Married For Money Novels & Stories

I waited tensely when the door pushed open and he was back, and dressed in a polo that clung to his abs making them visible “Okay let's go” he snapped his finger in my face, jerking me off my daydream before letting out a tiny cackle and I hated that he had seen me being all that way toward him. I didn't know if there was anything wrong with me being that way around him, I mean, my marriage was just two years max and after that I will leave, with so much cash that I might not work anymore for the rest of my life, while making sure I have the company as well.

A trophy wife, submissive, and there just for show. “Of course.” I nodded letting out a smile. “But as you know Mom, I don't marry for money. I will marry when I find my true love.” I continued, it was a bunch of lies but they didn't have to know that. I am a firm believer that marriage should be nothing other than transactional. Emotions sounded good when we were children and having relationships but marriage was a different case. Love ruins things, I have seen it ruin people with my very own eyes.

I am his wife on paper, and that’s just it. I glance around, feeling the weight of this decision pressing down on me. My father is safe; his hospital bills are paid. Debt against my family’s name is a thing of the past. And maybe—maybe I could make this marriage work and pull my family out of poverty, securing a future for us all. Maybe.

I will give you twice the money you were paid if you tell me the truth. “You sound very desperate to hear me say what you’re thinking.I’m really sorry to disappoint you but I wasn’t paid anything.Does one get paid to marry the love of their life?Like I said before,we got married because we felt it was time to.You know,there comes a time in your life when you can not live without a person,that…” “Shut it!I can see you’ve been brainwashed.And if you all think I’m buying this scheme,you’re…”

“What is this?” “A proposal,” he said. “A solution. My father’s will contains a clause that requires me to be married within the year to maintain certain corporate protections. I need a wife—under terms that protect my interests. You need payment for your brother’s surgery. I provide funds, you provide marriage for one year. No emotional entanglement. A formal, legal arrangement.” The room tilted in on itself. Elena felt disoriented as if the carpet had moved. “Are you—are you offering me money for marriage?” Her laugh sounded broken and incredulous. “That’s—cruel.”

“But this one benefits both of us.” I didn’t touch it. I crossed my arms. “What now? You want me to sign away my right to breathe too loudly near you?” He chuckled again—twice in one night, and he shook his head. “Not quite. This one’s about survival. Yours and mine.” I raised a brow. “I'm listening.” “The shareholders don’t buy this marriage. Neither does the media. Which means my inheritance is still hanging by a thread.” He tapped the folder lightly. “Unless we convince them. Together.”

She shared the money she received from his estate with me, and from there, we grew closer, bonding over our deadly secret. Together, we found ways to cope, but they were expensive, and before we knew it, we had spent all of our money. Since there wasn’t any coming in, we had no backup plan, and soon found ourselves broke again. There was this guy who used to be friends with my brother but would constantly hit on Margot. After my brother died, he pursued her even more, promising her the world. That's when the idea of marrying wealthy men for their money originated.

"Alright, alright I'm sorry, okay? I'm sorry I didn't tell you. I just wanted to keep that a secret. I didn't even tell my family about that because for sure, they'll be against it." "Well, you are right. But you know what? I still can't believe that you really married that man you had a blind date with." "I fake married him for the money." "Yeah, I know, but what if he's the one? What if God made a way for you to find each other because you're destined to be together?" I looked at her with no emotion on my face. "That's what you get from watching romance dramas. That man will never ever fall in love with me, and of course, I would never ever fall in love with a man like him too."

Was this how I would throw my life away? They made it clear to me that if I didn't get married as it was said, Nyla wouldn't get the money she needed for her major surgery. The money they promised to pay now all of a sudden, it was an exchange, they knew I wouldn't have a choice but to agree to it and they were right. I didn't have a choice.

And now, I have proof. "Nothing they showed us was real. It was all just an agreement," I said emotionlessly. "So, does that mean their marriage wasn't even real? But does it even matter now? I mean, Lexi is gone," Jenny pointed out. I smiled again. "What matters now is that I know they never loved each other. That means there’s still a chance for Chase to love me. The problem is, I don’t know how to get close to him. And another thing—I don’t understand why Lexi’s shares went to him."