Married To A Billionaire Stranger Novels & Stories

She had known what she was doing, deliberately getting herself pregnant to milk my employer of all his money. It wasn't a secret that Mr Greyson Williams was one of the richest men on the planet. The richest in the entire country. Everyone knew about him. She had definitely known what she was doing when she slept with him. "You good, doc?" My nurse of nine years asked, holding out a tray for me to drop the bloodied scalpel in. "Yes. Thank you, Becky." "How did Mr Williams drop his guard to get her pregnant?"

She had been working as a manager at the café and lived in a condominium not far from it. The car continued to drive, showing the shadows of the buildings on the side of the road. Beverley looked out the window in a huff. There was only one more night left for her to be single. If she kept quiet, she might become a wife tomorrow. A stranger’s wife. Beverley rubbed her face roughly. Before she knew it, they had arrived in front of a luxurious three-story house. Her anger surged when she saw the house. Why didn’t Emma sell the house to pay off her debts and leave some of the money to buy a more modest house?

Bile flooded her throat as paralyzing terror clawed its way up from the pit of her stomach. Last night, she'd gotten blackout drunk and married an absolute stranger. A billionaire stranger, from the look of this palatial mansion and his butler - or whatever that woman was supposed to be. And now she was trapped in his home...alone...as his wife. This couldn't be happening! How had one night of drunk idiocy spun so disastrously out of control? The Naked Billionaire - for that was clearly what he was - took a cocky step toward her. "That dress doesn't leave much to the imagination, Mrs. R. Although why don't we just skip the clothes altogether?"

Yet, the specter of the hidden room loomed over them, an unspoken truth that lingered beneath the surface of their burgeoning connection. On the day of the wedding, the mansion buzzed with activity. Victoria, dressed in a sleek black gown, ensured that every detail was immaculate. The air was charged with anticipation, but an unexpected twist awaited them. As Victoria descended the grand staircase, she heard the commotion outside. The paparazzi had descended upon Sterling Manor, hungry for a glimpse of the elusive billionaire and his bride. Panic set in as the staff rushed to shield Alexander from the intrusive cameras. In the chaos, Victoria found herself pulled into a secluded alcove with

She replied and he nodded. “Do you want to talk about it though?” He asked and she sighed. “There is really nothing to talk about. I got married to a stranger because of five million dollars. With time I found out he is the most difficult person to be with and I still decided to be with him after all that.” She said and shrugged. “Alex is crazy though. He went on a business trip in Los Angeles then came back a week later with a wife.” “Really? He was on a business trip?”

Varsha swallowed the rest of the words she was about to say. Meghana wanted to say something to wash her hand off but seeing Nityam face she stopped. Because she knows that she was not good as her sister in words, so she chooses to remain silent. Meghana just glare at Varsha. Varsha just pretend not to see her. She took out some documents from her bag and gave them to Nityam and said, "Nityam look, it was all the information Meghana found. The woman named Anvika was overseas and had a very special status. She had been married before but after she come back she divorced. But the main point is, her husband or ex-husband had now disappeared."

Just that tired, empty kind of smile people wear when they’re done pretending not to be hurt. The phone buzzed again. This time it was Jenna from work. Then Simi. Then a number I didn’t recognize, probably some journalist with a sleazy blog. I pressed the phone down against the table and took another sip. Everyone had seen it. The headline still burned behind my eyes: "Married Billionaire Caught Kissing Ex-Fling at Private Resort—Where Was His Wife?" The answer was simple: I was there. In that same damn resort. A few rooms away, humming while I shaved my legs and laid out the lingerie I’d bought just for him.

She continued with her cooking with joy, and letting the chef help her in the preparation. Astrid was married to the Wade family. One of the most powerful families in Los Angeles, she was like a trophy in the household. She was the beautiful golden madam who flawlessness captured the heart of her employees. Compared to other women, she was tall and built with qualities that every man wanted. However, that was not the same for her husband. He was cold hearted and domineering. Never for once has he paid attention to his wife. Yet, she loved him to the moon and back. There was nothing more joyous than to be married to your childhood crush.

The room—lavishly prepared with golden lights casting shadows across plush furniture and a bed adorned in layers of silk—only made her feel more alone, more aware of the fact that she was waiting for a man she had never met. Her new husband, Armin Rodriguez Suegra, was a mystery to her. She hadn’t seen him, not even in photos, yet tonight she was supposed to meet him for the first time. Their marriage was just ink on paper, a contract arranged by the Suegra and Jarl families, sealed with signatures for the sake of power, legacy, and alliance. And here she was, dressed in a gown of white lace, feeling both like a bride and a stranger in her own life. Outside, the sound of footsteps echoed dow

The contract had a secrecy clause, how else would she explain to her best friend that she was married to a billionaire hence, the Limited Edition Car? “You better start talking Emily,” Kayla pressed, her arms crossed over her chest. Emily’s shoulders slumped, “I got married, Kayla. To a billionaire. I came back to get my things, I’m moving in with him.” “What?” Kayla screamed, her eyes wide in shock. “Is this supposed to be some kind of joke,” her best friend asked in disbelief. “No, Kay, I’m serious,” Emily said, her voice firm. “How the f**k are you married? To a billionaire? Who’s he? When and how did all of this happen?”