Married To A Billionaire Mga Nobela at Kwento

I cupped my chin and then he gripped my elbow with wide eyes. "That is great. Wh-" "I thought of it but its like so huge. Like it's really huge" The smile slowly wiped from my face as he looked me dead in the eye. "Your husband, he's a billionaire. Isn't he and he has the exposure. You have the exposure, Aal. It's going to hit and it's going to be amazing" He said and my voice died in the silence of my thoughts. "See?" He shrugged his shoulders before backing off, yet till somewhat close.

Outside, the city blurred into night; inside, the car hummed with a quiet that broke only when a notification buzzed on Elena’s phone—an alert of headlines and speculation already forming online. She opened it with hands that trembled only slightly and saw the first of the morning’s angles beginning to take shape. Her breath caught when she read a line that had begun its life as a whisper at the table and now sat bold and hungry on the screen: *“Billionaire’s bride: business move or true love?”*

For two weeks, she didn’t get to see him and realised how briefly he was. She was amazed how rich such a man could be. She had always wanted to get married to a wealthy man, she just do not have any access to any. Being from a poor family, she realised that it was not easy to get all that she need without affluence and she had vowed never to go through what her parents went through. She want to be rich and if not… be the wife of a rich man … just like her boss. And thus she got an idea. Perhaps, her boss might marry her, he is a Muslim and a polygamous man as that, he could get married to someone like her…

"And when I heard he'd trashed your show over another woman, I couldn't do it anymore." "So I set up that meeting. I faked the injury. I lived in your apartment." "I know what I did was cheap. I just wanted you back." I listened, and something in me that I wasn't ready for was trying to rise. "Rowan. Are you an idiot? You're the heir to Ellsworth Holdings. You could have any woman you want. Why tie yourself to me?" It came out more irritated than I meant. Rowan laughed. He looked like a kid who'd just gotten away with something.

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.

It was beautiful, sleek, and definitely better than the one I had. “This isn’t even out yet,” I said, still in shock. “You have connections,” he teased. “Your husband owns the company.” he winked “So, this is the advantage of being married to the owner? Free phones?” I laughed. He smirked. “Among other things.” “I should have married you sooner.”I joked playfully and nudged his shoulder. He raised an eyebrow. “Oh? You mean you regret waiting?” I rolled my eyes. “I was joking.”

"If you're talking about money, you know I am not into---" "I know." He cut me by putting his index finger on my lips. "But you have no choice, Sophia Yzabelle Kelley because you're married to me and you married one of the top billionaires in California." He winked at me and God knows how much I wanted to smack the arrogant smile playing on his lips. "So, you really owned this mansion?" "We, sweetheart, owned this mansion."

She still remembered Ella’s wide eyes when she said it. “You what? You married a billionaire under contract?” Sophie had laughed at the disbelief, sipping her wine and brushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “Yes. No ceremony, no rings. Just ink on a page and signatures.” Ella’s jaw had dropped. “Wait, wait Sophie, who is he?” “His name is Carson O’Connell . He needed a wife for some mmm complicated corporate reasons. And I needed the money for my mum’s hospital bill, Sophie said felling a little bit sad

“So, Callie, how did your date with Mr. Billionaire go yesterday?” I heaved a sigh and then responded. “Well, aside from having the finest wine, and eating a whole bunch of sweet delicacies, it was just plain normal. Sterling is a man of few words.” “Wow, that must be cool. I can only imagine,” she stated with dreamy eyes. “Lucky you, babe. But Callie, I can't believe that you are finally going to be getting married to a billionaire.” “Me too.” I sighed. “But it might be a good thing after all. Your fiance is so handsome, muscular, and above all, extremely wealthy. That would be a huge plus to you.”

And so, with a heavy heart and a voice that threatens to betray me, I utter the words that seal our fate. "I do." As the ring slips onto my finger, I can feel the weight of it settling like a shackle, binding me to a life that is not my own. And yet, amidst the sea of unfamiliar faces and the swell of emotions, I only look for one person. The elegant lady who sat with the groom’s parents, her expression was unreadable, but her gaze was sharp, reminding me of the terms of our agreement. It was because of her that I was now privileged to wear a gown that I never thought I would, and it was because of her that I was pulled into a world that was vastly different from the one I had known all my l