Married To My Billionaire Nemesis Novels & Stories

“Since we started dating, Mason, it feels like Damien owns you. Every time we’re together, you leave because he calls. Your mother already doesn’t like me because I’m not from a wealthy family, and now you expect me to play hostess to Damien’s wife? Do you know how that makes me feel?” Mason reached out, gently taking her hand and pressing his lips to her knuckles. “You’re misunderstanding everything. I don’t want you to feel lonely during Christmas, baby. That’s why I suggested you keep Damien’s wife company. I won’t be here—I’ve got business to handle.” Naomi pulled her hand away. “Can’t you say no, Mason? You just got married, and now you’re running off to Damien. He has assistants, and s

“Well, thank you Mr. and Mrs. Hargrave for joining us. That concludes our segment. We wish you the best.” As the lights dimmed and the cameras stopped rolling, we walked off the set, and I noticed Jessica Hargrave speaking rapidly into her phone, with a tensed faced. At that moment the realization hit me than ever before. I wasn't just married to a billionaire. I was married to a brand, and this brand would soon bleed me to death. Once we got to his sports car, I pulled away from him. "You didn’t defend me," I said, barely above a whisper.

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.”

When the crowd began to thin, Damion leaned in close, his lips brushing against her ear in what appeared to be an affectionate gestures but his words sent a cold chill down her spine. “Just so you know, this marriage was a business deal,” he whispered, his voice low and dangerous. “Now we’re almost done with the charade, I thought you should know that I own you now and you are to do exactly as I say or else your parents will suffer if you refuse me, and I’m sure you love your parents so much than to watch them suffer.”

Outside, the city blurred into night; inside, the car hummed with a quiet that broke only when a notification buzzed on Elena’s phone—an alert of headlines and speculation already forming online. She opened it with hands that trembled only slightly and saw the first of the morning’s angles beginning to take shape. Her breath caught when she read a line that had begun its life as a whisper at the table and now sat bold and hungry on the screen: *“Billionaire’s bride: business move or true love?”*

“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?”

It felt like a stage. "So," I whispered to the empty, sunlit air. "My husband isn't a mechanic." I tossed the heavy envelope onto the glass coffee table. It landed with a satisfying thud. "He's the missing CEO of Cross Industries. He's dodging a multi-billion dollar tech acquisition. And he's in deep trouble with his terrifying grandmother." A slow, wicked smile spread across my face. I had married a ghost. A phantom billionaire who was running from his own empire, just like I was running from mine.

She stopped right in front of Adrian— And without hesitation— She grabbed his arm. “I just heard,” she said, her voice sharp. “Tell me it’s not true.” Lina’s chest tightened. Who is she? Adrian didn’t pull away. “I’m married,” he said simply. The woman’s grip tightened. “To her?” she asked, finally looking at Lina. The way she said it— Like Lina was nothing. “Yes.” Silence. Then— A short, disbelieving laugh. “This isn’t funny.” “It’s not a joke.”

“You can’t just replace Mabel with me like a spare part.” He slammed his hand against the desk. “You will do exactly what this family needs!” “What family?” I shot back. “None of you have treated me like family in years.” The silence was suffocating. “You are unbelievably selfish,” my mother said. Selfish? After years of cleaning up their messes? “You’re asking me to marry my sister’s fiancé.” I blurted out in irritation, hoping they could see reasons. “You should be grateful,” she snapped. “Asher Harrison is one of the most powerful men in Manhattan.”

I struggled within my husband’s tight embrace, feeling a suffocating tightness constricting my chest and making my stomach tense more and more. "What do you need help with, Rex? Just say it clearly and stop beating around the bush!" "Helping you marry through the entire contract scenario he’s meticulously crafted since the beginning of our marriage," Rex said hoarsely, sighing heavily. As I came to terms with the bitter reality that my entire marriage to the billionaire was the result of a scenario orchestrated by Alex, a terrifying thought surfaced in my mind. I mustered every last ounce of strength to break free from his embrace. I forced myself to turn around and stare straight into Rex’s