Married To My Billionaire Stepbrother Novels & Stories

“Already done the boombaya?” “We’re contract partners.” I said, the heat rushing to my face. “Contract partners?” Her grin fell into confusion. “How? What?” “Oh my gosh. Mark got with my stepsister, and drained me of my money. I got drunk, slept with your brother, who I ran away from out of utter shame and shock. I went for my interview I told you about and found your brother there as the freaking CEO, and got hired as a contract wife.” I explain, almost in one breath.

“Nope.” In the end, I still wound up buying a discounted sandwich from the convenience store. “Ding dong. Welcome.” The robotic voice announced another customer entering. “Arya?” I tilted my head and looked up in surprise, sauce still smeared around my mouth. “Bro!” Running into my billionaire stepbrother here of all places felt like a deeply concerning issue worth serious investigation. “Bro, be honest with me… your family didn’t go bankrupt or something, right?” “Hm?”

one of them giggled. “Who else would he marry?” my grandma said smugly. “My daughter is a gem after all. She deserves nothing less.” They laughed. My eyes drifted to the crowd, looking for an easy unobstructed way to get the hell out of this place. To go home. “How does it feel,” one of the women asked suddenly, turning to me, “to become the daughter of the wealthiest man in New York?” “Step-daughter,” I corrected. Her brows furrowed. “Excuse me?”

“It's funny how you're making it sound like I interrupted your alone moment. You have made it clear that you don't respect me Alexander but I won't let you insult my intelligence. Why did you propose to me if you knew you're still attracted to that dirty thing? Answer me Alex!!.” I tried to pull my arm free, but she held on tighter. “My problem with you is that you complain and nag too much. It's always Alexander that, Alexander this. You insisted I make you my wife ,so here we are now. Mrs Laura Alexander Martinez. This is what the life of a billionaire's wife looks like. Now I hope this gets into your thick skull,this will be the last time I’ll explain to you that what happened last night

I am daughter… to be precise step daughter of billionaire Edwin Miller who is one of the richest businessman in the country. ‘How he earns this massive amount of money? Well I don’t want to discuss that right now’. “Try to smile a little, it’s your wedding day Nat” my step father said but I pretended as if I didn’t hear him. “Aren’t you happy? Do you want everyone to think that we are forcing you to get married?” he continued. My eyes which were glued to the floor up until now, I lifted them up to look at him in disbelief. ‘And aren’t you actually forcing me to get married?’ I want to scream out this question aloud but… I can’t.

She excitedly moved forward and held my hand tightly to continue, “He’s – He is a billionaire… He is so rich, Sarah. All our problems will…” “Mom…” I said and moved my hand away from her grip to add, “Are you marrying him just for money?” “No, no… Sarah, no… I love him. I want to spend my life with him” She said and then once again held my hand firmly to add, “Listen, honey… Your father left us when you were very young. You were just 11 years old when he left us to marry that woman. I was shattered. I didn’t know what to do. A friend of mine helped me to get a job and – and I did it to earn money for you to give you a better life. I didn’t date anyone until you entered high school. But when

He just stood there, staring at me across the crowded ballroom with an expression of complete devastation. The girl he'd thrown away, the wife he'd neglected and humiliated, the woman he'd told would never find anyone better, was Isabella Morrison. Granddaughter of Alexander Morrison. Heir to one of the largest fortunes in the country. One of the most powerful women in New York. And he'd let me go without a fight. The applause finally died down and I sat back down, accepting congratulations from the people at my table with grace and poise I'd learned from watching my brothers navigate society. But I was hyperaware of the Wei family table, of the chaos I knew was happening there.

Married to a billionaire, the amount of her father’s loan would be nothing to her mother, Celeste. “You can come by anytime you want, Furina,” said Antoine Neuvillette, her mother’s billionaire husband, with a warm smile. “I am sure that will delight your mother as she often spends her time alone in the house.” He spared one loving look at her wife before focusing back on his step daughter.

After some times they asked us to dance and we did but it was not for long as well It was time for us to go to our places back , the card pulled up my mother was happy as I hug her a tear roll down my face I will miss them even though I know they will not miss me but I will , Erthan lives in another city so I will not be able to meet them often My brother come towards me and hug me “look thank me for marrying you off to a billionaire ,else you would not be able to live a lush life ahead” my brother whispered in my ear and when I pulled back he was smirking

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.