Married To A Billionaire Novels & Stories

“Even though I’m a rich heiress, I’m married now and I have my own family. I’m no longer with my family. Of course I have to plan ahead, so I can’t spend money at will.” “Really?” Marcus’ smile grew deeper as he went closer to look at her. “The rich are still better off than regular people. Even though you got married and are no longer the Jenner bachelorette, your savings must still be more than regular people’s. Oh, and you must have gotten luxurious wedding gifts too since you come from a wealthy family? Why haven’t I seen them?” Cordelia’s face was red as she swiveled around to look at him, her pretty eyes shiny and exasperated.

Mark answered as he sat up from his seat. "Yes, I seem to have forgotten that part, let's just say I didn't stay long," He raised his eyebrows as he moved his hands to his dark blue pants. "So, I looked up Margret McNeary, and did you know she was married now? Yeah found that out when her husband opened the door, She's Margret Meyer now. It took me a minute but I found Sandy Durant, She was willing but wanted double the amount I was willing to sign and wanted more when we divorced, She also wanted a baby, to ensure payment."

The contract had a secrecy clause, how else would she explain to her best friend that she was married to a billionaire hence, the Limited Edition Car? “You better start talking Emily,” Kayla pressed, her arms crossed over her chest. Emily’s shoulders slumped, “I got married, Kayla. To a billionaire. I came back to get my things, I’m moving in with him.” “What?” Kayla screamed, her eyes wide in shock. “Is this supposed to be some kind of joke,” her best friend asked in disbelief. “No, Kay, I’m serious,” Emily said, her voice firm. “How the f**k are you married? To a billionaire? Who’s he? When and how did all of this happen?”

“Tell me who he is and why he chose me as his wife.” She stood petrified in front of me, as if she didn’t know what to say, but I wouldn’t let her get away before she answered all my questions. “I don't understand why he chose you as his wife,” her voice came out shaky and slurred, “but Mr. Gregory is the heir to a multi-billion dollar empire. He needs a wife to take over the family business.” “Billionaire?” I whispered, and it was as if my strength went out like a balloon. ”I married a billionaire?”

I expected some kind of reaction—maybe awe or curiosity—but there was none. I guess it wasn’t a big deal to them. Sabrina is married to a millionaire, and Eunice is dating one. Half the girls here are connected to someone wealthy in some way. Being married to Jaydon, the youngest billionaire, didn’t make me special in their eyes. It was just another fact, another name to add to the list.

"Even though we know that your marriage to Jaxon was private, be careful. Because you're now the billionaire's secret." So this my first warning as the billionaire secret? This is my first warning as a billionaire wife?

Becky's pov… I stormed into my room breathing out heavily. As soon as I got it, I locked the door immediately and sat in front of it. What just happened? Like, I can't just wrap my head around Tyler being a billionaire? It's just so shocking and I never imagined something like this, not even in my wildest dreams. So all these while, I was married to a billionaire and just a mere gardener? Now I understand the reason why my late father insisted that I marry him.

, he kissed me strongly, pressing his top lip against mine roughly. "I have turned you into a cheesy guy", I rubbed my finger against the tip of his nose, slightly. "Only for you, my dear", he pulled me into his embrace. "I would never divorce you, if you're curious, how else would I find a rich billionaire to afford my fancy lifestyle", I kissed his lips lightly, feeling the pain rush through me. "Yeah right, I'm the one with a fancy lifestyle you're the girl who uses coupons and cash back, I never worried about those things", he said knowing he wasted money solving all of this rather than working.

Then why did she suddenly get married? "I got married to my billionaire ex."

Ethan stood alone in his £50M penthouse, in his £15,000 suit, surrounded by everything money could buy, and felt poorer than when he was pretending to be poor. Because his wife had left. And outside, in the elevator, Elise finally let out a loud sob, hugging her tote bag, whispering: "My husband is a billionaire... my poor husband is a billionaire... what am I going to do?"