Married For Money Novels & Stories

But there was one little tiny bit of problem that he could only presumed. "I, uh... I... Don't really know you more intimately, but I bet you gonna make a good spouse for my son." "Really?" "Of course. I suppose he should have proposed to you already? But you know one thing; it is very wrong to marry for money, however it is silly to marry without it. So you see, keeping the balance make a real couple." he remarked sarcastically. "Hmm, you lost me sir." "Don't be naive. You're so beautiful and I bet a lot of guys in their dozen times might be longing to spend a minute with you in a beautiful restaurant. Okay, let's say McDonalds for instance."

He finished as I slowly nodded my head in understanding. "And yaah One thing I want to clear with you. You are my wife only on paper, I didn't accept you nor gona in near future so you better don't expect anything from me or from this marriage . We are newly married-couples to the world but in this room you are nothing to me just a forced responsibility. So it's better for you to accept the reality." He said as I looked down to hide my glistering eyes because of tears. " Well whom I am saying all this......who married me only for the money and luxurious life.........Bloody Gold digger. "

Bella was in daze, this is not how she had always wished to get married, she had always picture herself marrying a prince who was in love with her, and she in love with him, and then they would conduct their wedding ceremony, her dream wedding, more like a Cinderella thing, but here she was, with a marriage certificate in her hand, but not happy at all, as she had married her own boss, Bella thought to herself sadly, an expression which Kevin got a glimpse of. Was she really that sad to get married to me,or was she regretting getting married to him,Kevin thought to himself,but dared not ask her despite the fact that he was dissatisfied,just seeing her sad expression didn't sit very well with

I decide to tell her the truth. "My marriage with Flora is a commercial one. At that time, my group was hit by the global financial crisis. Flora's father left a large fortune to her and her mother, but they didn't know how to manage it, so they transferred the fortune to me through this marriage. In exchange, I must give them enough economic returns." "Does your wife know that you treat your marriage in this way?" She asks a question that I never think of. "I didn't tell her directly, but I haven't been home for three years since we got married, and I don't even know what she looks like. So I think she will understand what I mean sooner or later and plan for her future life."

Dylan looked into her eyes. "I'm not going to marry you for money," Lorraine said firmly. "fine, if not for money would you at least do it for your mom? It's going to be a job that'll cost you just a little lie and will pay a great deal of money" he explained. "what do you know about my mom?" Lorraine asked. "I know that she doesn't have enough funds to live the life she deserves" Dylan proceeded to explain. "And that's not your problem... Stay away from me!" She turned around to leave when he stopped her.

, I asked and she looked at me humiliated. "This is supposed to be the wedding of the century, no offense, but I have over 2,000 guests and no food, but I will never resort to some smelly cod", she pouted and I understood what she was saying. The whole world was waiting for the ultra famous model to be married to the ultra rich businessman, it was just rich marrying rich, which meant money was definitely going to be thrown around. For my wedding everyone was wondering who I was, to the public I do look like a boarding school rich kid, that had never really had parents. But I was hidden from the media, so the world was wondering who is the girl he's marrying.

I signed where indicated. And then it was done. I stood on the steps of the Ministry of Marriage in a dress I had chosen myself, holding a certificate with both our names on it, trying to locate the feeling I was supposed to have in this moment. I'm married. I am Mrs. Hills. I am married to the richest, most aggravating, most complicated man in this city, and I did it for my mother's debt and to cover up two one-night stands, and this is my life now.

She had to have misheard him. “Well, yes. We’re not getting married because we’re in love. We’re getting married for money – in my case, money, property, and for the business. There’s no reason for us to hold on to each other after my father dies because I would have met the requirements of his will’s codicil.” “I see,” she mumbled. “And your marrying me for your trust fund so you can have more freedom and not have to ask you parents for every little thing. I assume you would want your marital status back to single, so you can have the ultimate freedom once everything is said and done.”

He usually does that whenever he’s nervous, concerned, or trying to keep his mind busy. “Mom, dad…there’s something I’d like to tell you” I started, they both stood from the dining table inside the kitchen. I gulped, looking at their worried faces. “Harris and I, we weren’t really married, everything was fake, it was just a fake marriage contract…” I said, their eyes widened, as my father approached me, mom covered her mouth from shock. “everything was fake…” I added, as tears started to prick at the corners of my cheeks, my eyes studying their facial expressions…

“Would you love you if you were me?” I recoiled as if slapped. My breath hitched, sharp and broken in my chest. “You’ve let yourself go. You’ve become boring. Predictable. Hell, even your cooking sucks now. And don’t get me started on your body—” “Stop,” I rasped as I visibly recoiled into myself. “I married you for your family’s money,” he said, casually. “Your father’s influence. But then he died, and guess what? No access. No legacy. Just you. And what the hell was I supposed to with someone like you?”