Married For Money Novels & Stories

he said simply. Aurora blinked, thinking she misheard him. "Excuse me?" "Marry me," Damian repeated. "One year. You play the perfect wife, help me secure a business merger that requires me to appear... settled. In exchange, your father’s debt disappears." Aurora's heart pounded. "Why me?" His eyes glinted dangerously. "Because you hate me, and I hate you. No messy feelings to get in the way." She swallowed hard. "And if I say no?"

It would ensure that I could live well in the future. The chat appeared in front of my eyes again. [What the hell? This divorce agreement only benefits the guy?] [Ruby is such a perfect woman. Why do I feel like she really is bankrupt?] [No, that’s not right. In the original story, she really does become super rich later…] After hearing her words, I felt like my head was spinning. “I don’t understand. I just have to sign it, right?” I tried to sign the agreement again. Ruby stopped me once more.

We absolutely can't let her feel shortchanged. I froze slightly, feeling warmth rise in my chest. In my past life, my wedding to Grayson had been rocky and half-hearted. Grayson's mother had insisted that once I married into their family, I would be their daughter-in-law. The Thatcher company was already declining and desperately needed money. I had to economize on everything while still ensuring they did not lose their reputation in front of outsiders. To meet their harsh demands, my family ended up covering most of the expenses. Yet on the wedding day, Grayson still did not show up. The news of it went viral. He became the notorious playboy heir and even gained a following of young admirer

The screen lit up, and my eyes widened at the credit alert flashing across it. One hundred million dollars. “Did you—” “I needed this marriage badly,” he cut in. An awkward silence filled the air, thick enough to be felt. “Just so you know,” I started, “I’m not doing this for the money. And our marriage would be nothing other than a contract. It won’t restrict me from other things—and by other things, you know what I mean,” I said, just to be clear. He nodded. “I’m totally cool with it.”

“And somehow you’re still single. Shocking.” His smile didn’t falter. “Actually, I’m divorced too. But thanks for asking.” “Didn’t work out.” He said it casually, like he was talking about the weather. “Turns out when you marry someone for money, things get complicated.” “Sounds healthy.” “It was a disaster.” He shrugged. “But at least I got the land out of it.” Of course he did. I turned fully to face him. “I didn’t ask for your life history Alcott. ”

Vulnerable. I replayed yesterday's conversation with Festy Vale, seeing it now with horrifying clarity. "That was her maiden name." Maiden name. Because she'd taken his name when they married. Vale. Lynn Vale. The man had sold his own wife. Sent her to a stranger's penthouse thinking it was a legitimate job, knowing exactly what would happen. I'd done ruthless things in my career. Crushed competitors. Destroyed people who stood in my way. Built my fortune on being cold and calculating.

He also had quiet decisions like this, improvements that no one would see in the newspapers or at gala balls. Mrs. Malcolm crossed her arms, watching her with attentive eyes—those eyes that always read what no one said. “Yes, he’s a good man, but you don’t love him.” Karen blinked. Her heart skipped an uncomfortable beat. That woman never minced words. “I noticed that when you visited me,” Mrs. Malcolm said seriously. Karen pondered the factors that led to her marriage. The money. The agreement. The cold and calculated contract. “I’m happy,” she lied. “My dear...” Mrs. Malcolm held her hands; “did you marry for money?”

A stranger with blood on his hands and power she couldn’t fight. Something unfamiliar twisted in my chest. I should have been annoyed but instead I was intrigued. This marriage was nothing more than a business deal. Right after the wedding, I intended to shove her into a glitzy mansion, pad her wallet with credit cards and cash, and check in on her only when I’d need her to attend a public function with me or when my Dad needed to tug on her father’s leash “You’re not allowed to be with other men in this marriage,” I said coldly.

You should know that even married people don't love each other," He coldly said. That's absurd! "Why would they even marry each other in the first place?" I was now invested. He still wasn't looking at me. "For specific reasons. Money, companionship, convenience or sometimes, even revenge." Dom answered. "But I don't get why..." "Because people are greedy. It's good enough that you're away from all that. If you think you know a lot about love, you should keep in mind that it's not the same in the books." Now he stared back, with an intense expression.

" smiled and shook my head. "There was no one that got my heart tingling. I was very career-oriented too. Of course, I wanted to get married and start a family ... but those were just dreams ... and as my mom always says, dreams only come through for stars." Cindy stood up and crossed her arms. "You're married now" She stated. "Ugh ... no Cindy." I roll my eyes playfully. " I meant a marriage for love ... not money" "You married him for his money?" I bit down on my bottom lip and looked away as I tried to think of a proper answer. But she read my facial expression like a book. "What do you need the money for?" she asked, narrowing her eyes.