Married To A Billionaire Stranger Novels & Stories

I thought I had ordered the press to stop the allegations and bad comments about her. As I clicked the news to get a better view of what was happening, I couldn't bear what I was seeing. [Ex-Billionaire's wife, Miss Freya Rogers, getting married a few days after dissolving marriage with Billionaire] I wiped my eyes to see if perhaps I wasn't seeing clearly. Did Jason perhaps know about these and had kept it hidden from me?There was no way Freya would get married to someone else...there was... "I guess you've probably seen the news. Perhaps that's why you drove all the way down to this remote town, Mr. Michael Smith." I looked back at the picture on the phone and back at the person speaking t

In fact, he seemed to enjoy her closeness. My stomach twisted painfully, a familiar feeling of jealousy and insecurity washing over me. I have never known about her before. I didn't know if she was his business partner, I had never seen that face near him before, neither had he mentioned it. But seeing them like this, so close, in front of everyone… it felt like a betrayal. As I stood there, trying to compose myself, I overheard two men nearby talking. “Is that his wife?” one of them asked, nodding toward the lady.

A frantic phone call with Aunt Beatrice and one impulsive decision later, I'd married a complete stranger. Adrian Blackwell. The ruthless billionaire who owned half the city's skyline. I sighed, pulling the duvet closer. My friends called me impulsive, and my parents called me a hurricane. But lying in a stranger's expensive bed, I couldn't ignore the magnitude of what I'd done. I'd tied my life to a predator. Whatever, I thought, closing my eyes. I'd made my bed, literally. Let the Ice King deal with the consequences. I was going to keep being me.

The headlines today was "Nations first love Lira Hart and Billionaire husband's happy marriage." Happy marriage my feet. What happy marriage? Just because he showed up at my movie set, and played the sweet and caring husband, he's now branded as the best husband. Then I heard footsteps. I knew it was him. I hurriedly laid down, pretending I was asleep. The door opened and I could already perceive his scent. It's one I would always remember anytime. I forced myself not to open my eyes and look at him. It would be awkward for me, cause u didn't know what to say to him after hat he did.

he murmured, sliding his hands up my back. “We… we can’t do this, I can’t do this with you. It’s too complicated, and I just told you I am married.” I tried to avoid his eyes. “You might find it hard to believe, but that’s the truth.” He smirked at me. “Hmmmmm, you know I know who you really are. You claim to be married, but it’s strange, I have never seen a wedding band on your finger.” He pressed his body against mine, his voice dropping lower. “I know a little secret, Miss Exclusive Stripper.”

“Thinking about what? The man you left me for?” My eyes shot up to his. “There was no one else,” I said quickly. He let out a dry, bitter laugh. It was short and cold. “Don’t lie to me,” he said. “You disappeared. There was no goodbye, no explanation. I heard you married someone rich.” “That is not true,” I said and my voice was tight. “Then why are you here now?” he asked. “For five million dollars?” I felt heat rushed to my cheeks and I couldn’t look him in the eye.

As if he wasn’t asking me to sell myself. ‎I lifted my eyes slowly, forcing my trembling hands to stay still. The man sitting across from me was everything people whispered about in magazines and boardrooms—handsome, powerful, untouchable. Ethan Blackwood. Billionaire CEO. The man who had ruined my family without losing a second of sleep. ‎ ‎“You want me to marry you?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. ‎ ‎His dark eyes flickered, sharp and cold, like he was already bored of this conversation. “For one year.”

This was an employee, or security, or something. Simon wasn't who he claimed to be. That much was obvious now. The question was, who was he really? "Fine," I said coldly. "Have your secret conversation. But this isn't over." I went inside, slamming the door harder than necessary. Through the window, I watched Simon and Marcus talk in low voices. Watched Simon's posture shift into something commanding. Authoritative. Nothing like the humble man who'd stood beside me all day. I'd married a stranger who was keeping secrets.

Whatever he heard was clearly not good. After a moment, he hung up slowly. “Alex?” Jasmine asked. “What happened?” He didn’t answer. Not yet. He unlocked his phone, checked something, and then his expression darkened even more. He turned the screen toward her. Jasmine’s eyes widened. Famous billionaire playboy marries a nobody—how sad. Phillips Heir settles for less? Who is this girl with no background? It felt like the words punched her in the chest. “Alex… what are we going to do?” she whispered.

Tatiana stared coldly at Clarisse. Her brothers might have been fooled by that mother-and-daughter pair, but Tatiana wasn’t. She hated them too much to fall for their act. “Don’t you already have a ‘daughter’ who is so precious, respectable, well-mannered, and far more educated than I am?” Her eyes flicked toward Oktavia. “So why marry a worthless, ungrateful daughter like me to a billionaire?” Tatiana gave a bitter laugh. “Are you not afraid I’ll take advantage of him and make all of you miserable?”