Married To A Billionaire Stranger Novels & Stories

“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

I found myself staring at how her cherry pink lips suffered brutality as she dug into her teeth, ‘This is torture,’ I thought to myself as I pushed myself off the door. “We don't have all the time in the world, miss Stanton,” I said, cutting through the silence and her thoughts. “Isn't there some other option rather than this… this… this marriage,” she finally completed after a while of trying to find a word that she wouldn't choke on. “Do you really think I want to get married to you? A stranger I barely know?” I said, standing a bit away from, anger framing my face. “I don't know what cruel game someone is playing with you by setting you up with me and then informing the media about it, bu

“I’m about to ask you for something crazy, Leilani.” “How crazy?” “Very,” he said. She cocked her head and sized him up from top to bottom, then gave him the go-ahead to speak by nodding. “Marry me, Leilani.” “What?” Of all the crazy things she had heard this year, this was the craziest. And the fact she was thinking about it made her crazier than the man proposing to a total stranger. “We will have rules. There will be a contract.” Eyes widened in shock, she muttered, “You want me to be your wife? A contract wife?”

"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."

He hadn’t moved since the broadcast started, but his silence was louder than any outburst. Juniper crossed her arms. “That was quite the headline,” she said, her voice cutting through the stillness like a blade. Adrian didn’t flinch. Instead, he reached for the remote, his movements precise, and turned off the TV with a sharp click. “News exaggerates,” he said smoothly, but there was something too controlled about the way he said it, as if he were gripping the edges of his patience. Juniper narrowed her eyes. “Right. And you just happen to be the unfortunate billionaire caught in the middle of a ‘misunderstanding’?”

“I know why you married me.” Ava frowned. “What are you talking about?” Ethan let out a cold, humorless laugh. “Let’s not pretend, Ava.” Her stomach twisted. “You married me for my money,” he said bluntly. The words hit harder than anything else. “You saw a billionaire, and you took your chance.” Ava stared at him, stunned. “What…?” “I was just a means to an end,” he continued. “A way out. A way up.” “That’s not true—”

he said, while his eyes were still on the road. I didn’t answer. How could I relax when my life now belonged to a stranger, a billionaire who wanted me as his contract wife and intended to control every part of my existence? If you were in my situation, would you relax? “But Xavier,” I finally spoke, my voice shaky, “is it really necessary for me to go with you this night? Can’t I just go to my apartment and meet you at the office tomorrow morning?” Calm and reserved, he replied with a faint smile, “That is not possible. Henceforth, your life already belongs to me. If it were not night already, we’d have gone straight to court to legalize it. But tomorrow, we will.”

I reached out, my eyes half-closed, and picked it up. There were over thirty missed calls and fifty unread messages. Most were from news outlets, but several were from Liam's PR team. My stomach dropped. I sat up quickly, clicking on the first link sent by my assistant. The headline on a massive gossip site read: "THE REAL ALLISON MONTGOMERY: COLD-HEARTED HEIRESS ABANDONS TRAGIC LITTLE BOY FOR BILLIONAIRE'S MONEY. Beneath the headline was a huge photo of me holding little Leo at a park two years ago, juxtaposed right next to a recent photo of me getting into Liam's luxury car.

His grandfather cut his steak before speaking, “This marriage happened too sudden.” “We didn’t have a choice after the scandal,” Vivian replied… scandal. The word made my chest ache. My father cleared his throat awkwardly but avoided looking at me. I felt alone surrounded by people, then Ethan’s aunt leaned back in her chair and smiled at me, “So Natalie… tell us something… how does it feel marrying the man your sister loves?” The room went silent. Pain twisted in my stomach, I lowered my eyes before answering, “I didn’t steal Ethan from Layla.”

"Lila, you're literally insane. I can't marry a stranger!" "It's a dare!" Lila pushed, slamming her hand on the table. "Miami has those twenty-four-hour chapels everywhere. Do it! Just get fake married! It will be hilarious!" "It isn't fake if it's a real chapel," I stammered, nausea slowly kicking in. "And besides, he will never agree to that." "Agree to what?" I froze. The low, deep voice came from right behind me. I turned around, and the gorgeous stranger was standing there, hands shoved into his pockets, looking down at us with an amused expression.