Married To A Billionaire Novels & Stories

I asked. “She's always involved.” He replied. I curled my hands into a fist. “You married into something you don't understand.” He commented. The words were deliberate. Was he right? I guess he is, considering my latest discovery; it appears I must have married into the wrong family. “Riley and her mother survive by attaching themselves to powerful men. Extracting resources. Then moving on.” He added. I tightened my jaw so hard that it hurt. “You expect me to believe this?” I asked.

“No—no, I mean it! You don’t get to hush me. You married into the damn Archer family! Do you even realize how insane that is?” “I realize it more than you think.” She paused on the other end. “What’s that supposed to mean?” “Diana…” I trailed off, leaning back against the headboard. “You wouldn’t understand.” “Try me,” she said with a playful tone. “Because from where I’m standing, you hit the jackpot. Gorgeous billionaire husband, insane mansion, no bills to pay—girl, are you even real anymore?” I laughed, but there was no joy in it. “You think this is some kind of fantasy, don’t you?”

“Yeah thanks thats money talking “, I said. “You married Charlie Hearth? Like everyone knows he is a sad billionaire, he doesn’t show his face at all, because he is sad and thats who you married? Because of money? But you’re not poor Alice, you’re doing real good for yourself, like why would you do that to yourself?”. “I just got retired by my “sad billionaire husband “ he asked me not to go to work anymore unless it’s by invitation, and Im getting an extra 2 million to do that, I don’t care what you think “.

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A reporter stood outside one of the city’s tallest towers. “Breaking this morning—” A reporter stood outside one of the downtown towers, speaking quickly. The cold billionaire Adrian has officially confirmed his marriage. The announcement was made during last night’s gala by his grandfather.” My fingers tightened around the mug. The screen changed. My photograph appeared. The purple dress. Adrian’s hand resting at my waist. Then the headline beneath it: THE UNEXPECTED MRS ADRIAN Claire sat upright. “Oh, we’re definitely doomed.” I barely heard her. The reporter continued.

“From what I’m seeing, he’s doing right by you despite the contract thingy. That’s enough.” Something about that rubbed me the wrong way instantly. “Doing right by me?” I echoed. “Yeah,” he said, like it was obvious. “Val, listen, this is an opportunity. You’d be crazy not to take advantage of it.” I stilled. “What do you mean?” “I mean,” he leaned forward slightly, his tone shifting, becoming more serious, more… insistent, “you’re married to a billionaire. A freaking billionaire. Do you know what that means?” I didn’t answer.

"I don't like it when you act too proud." "And I don't like it when you pretend you don’t want me, so we’re even." He shut up with his reply. "I honestly don't want you. I wasn't pretending." I managed to say. His chuckle sent tingles up my spine. Then he sat back in his seat, smoothed his hands over his hair, and chuckled again, as if he was enjoying some delicious secret. I leaned back as well, finally thinking about today. I just married a billionaire, which makes me a billionaire too.

“You have no idea what it took to be ‘fine.’” I shook my head. “I don’t want to see you. I don’t want to talk to you. Whatever you came here for, you can turn around and leave.” That was when his eyes changed. It was subtle, but I knew that look. “I saw you on the news,” he said slowly. “With that billionaire guy.” My stomach tightened. “And?” “I heard you’re married to him now.” I said nothing. “You see,” he continued, nodding like he’d just solved a puzzle, “I knew you were going to do fine for yourself.”

He hissed. "I do have my things going. I am not the eldest son..." he didn't give many details. He was really a billionaire.. I didn't know if I should cry or laugh that I was married to a billionaire. It just made it obvious how screwed I was. I had threatened a billionaire to marry me. He was more powerful than I thought.

A man who looked like he was ready to take the reins without burning the empire to the ground. And me? I had a sister who needed heart surgery. Parents are drowning in debt after our logistics business crashed. My master's degree at Oxford was hanging by a thread because I was working three part-time jobs just to survive. So yes. When a billionaire offers you a deal that can save your family, you don't overthink it. I married him. I smiled for the cameras. Stood by his side at charity events. Learned how to wear expensive dresses. Stayed out of his way like the contract demanded.