Married To My Billionaire Nemesis Novels & Stories

Adjusting Zara Helena in the chair, he sat there looking at the light over the operating room. During the 2 hours, he asked her several times to come back to the ward, but she did not move. Her heart fluttered as she saw nurses coming in and out carrying bags of blood, but none gave them a clear answer. He was emotionally numb from the whole revelation, even though it was his mother who had destroyed his happy marriage. Seeing her on her deathbed, it was not his place to dwell on her betrayal.

But reporters had seen her and they started snapping furiously. Mercury's stomach dropped. She knew, with sudden clarity, that this wedding wasn’t the end of her nightmare. It was just the beginning. She had married the perfect billionaire. Had the perfect wedding but she knew, she had also gained the perfect enemy. His mother His dumped bride, And maybe, the whole world as well.

"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."

“There isn’t a switch. It’s more like a puzzle. We just have to find the pieces.” He smiled faintly, but the frustration lingered in his eyes. “I hate feeling like a stranger in my own life.” “You’re not a stranger,” I said firmly. “You’re still the man I married. And I’m not giving up on you.” He squeezed my hand gently, a silent thank you. Mia popped her head in again, breaking the moment with her usual bright energy. “Alright, lovebirds, time for a break. You two have been at this serious stuff for hours.”

"There are certain things you can’t do anymore because it would cause a stir in the media and make you look conceited. People who don’t know you would think you’re trying too hard to be likable when they see you working in a restaurant as a regular pastry chef.” “What’s the big deal about me working in a restaurant?” Kate asked with a shrug. “That would be a curious job for a billionaire’s wife to do, don’t you think?” Tony asked her. Kate stared at Tony in awe. She knew Tony was rich, but not billionaire-level rich. “You’re a billionaire?” Kate whispered. “That’s right, Kate. I’m a billionaire, and so are you now,” Tony said softly. Kate let that piece of information sink in. Indeed, a bill

Every breath felt heavy, and every small movement made her body tense before falling into suffocating silence as she reached her climax. Tears slipped down her cheeks without her realizing it, mixing with the cold sweat that hadn’t yet dried. She stared blankly at the ceiling, a bitter laugh escaping her lips. How ironic. So this was what it felt like to be the wife of a billionaire who had everything except love. Slowly, Sarah pushed the vibrator aside and reached for her phone. Her nightly routine was always the same: opening her second I*******m account just to check one profile—@Iam.mia.

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.

“Thinking about what? The man you left me for?” My eyes shot up to his. “There was no one else,” I said quickly. He let out a dry, bitter laugh. It was short and cold. “Don’t lie to me,” he said. “You disappeared. There was no goodbye, no explanation. I heard you married someone rich.” “That is not true,” I said and my voice was tight. “Then why are you here now?” he asked. “For five million dollars?” I felt heat rushed to my cheeks and I couldn’t look him in the eye.

“I know why you married me.” Ava frowned. “What are you talking about?” Ethan let out a cold, humorless laugh. “Let’s not pretend, Ava.” Her stomach twisted. “You married me for my money,” he said bluntly. The words hit harder than anything else. “You saw a billionaire, and you took your chance.” Ava stared at him, stunned. “What…?” “I was just a means to an end,” he continued. “A way out. A way up.” “That’s not true—”

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.”