Married To My Billionaire Half-brother-in-law Novels & Stories

“No—no, I mean it! You don’t get to hush me. You married into the damn Archer family! Do you even realize how insane that is?” “I realize it more than you think.” She paused on the other end. “What’s that supposed to mean?” “Diana…” I trailed off, leaning back against the headboard. “You wouldn’t understand.” “Try me,” she said with a playful tone. “Because from where I’m standing, you hit the jackpot. Gorgeous billionaire husband, insane mansion, no bills to pay—girl, are you even real anymore?” I laughed, but there was no joy in it. “You think this is some kind of fantasy, don’t you?”

I said finally with a raw voice, “Elena,” Mom blinked once, slowly, “And?” I laughed—a broken, bitter sound. “She was radiant. Confidence. Successful. Surrounded by investors. She was with these two men, one of whom I did not know—Derek, and the other was Max, from college.” Mom's brows arched, “The billionaire philanthropist?” “Yes,” I spat the word, “He showed up acting like he owns her. Like he has every right to be there. And that other idiot—Derek—hovering around her as if he discovered gold.”

"Are you sure your wife wouldn't get worried? It's getting pretty late." He laughed and waved me off. "My wife is busy making sales for my company. She barely has time for me now, and even when we hang out together as a couple, we just talk about work. She's like my business partner." He opened his heavy lids and looked at me, "Don't ever marry your business partner." There and then, the biggest idea I'd ever nursed came to me. I wanted to be the other girl to my sister's husband. If I gave him some goodness, he'd give me some too, right?

“What? You want me to get married first before you pass your wealth to my name?!” Seriously? He expects me to marry before handing over his fortune? Why the hell would I agree to such an absurd condition?! Romance and marriage are the last things I need—they’re nothing but a nuisance I’d have to deal with, and I’ve got far more important matters to handle. My revenge against that clan and my bastard half-brother comes first. But damn it—I need more power. Being a billionaire isn’t enough!

And now, years later, here he is, back as the heir to one of the most powerful companies in the country. “How do you tame a guy like that?” I mumbled absentmindedly. “Didn’t you say your family were arranging your marriage? You shouldn’t even be worried about your future together. Just focus on getting closer to his parents so they’ll love you even more. Chase won’t have any choice but to marry you,” my friend said with a grin. “My only real problem is his sister, Chelsea. She’s such a brat,” I said, recalling how she treated me the first time we met.

If he had agreed, something had to be terribly wrong. "I just feel bad for Miss Charlotte," another maid murmured. "She fought so hard..." Elena swallowed the lump in her throat. She had seen the way Charlotte had looked at Astor, the way he had softened around her daughter. And now, in the blink of an eye, it was gone. Outside the grand Harrington estate, the city was alive with its usual chaos. At Midnight Lounge, a high-end bar where deals were made in the dark, William swirled his drink, his mind deep in thought. The news had reached him too. Astor, his stepbrother, had agreed to marry Susan.

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.”

“What is this?” “A proposal,” he said. “A solution. My father’s will contains a clause that requires me to be married within the year to maintain certain corporate protections. I need a wife—under terms that protect my interests. You need payment for your brother’s surgery. I provide funds, you provide marriage for one year. No emotional entanglement. A formal, legal arrangement.” The room tilted in on itself. Elena felt disoriented as if the carpet had moved. “Are you—are you offering me money for marriage?” Her laugh sounded broken and incredulous. “That’s—cruel.”

“Although I would call it making love. You see, you wouldn’t understand; not with the old geezer you latched onto as a date, just to follow your sister, a fellow trillionaire. Are you so jealous and pathetic that a glimpse of Summer’s life is all you desire?” “Me? pathetic……and she….a trillionaire? You must be hallucinating.” “Oh, perhaps I am not.” He scoffed.” I assure you, my thinking faculties are sound. Last I checked, when two people marry, they become one. And thus, my money, my properties….everything that I am, as I informed you the other day, is hers as well.” “The other day?” I whispered in question… they were in contact? “Yes, baby. Can you believe she dared call me, demanding an

"She hasn't signed it yet?" That second voice belonged to her husband. Victor. The ruthless billionaire her uncle had practically gift-wrapped and handed her to eleven months ago. "She will," Arthur chuckled, the sound of ice clinking against a glass echoing in the quiet house. "Emily is a good girl. She still thinks this marriage is a business merger to save Hart Enterprises. She actually believes that once the restructuring is done, she’ll step into her father's old seat as CEO." Victor let out a dry, humorless laugh. "A CEO? She’s a placeholder, Arthur. The moment the clock strikes midnight and the marriage reaches the one-year mark tomorrow, the legal transition goes through automaticall