Married To My Billionaire Half-brother-in-law นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“She used to say that everyone has a story worth telling, even if no one listens.” Ravien turned. “And your father?” “Nothing. She never spoke about him. There were no pictures. No letters. When she died, the landlord said there was nothing in the apartment that belonged to a man. It was just us.” He nodded slowly. “Maxwell said your mother was married to Richard Morgan. My father. That would’ve made you… my half-sister.” The word landed between us like a stone dropped into still water. “Not half,” I corrected softly. “Step. My mother married him after I was born. I wasn’t his blood.”

The headline blared: "Heiress Bianca Scott's New Love: Miller Group's Christian Miller?" I remembered laughing at the time, showing the article to Fed. "Is this your brother's new love?" I had asked teasingly. Fed had barely glanced at the page, his response curt and disinterested. "It's just gossip, Bernice. Don't be so gullible." I had shrugged it off then, amused by the idea of my brother-in-law dating such a high-profile woman. But now, with the benefit of hindsight and a second chance at life, the memory took on a new, painful significance.

We slept together on a daily basis but little did I know he was the son of a billionaire. I was abandoned at the pulpit on my wedding day because he decided not to show up. It was at my wedding I knew that my husband to be was an heir to a company . . crazy huh?. I looked at the clock that was hung on the wall and that was when I realized that I was already running late for work . “Fuck!” I stood up And made my way to the bathroom immediately

Betrayed, robbed of her work, and discarded like trash—that was Allana Morris’s fate after two years of being used by James Turner, an ungrateful man who stole the designs for her biggest project to secure his position at Turner Group alongside his new lover, Rose. But James forgot one thing: Allana was never a weak woman who could be trampled on without consequences. When James kicked her out with nothing to her name, Edward Turner—the head of Turner Group—stepped forward. Cold, powerful, and feared by everyone around him, the most influential man in the city offered her a deal that sounded insane: a whirlwind marriage to crush James and reclaim what rightfully belonged to Allana.

"For Alan, yes. He got roped into the mess that his brother and his family created," "What do you mean?" She asked "I really hate to break it to you now because you have not fully recovered but you may hate me if I keep it away from you," she paused dramatically and continued, "Alan is getting married to Scarlett Sawyer this Saturday here in Los Angeles, because he's now the new CEO he has to move to LA to get a grip of the headquarters to prevent it from totally falling apart," ********* KNIGHTSBRIDGE LONDON Alan paced the spacious living room of his Knightsbridge penthouse, his mind consumed by a whirlwind of thoughts. The news of Hush Haven's mid-week scandal had shocked him, and the horr

We made the arrangements just before we got married, along with planning the home. Kay and I didn't just get married for having sex all the time,which we do very well and often together with a fiery passion. We had a purpose in mind and we saw the potential in us to build that which we desire. Our union was to join forces and continue building together with one mind and spirit. Although I had heard some rumours saying, that the billionaire CEO was addicted to sex, it was all a lie. Kay's body count was 2 and he was 27 years old. I was 23, a virgin.

, I joked with him knowing for sure he had something to ask for that big of a demand. "You really thought I wouldn't notice a broken down van going out of a mansion, you're a fucking billionaire it just doesn't make sense, and now they're on a boat, how dumb do you think I am?", his words shocked me his real prize that was more than the money, the trip to a destination far from here was on that very boat. "Listen to this I could have your stunning sister and your beautiful wife, at the same time, isn't that brilliant", he laughed at his very own entertainment of playing a game with our lives.

, I smile , trying my best to make that smile look real but it seems I failed. “ Well I can tell you're not fine”, she looks at me. “ Is this about Zara? Do you still feel bad?”. Well yes. I feel bad. Not about Zara. It's about how uncomfortable it feels being called a billionaire's wife. I'm not even serious to him and it reminds me how wretched I was. “ No—no”, I stammer. “ Zara's just annoyed about me getting married to her brother.” “ Okay”, she smiles. “ Well that reminds me—”, she pauses.

He was tall, well over six feet, with a lean, muscular build. I looked over at my mother and her boyfriend. They were wearing small, triumphant smirks. They had finally gotten what they wanted—one of her children married off to a billionaire so they would never have to work another day in their lives. My brother, however, was furious. He hated that I had taken such a drastic step for our mother’s sake. I suppose he’s the only one who actually cares about me. The room was filled with the elite—top models, powerful businessmen, and even the Prime Minister. I was the only "low-ranking" guest at my own wedding. I could hear their whispers cutting through the music:

He hissed. "I do have my things going. I am not the eldest son..." he didn't give many details. He was really a billionaire.. I didn't know if I should cry or laugh that I was married to a billionaire. It just made it obvious how screwed I was. I had threatened a billionaire to marry me. He was more powerful than I thought.