Married To A Billionaire Stranger Novels & Stories

She had heard that a mansion here would cost at least $50 billion. She now comprehends how the man is able to give her $100,000 every week. Who is the man she married, exactly? Who is he, exactly? What is his identity?' She asked quietly, but her eyes were cold and indifferent, as if she were not surprised to be here. However, if you closely watched her, you would notice that she was surprised.

This was too surreal, too good to be true that I had to ask, “Why? I am no use to you and we are not of the same class” “You shouldn’t be worried about that, that's my problem. All I need is for you to act like my wife in front of everyone and convince them well enough. Are you willing?” If his face wasn't so serious, I would have really thought this was just a prank. A fake marriage with a billionaire… What games was fate playing? Is this what it means to have struck gold? I wouldn't have had too many problems with the idea except that… “Urmm, I have a five year old son, he has been diagnosed with down syndrome” I spoke up about my condition.

I froze on the spot immediately I looked at the stranger and he smirked, he is that person you don't want to mess with, the hidden multi-billionaire, he is unknown, no one has seen his face before, he doesn't appear in public, they only know his name, how come he's at my wedding and how did I chose to give him the ring? I could have chosen another person, what have I gotten myself into? How did I end up signing a death wish?

I didn’t want to go through what my mom was going through and that’s why I’m working day and night to make ends meet to avoid depending on a man. But here I was offered with a marriage contract to get married to a man I’ve only heard of and seen twice, although we shared a very erotic and exotic night, I know nothing about this man well of course aside from the fact that he was a powerful billionaire. I was doubtful of what my life was going to be;should I take the offer,marry this stranger and someone I don’t know and my life become better or I should say a hard ‘no’ to it and continue to struggle to make ends meet and keep my dignity with it.

After seeing Ryan and hurting all over again, I was unable to be on my own, and I would end up soaking my pillows with tears. As I stood on the porch of Lucas's new duplex, I wondered just how rich he was to afford such a thing. Perhaps Joan was right. Lucas was a billionaire! Maybe he was involved in money laundering, and things got hot, which is why he was in Woodstock! Oh, Ariel! Stop thinking about the man. I sighed, pressing the call button on the wall. I had spent one week thinking about his offer, and unable to come up with any other options, I decided to take it.

Something unreadable passed through his eyes— I didn't understand it though. “I know.” He said. “And I'll try my best till you accept me in your life.” “I'm getting married soon.” I hissed. “You have only one husband, and I will not let any man take what's mine.” He pressed hard. We stared at each other. And I could see his restaurant breaking and once it does, I'm doomed, because I am not a saint! “You’re impossible!” I muttered under my breath, and without a word, I turned away first.

“We already discussed the terms.” I swallowed hard. I was doing this to reclaim my mother’s inheritance. To take back what they tried to steal from me. “Shall we shake hands, new husband?” I asked, holding my palm out, masking the ache in my heart. He took my hand. “Yes, lovely wife. Do you see?” Three hours later, we stood at the city hall. The documents were signed. My name… and his… sealed in ink. I stared at the page, heart hammering. I had just married a stranger. A stranger whose species I didn’t even know.

“Followed by a wedding in two weeks. The board wants this done quickly. The optics are important.” “Three days?” I stood up. “You expect me to agree to marry a complete stranger in three days?” “He’s not a stranger,” my father said quietly. “He’s been to this house. Besides he’s a brilliant businessman, you could do much worse.” He’d been to this house. They’d had dinner. While I was in Bangkok, thinking Kai was some poor stranger, he’d been playing both sides. The betrayal was so massive I couldn’t process it. “I won’t do it,” I said. “I won’t marry him.”

I said immediately they picked up “Isn't that the same Mr Stranger you woke up with, saying you don't remember him” Valentina said “Yes, I don't know him, dad said I have to marry him to calm the scandal down” I told them “Ooo juicy” Vivienne said and I glared at her “So you're getting married to a stranger, immediately after Sebastian called off the wedding?“ Valentina said “I mean, it's a good option, instead of the press to be calling her a cheater and a whore, the world sees it that they are in love and She realized she couldn't marry Sebastian and called off the wedding” Vivienne swooned

I just hoped theirs wasn't as fake as ours. It seemed Maverick knew them because he shook hands with the man and kissed the back of the woman's hand politely. He introduced me as his girlfriend, and even though I wasn't in the mood for small talk, I smiled and pretended to play along. I was too busy taking everything in. The cool ocean breeze brushed my skin and somewhere nearby, a violin joined the jazz band and started playing. This was a billionaire wedding. This was the type of thing girls like me only read about in Magazines and watch on the TV.