Married To My Billionaire Nemesis Novels & Stories

Liam said, turning her over, being upon her and lowering her panties with his teeth, "the ruthless billionaire got married to a clueless girl, who now, he cannot help but worship." He ripped her panties with his hands and his head was lost between her legs. His tongue met her skin. There was a spark of goodness, then the electrifying sensations began. "You haven't agreed yet!" Elena cried, twisting, but he held her down, laughing into her. Finally exhausted with pleasure, Elena threw her head back and calmed down, the tears in her eyes. One name on her lips. Liam Hemsworth. Her ruthless billionaire boss, now turned husband. The end.

“But, bottom line, I married a billionaire.” It was my intention to marry Alonzo Nevan, Damian's uncle, for that reason it would irk Damian, and he could easily help me win this battle and lawsuit with my parents because he's already a billionaire. It turned out, then even when I married the wrong Alonzo, I still landed on a billionaire that I needed. “Thank God,” I whispered. The tons of shopping bags from Chanel called for a special service delivery from the store. Alonzo was already waiting for me while I used their powder room.

"So, I looked up Margret McNeary, and did you know she was married now? Yeah found that out when her husband opened the door, She's Margret Meyer now. It took me a minute but I found Sandy Durant, She was willing but wanted double the amount I was willing to sign and wanted more when we divorced, She also wanted a baby, to ensure payment." "What?!" Nick and Mark screeched simultaneously as Mark rose to his feet. "I sincerely hope you rejected her proposal?" Mark bellowed as he stared down his cousin sitting nonchalantly in his chair. "My god man, are you trying to lose everything? And to that beast of all people, don't you remember what she was trying to do to Ryan before he got with Abigale

"If you think you're invited, you’re more delusional than I thought. My mother will be my escort. A girl from the gutters has no place at a Forster event." Jane walked forward, placing her hands flat on his desk. She leaned in, her scent—lavender and something earthy—filling his senses. "Your father told the world you woke up because of your devoted wife. If you show up with your mother while I stay hidden in the maid’s quarters, the rumors will start. 'The Heartless Billionaire,' they’ll call you. They’ll wonder if you’re truly recovered, or if you’re just hiding a broken marriage." Benjamin’s jaw tightened. "Are you threatening me, Jane?"

He was starting to wonder if hate was the only thing between them. It all went up in smoke one night. They had just come back from yet another charity event, the cold mask of perfection still in place on their faces. Asher ripped the bowtie from around his neck, letting it fall on the marble floor. "I can't do this anymore," he snapped. "I can't keep pretending for them — for you." Damien stood across the room, his fists clenched. "You think this is easy for me?" Damien growled. "You believe I wanted this wedding? You believe I wanted to be married to a Collins?"

I shrugged, “ I never knew he had done so much, he gave me a tip but they own this estate, what do you think is the possibility of me ever meeting him? I don't even know what to think or believe right now.” “ That has to be the reason why his mannerism is perfect, he is the most eligible single billionaire in Switzerland, and he is single. Everyone has tried to throw himself at him, but it just doesn't work.”Genevieve recounted. “ Well, it seems he has a type.” I couldn't help but blurt it out because what was I to say at the moment. “ Pregnant women obviously because I am pregnant.” “ That has me shocked, I don't even know what to say, are you sure no one has gotten the clip about this? The

“I realized something yesterday—I don’t need to be married to take revenge on Liam and Clara.” Liam and Clara? Her ex and...who? She chuckles, leaning closer. “I mean, I don’t need marriage for revenge, but marrying you is a bonus. You’re a billionaire, and I can flaunt our wealth—” “Our wealth?” I cut her off, incredulous. “I thought money didn’t interest you?” “Well, yes. But isn’t it ours now?” “Shut up,” I snap, turning away again. “Whatever. Just listen. Liam and Clara won’t last, you know?”

I handed it to her, and her eyes widened as she read it. "Is this legit? Where did you get this?" she asked in disbelief. I gave her a small smile. What Chase didn't know was that I had once managed to sneak into his condo, and there I found a document that could have destroyed his relationship with Lexi. It was supposed to be my trump card to separate them, but before I could use it, Lexi died. "Does this mean everything between them was just a facade?" Jenny asked hesitantly. I took the paper back and stared at it. I read this contract over and over, and it was what gave me the strength to keep fighting for Chase. It was a contractual marriage. They never truly loved each other—just as I h

i gave her a warm glance and she nods, tapping my shoulder lightly. I was ready to shed my sorrows. I’d sulked too long, crying over George, craving closure, feeling betrayed by my parents. Now I had a whole year to myself: just a wife on paper, with fake smiles for the paparazzi. I might as well start enjoying it. Marrying a billionaire was something most people considered lucky. But in my case, it felt like a prison sentence. My heart still bled, and hatred burned in every fiber of me for the man I once dearly loved. Still, this billionaire was my ladder to the top. George Miller better watch his back.

I cut her off with a sharp laugh, “To another man, maybe. Because I never made such an arrangement with you.” Her eyes flashed, but she didn’t back down. Sarah was desperate, and desperation always made people bold. I had seen it too many times in business deals and backroom negotiations. She wanted the title, the prestige of being the billionaire’s wife. Our so called “engagement” was nothing but a business maneuver.