Married A Billionaire Novels & Stories

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."

“Tell me who he is and why he chose me as his wife.” She stood petrified in front of me, as if she didn’t know what to say, but I wouldn’t let her get away before she answered all my questions. “I don't understand why he chose you as his wife,” her voice came out shaky and slurred, “but Mr. Gregory is the heir to a multi-billion dollar empire. He needs a wife to take over the family business.” “Billionaire?” I whispered, and it was as if my strength went out like a balloon. ”I married a billionaire?”

I said finally with a raw voice, “Elena,” Mom blinked once, slowly, “And?” I laughed—a broken, bitter sound. “She was radiant. Confidence. Successful. Surrounded by investors. She was with these two men, one of whom I did not know—Derek, and the other was Max, from college.” Mom's brows arched, “The billionaire philanthropist?” “Yes,” I spat the word, “He showed up acting like he owns her. Like he has every right to be there. And that other idiot—Derek—hovering around her as if he discovered gold.”

He opened the backdoor and gestured to get in. At that moment I realized people were staring and whispering. Some whispering. >She married a billionaire and now thinks she is something >She's shameless...a showoff >Why does she even work here when she is the wife of a billionaire now >I heard she is raking billionaires now...she has a Hargrave, now she wants a Geezran. I felt embarrassed and quickly went into the car. This wasn't the kind of life I wanted and yet people judged me for it.

Looking at him now, there was no surprise as to why he was the most sought after bachelor in all of Chicago and why girls at school were practically tripping over their feet trying to get to him. "So, this is The Saheer Khan. '' I heard my own self mutter. Before searching for more image, I went for his information. I was utterly disappointed as there was nothing much productive written there. There's a long definition about His Business but nothing about his personal life. Not even his age?! What do you mean by *in his late twenties* ?!! Are you fucking kidding me?! What the hell?! There's nothing About his family nor his life before he became a billionaire. LITERALLY NOTHING. DAMN. He didn

Chase made it clear I was never to give interviews, so Savina’s statement puzzled me. “Wait, I’ll call Chase,” I said nervously. “Hold on, Lexi. Are you sure you want to call him? Could you check your social media first?” Savina suggested, her tone uneasy. Without speaking, I ended the call and activated my phone’s data. Notifications flooded in, overwhelming my phone. They came from various social media platforms. I opened one notification, and my heart sank as I saw and read the post tagged to me: "Even before the wedding, the youngest and most popular business tycoon was already cheating on his fiancée."

Out loud she said,” So what about Peter Ramsey’s sister? “Big scandal!” her aunt answered with relish. “Charlotte Ramsey was about to marry one guy and just before the wedding he refused to sign the prenuptial agreement her father had drawn up. She turned around on the spot and married the British billionaire, Damien Winter, instead. Her former fiancé proceeded to sue for ownership of the apartment they’d shared—hers, of course—in a de facto relationship. He got it, too. Didn’t go to court. She signed off on it. The point is…” “He was in it for a slice of the Ramsey billions.”

“It sounds like a good offer, but I couldn't make a decision that would affect my life and my future baby's life so easily. You have so many choices, why me?” “I observe you very closely, you are not curious and you don't meddle in other people's affairs, that is what I need in a wife, I believe when we are together, you will not cause me any trouble.” I thought for a moment, then asked, "Why do you need a wife and a baby, you know, you're a billionaire, our world is so different, I'm afraid I'll be in danger when I become your wife.” I had heard that there were a lot of billionaires who had close ties to the mafia. Not long ago Matthew was in a car accident, heaven knows if it was a real ac

“Please continue.” “I think you own the place now, Sarah,” Betty blurted, her voice rising with excitement. “What!” I pulled my hand away from hers so fast I scratched her palm. “Own what, Bet? I don’t understand anything you’re saying.” “Ouch!” Betty exclaimed, then her eyes widened. “Christ! Girl, where did you get that big diamond? Wait… is that a wedding ring?” She covered her mouth in shock. “It’s really true. You’re married to Mr Adrian.”