Married To A Vegetative Billionaire Novels & Stories

He was the one who talked me into being there and told me that it would be a nice way to spend our weekend, and this was what I got at the end of the day. He didn't even run after me. It tore me to pieces. I didn't think this was how things were going to end. One of the reasons I made sure to establish myself with the amount of reputation and wealth I had was because no man would have the audacity to look down on me. My husband was equally successful, we were a famous couple that the entire world knew, loved, and talked about. That kind of celebrity couple that everyone loved and admired, having that the both of them, man and woman, were an icon of status and wealth, on their own.

"My wife? " It was surprising enough that a Lanez would come to the Donald's mansion. Now she's talking about being my wife. I was indeed engaged before the accident and it wasn't her. "Yes, your family married me to you," she replied. She wasn't looking like someone who was telling a lie. But it was hard to believe. How would they get a wife for a man who was unconscious. Moreover, I was awake and she wasn't calling my family. "That's impossible and I don't need a wife! I don't even know you, how would they marry you to me!" I shouted.

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.”

"ONCE YOU sign that paper, it's all over for us, Ellie." My soon-to-be ex-husband, Valerian Blackwood, sat across from me, legs crossed, a scotch in his hand. He didn't seem to care about our separation at all. Two years of marriage, and all I was fed up with were the endless scandals about him and his mega-ton amount of women chasing his round and soft ass. Who was I to question it when my husband was Valerian Blackwood? A drop-dead gorgeous billionaire. He was smart, sophisticated, and just perfect in every way. What else could I even ask for?

Mark answered as he sat up from his seat. "Yes, I seem to have forgotten that part, let's just say I didn't stay long," He raised his eyebrows as he moved his hands to his dark blue pants. "So, I looked up Margret McNeary, and did you know she was married now? Yeah found that out when her husband opened the door, She's Margret Meyer now. It took me a minute but I found Sandy Durant, She was willing but wanted double the amount I was willing to sign and wanted more when we divorced, She also wanted a baby, to ensure payment."

MARINA'S COSMETIC COMPANY. "It must feel good to be able to shop in the same aisle as I shop, all because you got married by chance to a millionaire." Marina heard Amira's voice from behind her as she checked out some of the products that had just been sent to her company. "First off, don't insult my husband. He is a billionaire and not a millionaire, what do you mean by calling him a millionaire?" Marina looked physically offended as she twirled from staring at the cosmetics section and directed her attention to Amira.

“Outside the city? Abandoned storehouse? What is she doing there for God’s sake?” A call immediately came in as I was speaking to Santiago. “Who is this?” “You want to see your wife alive? That would cost you thirty billion dollars.” “Who do you think I am? Mr beast? What made you think I have that kind fucking of money?” “Ohh, don’t play dumb Mr Vandercage, we both know you have enough to take care of your wife, with that little amount gone, you wouldn’t even notice it.” “Don’t hurt my wife. You don’t know who you’re messing with.”

she murmured, “you always did think you could run from me.” But Isabella had run to the wrong place, into the arms of a billionaire, into wealth, into luxury. Luxury that she actually wanted for herself . Clarissa hadn’t missed the stories. The whispers on those obscure wedding blogs. She remembered the night she saw the headline. Runaway Russian secretary marries Wall Street’s most dangerous billionaire. Clarissa had dropped her wine glass. The single blurry photo of Isabella in a white dress beside a man whose face had the cold, lethal handsomeness of power.

I said firmly. Kristina laughed softly and pointed at the television. “Then explain that.” I followed her gaze. And froze. Breaking news. SIERRA NEVADA ENGAGED TO BILLIONAIRE ARES VINCENZO My chest tightened. “That’s not possible,” I said. Kristina smirked. “Oh, it’s very possible. That man is one of the most powerful men in New York.” She leaned closer. “Looks like your daughter just married her way out of prison.” I didn’t respond.

The arrangement was set for a small evening picnic between the two friends. “Cassandra, I’d like to tell you something—just between us,” Emily whispered, making it clear how private this was. “Okay!” Cassandra leaned in, sensing the secrecy. “A week ago, my father announced that I’d be marrying a stranger.” “What?! You can’t be serious!” Cassandra exclaimed. Emily shook her head, confirming it. “It’s true. My siblings have been all over town with the news, but I can’t even leave home. And now, to be forced into marriage? It’s unbearable.”