Married To A Billionaire Novels & Stories

The arrangement was set for a small evening picnic between the two friends. “Cassandra, I’d like to tell you something—just between us,” Emily whispered, making it clear how private this was. “Okay!” Cassandra leaned in, sensing the secrecy. “A week ago, my father announced that I’d be marrying a stranger.” “What?! You can’t be serious!” Cassandra exclaimed. Emily shook her head, confirming it. “It’s true. My siblings have been all over town with the news, but I can’t even leave home. And now, to be forced into marriage? It’s unbearable.”

So far so good, her husband wasn't all that bad. "I have a question," Diana hooked her arms around his neck. "Now that we are married, does that make me Mrs Billionaire?" "Why would you think that?" His voice was harsh but that didn't stop Diana from smiling at him, looking at him with adoration. Wow, she really was a good actress. "Diana, those are just vows...." "Vows we made before God and I don't know about you but I take that very seriously." His wife interrupted. "So I guess I'm officially a billionaire."

Soon, a couple of paparazzi came to our reception, spoiling our supposed to be the first dance. Of course, a billion worth of marriage is breaking news! Two rival families joined as one is a century worth history. It was that kind of cliché - the not so normal billionaire cliché. But the fact that Gabriel had actually moved to his penthouse after the reception had finished was insane - for me at least. Not to mention the week-long honeymoon vacation spent by only me in Miami. Only me, swimming on the beach while he types away on that piece of metal they call 'laptop' somewhere inside his 'cave'.

Straightening back up his hand snaked around me cupping my butt and lips mashed against mine in a dominant kiss. Breaking apart we resumed our walk to the front as I stared at the man of my dreams, a smile possessing my lips on its own. His posture straight and expression stolid as he delivered short nods at the familiars. For the world he was still the arrogant, domineering billionaire people thought thrice to cross path with, but for me he was the sweetest, devoted and loving husband.

but I thought if this is same than she will surely meet me and introduce herself even I she is my ishu she will definitely not call me everytime sir sir blah blah. I open my eyes and went toward balcony and stand up there. And see it's stars and moon but it's little cloudy and windy even why not it's monsoon season her favourite. I close my eyes there and feel that air that cold breeze so child her innocent face come. I thought my mom is very stubborn if she decided to marry me with someone I know she will but I don't what should I do umm my mind speak up "idea I tell the girl no to this marriage bcoz I love someone else and if you marry Me. I don't give that love you deserve. Which a wife w

My friend and I were surprised to learn that billionaire Joshua Carter was going to marry a woman from modest beginnings. “Well, I'd say this is a little different, but I've seen a billionaire marry a poor girl before, so it's kind of starting to become popular,” she commented, giggling at me and reminding me of my marriage to Jason. Yes, it was true that when I married Jason I wasn't a CEO or anything like that, so I chuckled too. “Well, as long as there is love, I think everything can work out,” I commented.

First, I married Aaron Knight, the richest billionaire in the world, my'so-called,' husband, who doesn't even look at me once, he despises me that much. I despise him because he pushed me to marry him, which is why I despise him so much. "But Amy, I'm not hungry; I just need to sleep," I said her as my sight wandered across the living room to a huge, expensive-looking couch. To be honest, I don't have much of an appetite after this marriage. "No, no, sweetie, at the very least eat a bit. You'll enjoy my cuisine, I'm sure "She persisted, a puppy expression on her face.

“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?”

"The Langford family already threw you away! You are poor without me!" "Remember, Sarah, our marriage contract says you must give me a male heir. If not, you leave with nothing!" Sarah fell silent. If she divorced Ronan, she would live in poverty. No one would help her. She had no job. No savings at all. During their marriage, her needs were covered but everything was counted as household expenses. Ronan never gave her enough allowance even though he was a billionaire. She only received five hundred to seven hundred dollars per month. "Tonight, we will continue the baby program. You must get pregnant with a son."

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.