Married To A Billionaire Novels & Stories

"Oh no, I'm good. I'm not hungry." "What do you mean you're not hungry? Your husband gave us his card to do as we please, and now you're saying you're not hungry? You can get anything you want." "Husband? What's going on?" "I got married," Alice smiled. "You got married? When? To who? Do I know him?" "Yes. You may know him. Travis Osborne. It's been a few months, but it's been the best few months of my life." "Wait. That Travis Osborne? That CEO that was featured in Worbes or something?"

“Since we started dating, Mason, it feels like Damien owns you. Every time we’re together, you leave because he calls. Your mother already doesn’t like me because I’m not from a wealthy family, and now you expect me to play hostess to Damien’s wife? Do you know how that makes me feel?” Mason reached out, gently taking her hand and pressing his lips to her knuckles. “You’re misunderstanding everything. I don’t want you to feel lonely during Christmas, baby. That’s why I suggested you keep Damien’s wife company. I won’t be here—I’ve got business to handle.” Naomi pulled her hand away. “Can’t you say no, Mason? You just got married, and now you’re running off to Damien. He has assistants, and s

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?”*

I took her hand, her grio firm. “I know..” she answered softly. Of course she did. “Going to the gala?” she asked casually. “Yes.” “With your husband, I presume?” “Yes.” “I guess, it's been a tough month with all the noise around your life..” “Yeah. But I'm glad, all that is behind us.” She smiled softly and continued talking. We spoke about how having a little bit of normal in your life goes a long way. Being married to a billionaire. Knowing when and how to take the next step in you're relationship and marriage…

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

He opened the backdoor and gestured to get in. At that moment I realized people were staring and whispering. Some whispering. >She married a billionaire and now thinks she is something >She's shameless...a showoff >Why does she even work here when she is the wife of a billionaire now >I heard she is raking billionaires now...she has a Hargrave, now she wants a Geezran. I felt embarrassed and quickly went into the car. This wasn't the kind of life I wanted and yet people judged me for it.

"There are a few more people I need to impress tonight. And since you're my future wife, you're coming with me." Aurora forced a polite smile as he led her through the crowd, her body hyper-aware of his touch. They stopped in front of a tall man in a navy suit and a woman dripping in diamonds. "Ah, Damian," the man greeted warmly, shaking his hand. "And this must be the fiancée we’ve heard so much about." Damian's hand gently squeezed her waist as he pulled her closer. "Yes, this is Aurora Lane. Aurora, meet Richard Caldwell, one of the board members of Blackwell Enterprises, and his wife, Elaine."

“You say that like it’s a surprise.” Leila glared at him. “Let’s go over this again.” He gestured for her to continue, as if humoring her. She gritted her teeth. “Six months. We stay married for six months, and in exchange, my brother is left alone. No harm, no threats, no blackmail.” Adrian nodded. “Correct.” She continued. “We live together.” “Yes.” She inhaled slowly, forcing herself to keep reading. “There will be public appearances. Events. Interviews.” She looked up. “You expect me to play the role of the devoted wife?”

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.

The smell of coffee and the smell of roasted chicken mixed with the anxiety rising in my chest. I stood there, questioning myself. “Why me?” I muttered. “Why would a billionaire, one of the coldest and most ruthless men in the city choose my hand in a contract marriage? I wish I had a better option than this one.” Unable to bear the thoughts alone, my voice slipped out getting louder, quiet yet loud enough for me to hear. “A contract marriage.” I had seen it in movies and read about it in novels, but I never imagined I would be trapped in such a situation.