vijayata." He clarified and flashed an icy glare at everyone. "I'm marrying the Rathore Heiress, Matsyaa Rathore. She's the daughter of Industrialist Anup Rathore. I already told Nani maa about this, and I'm sure she'll have a valid reason to not reveal this information."

Do you think I would have asked for any of this in a million years if given a choice? Aneesa bit her lip before continuing. ‘By the time I was getting married, my father’s business was almost bankrupt. The wedding was a huge burden on him financially. I’ve paid him back every penny and made him sell the apartment he bought in Juhu as part of my dowry. I couldn’t stay and have them suffer the media on their doorstep every day. At least now they have some peace and my father is back on his feet and can provide for the rest of my family again. My career is over and

She barely recognized herself. “You look like a queen,” Lou whispered, standing behind her in a deep emerald dress. “But, like, the badass kind who rides into battle.” Sarah gave a small laugh. “I feel like I’m dreaming. Any minute now, I’ll wake up back in the diner.” Elena entered, holding a silver bracelet. “If you are dreaming, we all are. And none of us want to wake up.” Lou looked her over again. “You ready to marry the world’s most brooding billionaire?”

Lucky shrieked as she slapped Cherokee's arm. "I signed a contract, a marriage contract with Beck, he's giving me money, and other things, when the contract is over he will give me twenty thousand," Cherokee stated as she started pacing around the small room they both shared. "A marriage contract?!" Lucky bellowed as she got up from the bed and walked over to Cherokee gripping her arms. "So this, isn't even real? Your relationship?" "Perhaps I can make it real," Cherokee wished as she made her way to her dresser to get the last of her clothing into her suitcase.

Kathy intruded. "Oh wow, okay let's get to this glimmer of a party." Tristan Carrington is the son of a very wealthy businessman who met Kathy at a nightclub and got mesmerized by her. He invited us both to some milestone celebration party in their mansion at the edge of town. I'm not a big fan of high-calibre occasions, but I admire what Kathy and Tristan have. We both got seated at the back of the Limo, and the driver began moving the lengthy and bright-coloured beauty.

"And when I heard he'd trashed your show over another woman, I couldn't do it anymore." "So I set up that meeting. I faked the injury. I lived in your apartment." "I know what I did was cheap. I just wanted you back." I listened, and something in me that I wasn't ready for was trying to rise. "Rowan. Are you an idiot? You're the heir to Ellsworth Holdings. You could have any woman you want. Why tie yourself to me?" It came out more irritated than I meant. Rowan laughed. He looked like a kid who'd just gotten away with something.

"Do you understand why you're here?" "No, actually. Your officers mentioned fraud and coercion, but I haven't done anything illegal." "That remains to be seen." She pulled out a document, my marriage contract. "Explain this." My stomach churned. "It's a marriage contract. Where did you get that?" "Answer the question, please." "It's exactly what it looks like. Alexander and I entered into a contractual marriage arrangement." "For money." "Yes. Three million dollars over two years, plus medical expenses for my mother."

“He’s sixty‑five, and I wonder why his dick can’t rest. Sixty‑five and still a volcano. My dad needs to chill.” “He’s a man,” Zara said considerately. “He needs company. It must be lonely for him.” “Whatever. Can you imagine they had an Indian‑themed party after the white wedding?” They were at a traffic stop now. The amber light changed to green, and Zara steered the car forward. “Oh! Like an Ambani wedding,” Zara said, referring to the Indian billionaire and his popular lavish wedding. “Exactly. All the Indian decor and whatnot. I wore an orange sari; they robed me too. You need to see the heavy jewels on my neck. I ate that outfit. Ate and left no crumbs.”

“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