Married To A Vegetative Billionaire Novels & Stories

he said with a grin. "Yes, I like being a sensation on the internet. You think I care about what people say about me? No, come on, I've grown past that. In Fact, I keep giving them more to talk about, you know, `` he said and she smiled broadly. She was really beginning to like this man. He has proven to be ten times better than the man she married. "But you know, I'm going to take you out on a shopping spree. You are a member of the Steels household and you shouldn't forget that your husband is a billionaire and you must dress like one" he said and she laughed.

If his penis hadn't raised its head to remind him, Roger would not have regained consciousness. Roger is famous as the rich billionaire of AL. He has made love to many women, but no one can make Roger feel as nostalgic as Aretha. Aretha was the first woman to make love to Roger and make him miss the feeling for three years. During those three short years, Roger made love to countless women, but none could give him as much satisfaction as Aretha. And now, Aretha once again appeared in front of Roger. He swore he wouldn't let Aretha run away again.

three months ago. Our marriage was like a well-acted movie, perfect on the outside, empty on the inside. Cipher D’Amato, billionaire, tech mogul, and coldest man alive. To the world, we were the perfect couple. In reality, I was just his shadow. I pushed the door into his study softly, and there he was as usual, his head over the desk surrounded by documents and folders, while his glowing tablet was still warm to his hand. His curly, dark hair covered his forehead. Even in his sleep, his jaw was still strained as if something was making him angry in his dream.

“And this has to do with me?” “I want you to marry me.” The café seemed to tilt. She laughed. Loudly. “That’s insane.” He reached into his coat and placed a folded document on the table. A check. Her laughter died. The amount made her dizzy. Half a million dollars. “I’ll cover your mother’s medical bills,” he said. “All of them. Immediately. The rest is yours.” Her hands trembled. “You don’t even know me.” “I don’t need to.” “That’s supposed to convince me?”

The name echoed in my mind like a curse. Everyone knew him. The youngest billionaire CEO in the country. Cold. Ruthless. Untouchable. A man who destroyed lives with contracts and smiles that never reached his eyes. A man who didn’t believe in love. And today, he would become my husband. I finally turned to face my mother. She looked smaller than I remembered, older, worn down by guilt and worry. “I’ll do it,” I said quietly. “I just need you to promise me one thing.” “Anything.”

What does he know? To him, I'm safe wherever I am because I'm married to Ignatius. Oh no that's not how it should be. It was as if I was sold out. Yes, I was married off to the crippled billionaire. Ahh.. it's just occurring to me now that he is crippled. This is one of the reasons why I don't want to be close to him. What will my friend's say when they hear that I got married to a crippled man. He is not just a cripple but a multi billionaire. His money was literally covering his disability.

"If you're talking about money, you know I am not into---" "I know." He cut me by putting his index finger on my lips. "But you have no choice, Sophia Yzabelle Kelley because you're married to me and you married one of the top billionaires in California." He winked at me and God knows how much I wanted to smack the arrogant smile playing on his lips. "So, you really owned this mansion?" "We, sweetheart, owned this mansion."

,and in about two weeks time. “The company has gone under due to some bad major investments”. “On a normal day, I wouldn’t dream of marrying you out this way, but my love, we are completely helpless”. “I have gone everywhere to look for help, but for some useless reasons or the other, I have been rejected or turned down”. “Fortunately, Mr Tate Brown agreed to help with the company but with a condition that you will marry him.” He said, looking at me in desperation. I looked at him, watching his face closely, wanting to see a slight change in his expression, praying in my mind that this was a prank or at least a dream.

Vikas goes back with the laptop after a bow of his head. I'm feeling stupid, embarrassed. His expression is amused, which has happened for the first time. I squint my eyes at him coldly, " Why did you marry me? I'm not... um! " I stop, " I'm not a wealthy person. I don't know how to use a laptop. " I'm having trouble digesting all this. First, according to me, he's a small businessman, suddenly he turns into a mafia king, now he's a billionaire and soon to be a trillionaire. This man can leave me at any time. I don't know how to use a laptop. How could someone be so dumb? " It's a piece of cake. " He says.

Without her consent, he had arranged for her to marry a man named Harry Anderson—a ruthless, paralyzed millionaire who had agreed to clear his debts in exchange for her hand in marriage. As if her father’s betrayal wasn’t enough, the man she had loved and trusted had also stabbed her in the back—with her own sister, no less. And now, here she was. Standing in front of the massive mansion that would be her new home. Beside a man who didn’t even want her there. “Stop standing there.” Arabella snapped out of her thoughts and looked at Harry. He had already entered the house without waiting for her—his newly wedded wife. She let out a quiet sigh, watching as his wheelchair rolled further inside.