Married For Money Novels & Stories

"She needs to change hospitals. Private treatment. But El, we can't pay for it. I've already borrowed money from everybody I can. I just… I didn't know who else to turn to." Elira bit the inside of her cheek hard. “I’ll figure something out.” “You always say that.” This time, Elira didn’t promise. She hung up, heart aching. No tears. There was no time for that anymore. She stared at the envelope again. Marriage of convenience. One year. No intimacy. No obligations beyond appearances. Full medical expense coverage. Her conscience screamed. But the math was too loud. --- The next morning, Elira didn’t go to work.

“Why are you always impossible, Melissa? When are you going to apply common sense in your miserable life? I have money now which is the reason you married Brian in the first place.” “No, I never married Brian because of money” I interrupted her, “If I married Brian because of money I would have divorced him a long time ago so I could get fifty percent of his inheritance which is the prenuptial agreement in the marriage. But I am still in marriage.” “You fool,” mom cursed me; “Do you call this marriage? Is this dead marriage what you call marriage? You married Brian juts because of money. Everyone in Rio Hondo knows that you married an ill-fated, violent mad man because of what you stand to

"The entire world knows I married you for money. That I'm a gold digger who trapped you with a baby." "That's not what happened…" "Isn't it?" I was crying now, unable to stop the tears. "I did marry you for money. For my mother's surgery. That part is completely true." "The circumstances were true. But what we became, " He set the phone aside and pulled me close despite my resistance. "What we have now is real. That's what matters." "It doesn't matter to them." I gestured at the phone, at the thousands of people currently judging me online. "They think I sold myself. That the pregnancy was planned to secure my position when the contract expired."

“And you have no interest in my money. Those qualities make you the perfect candidate for the deal.” I bit my lip unconsciously, eyes wide open with confusion. “I don’t even know you. I’ve only met you once. How can I trust you or this offer?” “No, Trust doesn’t come into it,” Xavier said bluntly. “Just a signature. You marry me for the agreed time, you get the money, and you walk away.” I stared out the window at the bustling New York street. People hurried past, laughing, struggling, living. My own life had been a relentless uphill battle for years, but this sudden offer threatened to change everything.

"This morning. You found me in a search, and then I walked into you in your lobby." "Yes." "That's a coincidence." "It's convenient," he said, without blinking. "I prefer convenient." He turned the laptop screen toward me. --- Fifty million dollars. If you'll agree to be my wife. I stared at the number. Then at him. My brain, which had been holding itself together through sheer determination since six AM, made a sound like a dial-up connection and briefly went offline. "You have one minute to decide," he said.

Adam Locke made it his mission to control our marital finances. Every time I needed money, he subjected me to an interrogation. All I was allowed was 300 dollars a month, no more, no less. "Asking for money again?" Adam asked, shoving his ledger in my face. "You've already reached your withdrawal limit for this month!" I stared at the ledger. That 300-dollar budget was supposed to cover our children's medical bills, our daily household expenses, and even the money Adam owed restaurants or colleagues whenever he got drunk at one of his "business events." Not a single one of those expenses had been for me. Suddenly, his phone rang. He picked it up from the table, and his tone softened al

I was checking out at the grocery store when my payment was declined for insufficient funds. My paycheck, which had landed in my account that morning, was gone. I called Marcus Dean to ask him about it. That was when I noticed he'd texted me three minutes earlier. Marcus: [Hey, babe. Ryan's 4,000 dollars short on the down payment for his car. I went ahead and used the money in your account to cover it.] I stared at the message, frozen in place. After expenses, Marcus and I usually managed to save about 700 dollars a month between the two of us. But now, five years into our marriage, our savings account was back to zero. Again. During our first year of marriage, his brother Ryan started

On the eve of my wedding, my friends threw a joint bachelor and bachelorette party for Natalie Cole and me at a bar. After a few rounds of drinks, someone suggested a game of Truth or Dare. The bottle landed on me first. My younger brother, Kayden Wilson, grinned. "I dare you to take off your pants. Let's see what you've got." The whole table immediately erupted in cheers. I glanced at Natalie, but she kept her head down and continued scrolling through her phone without a word. Hence, I took off my pants and stood there in nothing but my underwear. In the second round, the bottle landed on me again. My sister, Hannah Wilson, raised her glass and asked half-jokingly, "Logan, I dare you

"The one my wife and I will be moving into after the wedding this evening?" James tossed a silver key ring across the room. I caught it effortlessly. "Are you even a little bit curious to see her?" James asked, shaking his head. "Your wife? Bro, you're actually getting married. D*mn. You're leaving me all alone in the single world." "It's five years," I replied coldly, sliding my silver Rolex onto my wrist. "She will be my wife just for show." Thirty minutes later, my cynicism faded into a blur of blinding camera flashes and low whispers.

If Sylvia could enter the research institute, why couldn’t she? All that talk about being short on money was nothing more than an excuse to chase her back home and keep her trapped there as an unemployed housewife.