Love For Hire Married To A Hidden Billionaire Novels & Stories

She wrapped her arms around my neck and hugged me harder than I have ever received a hug, which aside from my mother was… never. We continue walking down the street, “I told you there was another surprise today. How would you feel about marrying me today?” “Today?” Andie was shocked. “Why so soon?” “Well, I have my mother, that is all. I don’t really think about having a large wedding. I mean up until now I never thought any marriage was part of my life but, I want this so bad with you and I just want to be able to call you my wife.” I looked at Andie, still in shock. “Believe me, this is going to be amazing.

he said as he smiled sinisterly. “Please, Sir Mateo, you need to reconsider,” the lady weep. “Toyin, you should stop the tears, because what I'm offering you is a lifetime opportunity. You have the opportunity to become in-laws with a billionaire family. Alex will get a life changing opportunity to be married to a billionaire husband. A lot of girls are praying for such an opportunity” he stressed. “Opportunity to get married to a monster? Then why isn’t he married yet, why?!” She flared and her husband touched her arms and motioned her to keep silent.

“How was I to know he wasn't the one you hired? You told me you'd bring him with you and meet me at the restaurant.” “Noah, the host we hired, arrived late. His taxi got involved in a car collision.” “I misunderstood because you suddenly introduced him to me,” Lia insisted stubbornly. “He's a potential client. Of course I plan to introduce him to you since I was thinking of referring him to your department.” The two looked at Marissa in disbelief. “I have a proposal that can solve both of your problems,” Marissa continued with a mischievous smile on her face. Lia felt a wave of dread creep up her spine. She knew her best friend long enough to know that smile meant nothing good.

She took pleasure in having displeased the privileged group of snobs who had chosen to take so little notice of her . To Loveth’s dismay, the news of her hasty marriage to a billionaire had filled the gossip pages of New York papers with lurid speculation. When she and Wesley haven't even disclosed the wedding date . The publications that Wesley owned were, of course, moderately respectful, but the ones he did not own were merciless. The public seemed titillated by the marriage of New York’s most successful bachelor and billionaire.

“Don’t get me wrong. I love being Mrs Lorenzo, it’s just…you know, people seeing me like a celebrity or someone very important when they don’t actually know me. It’s like being Mrs Lorenzo is a title, and I find it unpleasant.” I can’t relate. Things she seems to hate are the things most people of her status seem to love. When I said she’s different, this is what I mean. Some might think she married Lorenzo because of his wealth, and here she is saying she feels uncomfortable because of Lorenzo’s wealth. She’s interesting, and I want to know more about her. If she hates things like this, then what does she love? She still gets excited about a million dollar car, when she has a lot of millio

“It is because Henry is dysfunctional. He has lots of issues, your love will never be enough for him, and you will wind up feeling inadequate, hating yourself, from one woman to another, it wouldn’t be your fault then, you just picked the wrong billionaire to fall in love with.” She let go of Ashley and non-too subtly wiped her hands with a towel, she gave one last long look at Asher. “What a lovely little family you got there. Truth be told, I have no regrets at all...” She shrugged. “Except of course not killing you for even thinking you could take my husband away from me!” she spat and sauntered off.

"You're impossible." "And yet you're smiling." Her eyes widened slightly. Was she smiling? She immediately stopped. "I'm hanging up now." "Wear something warm," he added suddenly. "The weather will get colder later." And then the call ended. Lucy stared at her phone speechlessly. Maya looked ready to explode from curiosity. "What did billionaire husband say?" "He's not my husband." "Future husband then." Lucy groaned loudly before burying her face into her hands. This was becoming dangerous.

“I need a wife. Temporarily.” My heart skipped. “Excuse me?” “A contract marriage,” he said calmly, like it was some normal chore. “It’ll help shut my father up, save my image, and get him off my back. Three months, maybe six. Nothing real.” I stared at him, stunned. What's he saying? “Why me?” I asked quietly. He smirked, but there was something serious in his eyes. “Because you’re invisible enough for it not to get messy and interesting enough to pull it off.”