Married To A Billionaire Stranger Novels & Stories

"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.

“Do you have any idea how I've been living the past three years?” “Other than lavish, how else?” Her eyes widened. “I know about the hundreds of thousands that get wired into your account every month. What could be better than that? Or have you saved up enough for a lifetime that you suddenly want to leave?” “It's not sudden. I've thought about it. Aldwin will never love me. He never has.” “Did you just come to your senses? What were you thinking when you agreed to marry a stranger? Before you signed those papers, did he in any way show you he loved you? Or were you just carried away by the famous billionaire and agreed without thinking?”

Ownership disguised as nostalgia. I studied him carefully. “You still want her.” It wasn’t a question, and he didn’t deny it. “She belongs with someone who understands her,” he replied. “Not some billionaire playing savior.” The arrogance would have impressed me once. Now it just sounded delusional. “You’re engaged to me,” I reminded him. He glanced at my ring and then back at me. “That was strategic.” Strategic. The word felt like a slap. “So was I,” I said evenly.

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?”*

Amaraielle Grace Stewart is a 24-year-old graduating Tourism Management student who has spent her entire life trying to be the granddaughter her strict grandmother expects her to be. She has a future to build, a reputation to protect, and a life that is supposed to follow all the rules. Until one night at a bar, when one impulsive encounter changes everything. While looking for a quiet moment in the women's restroom, Amara accidentally encounters a dangerously attractive stranger kissing another woman. She decides to mind her own business until moments later, she finds herself alone with him. One look becomes an unexpected kiss. One kiss becomes a moment neither of them can take back. A

I struggled within my husband’s tight embrace, feeling a suffocating tightness constricting my chest and making my stomach tense more and more. "What do you need help with, Rex? Just say it clearly and stop beating around the bush!" "Helping you marry through the entire contract scenario he’s meticulously crafted since the beginning of our marriage," Rex said hoarsely, sighing heavily. As I came to terms with the bitter reality that my entire marriage to the billionaire was the result of a scenario orchestrated by Alex, a terrifying thought surfaced in my mind. I mustered every last ounce of strength to break free from his embrace. I forced myself to turn around and stare straight into Rex’s

It was the first honest sentence in a long while that had cost me nothing, and the first that frightened me. "Why did you really agree to marry me?" I asked next. "Say it plain." "The will. And Richard's books." He didn't dress it up. "Your estate records may show where that money went. I won't pretend that wasn't part of it." "Part of it." "I signed away the money before you said yes. That wasn't about the books." "It doesn't fix this." I closed the folder. "I've been married to a man who decided what I deserved to know. I'm not doing it twice."

Beauty said and stood up to get the first aid. She bent to clean his woumds and his next words shocked her. “Marry me!" " Are you high? Why would I marry a stranger?" She snapped. " Then spend ninety days with me. In return I'll pay you a billion dollars. " He said and she gasped. " You're kidding right? “ She asked but his face was serious. " Why would you want to spend ninety days with me? “ " It would get my parents off my back. Besides you need the money too. “

“Stranger?” a reporter asked, his voice tinged with disbelief. The room buzzed with anticipation. Kiara could hear everyone gasping and wondering as they looked at her unblinkingly for the truth. “Yes, a stranger. He doesn’t even know who was his wife while he was forced at gunpoint to marry the girl!” Another revelation escaped out of her moths, causing the entire room to buzz with coherent whispers. “He has just taken a little help from a stranger and that proved to be his biggest mistake. That one help led him to a forced wedding the next morning.” She said, remembering the night as her eyes turned dim. It was all that fateful night’s help that twisted their lives forever.

"How is it possible? Literally anything you want can be bought. Everything." His gaze found hers. "Not all." There was a sadness in his expression. A yearning for something she could not clearly recognize. the wave ran over her. Maybe he knew what it felt like to be abandoned like her. She moved her lips to say something - anything - to make him feel better, but nothing happened. Instead, she pursed her lips and nodded. They were silent for a moment before Sage waved. "We have to keep moving forward," he said. Irena nodded and followed. As she watched her flock move as he walked, her thoughts flashed through her mind. Could this billionaire sympathize with her? Here, he is given a plane for