Married For Money Novels & Stories

So, we have to figure out if the people getting married really meant to or just did it for the money. Marcus leaned forward slightly. Selene’s hand tightened on Avalon’s. "However," Judge Marice went on, "what I need to decide isn't whether this marriage started in the best way. The real question is whether there's enough proof that the marriage was a sham from the start - in other words, that both, if people got married with no plan to actually be together as a real couple. She flipped a page. Mr. Sullivan made a strong case that money was the main motivator for this union. He pointed out that Mr. Pierce wanted to protect what he was going to inherit, and Mrs. Pierce needed funds to help wi

As if he wasn’t asking me to sell myself. ‎I lifted my eyes slowly, forcing my trembling hands to stay still. The man sitting across from me was everything people whispered about in magazines and boardrooms—handsome, powerful, untouchable. Ethan Blackwood. Billionaire CEO. The man who had ruined my family without losing a second of sleep. ‎ ‎“You want me to marry you?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. ‎ ‎His dark eyes flickered, sharp and cold, like he was already bored of this conversation. “For one year.”

It was the first honest sentence in a long while that had cost me nothing, and the first that frightened me. "Why did you really agree to marry me?" I asked next. "Say it plain." "The will. And Richard's books." He didn't dress it up. "Your estate records may show where that money went. I won't pretend that wasn't part of it." "Part of it." "I signed away the money before you said yes. That wasn't about the books." "It doesn't fix this." I closed the folder. "I've been married to a man who decided what I deserved to know. I'm not doing it twice."

Ethan Blackwood spotted with mystery florist wife at Claridge's. Sophie screamed so loud the baby started crying again. "OH MY GOD! YOU MARRIED A BILLIONAIRE BY MISTAKE?! ELISE CARTER, YOU LUCKY BITCH! AND YOU LEFT HIM?! ARE YOU CRAZY?!" "I didn't leave him because I don't love him! I left because he lied to me! He made me think he was poor! I worried about his salary! I saved half my sausage for him!" Sophie hugged her. "Oh, honey. He lied because he loves you. Rich men do stupid things when they are in love. My husband lied about his height and he's only 5'6. Your husband lied about £98 billion. It's the same."

John took a deep breath and, after a long sip, let out the bitter, raw truth: “My marriage to Elizabeth… is a contract. Nothing more.” “What?!” they both exclaimed, surprised. Both of them widened their eyes in astonishment and looked at each other, absorbing what their friend had just said, then looked at John, who continued to stare at his glass “Elizabeth…” John gripped the glass tightly, staring intently at the bottom of it. “She married me… for money.” For a few seconds, all that could be heard was the sound of the wind and the waves crashing below, and the stunned expressions on Daniel and Marcus’s faces.

I look at Henry and I think the realization of what he has said to her is finally sinking in. “By the way, Henry. In the span of a year and a few weeks, I got married to a man I thought he hated me and yes, I did marry him for money because in case you forgot, my parents refused to fund my company and I was okay with it. I was in an explosion and I almost lost my life. A woman came out of nowhere and said that she was carrying my husband’s baby. The man I was falling for!

She leaned slightly to me, listening intently, "Richard, the man she married, is only after her money. And my mother is too blinded by love to see that." Malea sighed and looked out the window. "We're all a little broken whether we realize it or not." My breath hitched. "I guess so."

And then she added,” I did not marry my husband for his money. “I did not think that you did. Given that your family is one of the richest in Australia but there is definitely an inheritance at stake here,” said the older man. “LIKE HELL THERE IS!!!” Normal 0 false false false EN-US X-NONE X-NONE /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes;

I blurted out before I could stop myself. My dad nodded. “The wedding is in two weeks.” “Fuck this!.” She got on her feet. “I’m not getting married to some loser. I’m not getting married just because you failed to save your company the normal way. I’m getting out of here.” “There are consequences.” Mom said quickly just before Chloe could turn her back to leave. “We signed a document, documents. And it said that if we failed to fulfill our part of the contract, both your father and I would have to give up everything we own, including this house and failure to do that would lead us to prison.”

Marrying a man with money was my only way out—my family’s only way out. As a little girl, I dreamed of a perfect wedding with the man of my dreams. I never imagined it would end like this. Marrying for money—something I had always despised—was exactly what I was doing. No one wants to marry a beast, but what choice did I have? I had none. I glanced at my new husband. He took another sip of wine, his hand clenched into a tight fist. He barely looked at me. Even our kiss at the altar had been cold, clinical, and far too brief.