Married To My Billionaire Stepbrother Mga Nobela at Kwento

“My family has been pressuring me to get married for years. They want an heir. They want the Wright line secured. I've refused to marry someone I don't know just to satisfy their demands, but the pressure isn't going away.” “And that gives you the right to proposition me like this?” He shook his head immediately. “I’m not propositioning you, Steph.” His jaw tightened slightly. “I'm offering you a solution to both our problems.” “Solution,” I said, and something hot and bitter twisted in my chest. “You think this is a solution?” “You need money—” His words from earlier filtered into my thoughts. When he had mentioned doing his research on my life, I had ignored it because I realized all he mu

I expected some kind of reaction—maybe awe or curiosity—but there was none. I guess it wasn’t a big deal to them. Sabrina is married to a millionaire, and Eunice is dating one. Half the girls here are connected to someone wealthy in some way. Being married to Jaydon, the youngest billionaire, didn’t make me special in their eyes. It was just another fact, another name to add to the list.

He was just present and saying the things he meant and leaving space for her to do the same. She hadn’t met many people like that. “My sister married a billionaire,” she said. “Complicated situation. People tried to use me to get to them. It got worse before it got better.” She paused. “It’s better now.” “Good.” “That’s all you’re going to say?” “What else would I say?” “Most people want details. The money. The drama.” “Most people are nosy.” He wrapped both hands around his cup. “I was asking about you, not the situation.”

He was tall, well over six feet, with a lean, muscular build. I looked over at my mother and her boyfriend. They were wearing small, triumphant smirks. They had finally gotten what they wanted—one of her children married off to a billionaire so they would never have to work another day in their lives. My brother, however, was furious. He hated that I had taken such a drastic step for our mother’s sake. I suppose he’s the only one who actually cares about me. The room was filled with the elite—top models, powerful businessmen, and even the Prime Minister. I was the only "low-ranking" guest at my own wedding. I could hear their whispers cutting through the music:

I have tried to get help and do better, but it’s taking time and I don’t want to hurt anyone else or let them down. I know this is a guilt trip to get me to do what he wants, he’s always been so good at that, but he also knows I will never let mom and dad’s employees suffer for his mistakes. I even cashed out most of my school savings to bail him out two years ago. I have been working my a** off to replenish that account and have a financial planner helping me get the best rates, so I can finish school and follow my dreams without being tied to my brother. I close my eyes and rub my hands over my face. “When do I have to get married?”

Astor, his stepbrother, had agreed to marry Susan. "Interesting," he muttered under his breath, smirking. Across from him, his business partner, Damien, arched a brow. "You sound pleased." William took a sip of his whiskey. "Because I am. Astor just made the worst decision of his life, and I'm going to make sure he suffers for it." Damien chuckled, shaking his head. "And here I thought you were over this petty family feud." William's smirk widened. "Oh, I am. But revenge? That's something else entirely."

“Like, you live in the same house, right? Shouldn’t be hard to carpool.” I frowned, pushing away the leftover burn of Stephan’s indifference. “First of all, we are step-siblings,” I corrected. “And anyway, he hardly stays over at the Romano mansion. Has his own places.” “Ugh. Of course he does,” Betty made a face. “Mr. Broody Power Suit probably sleeps on a bed made of spreadsheets.” I laughed weakly. “Let’s hope his fiancée approves of that.” “Oh, he does have a fiancée.” She said it like it just occurred to her. But then, shrugged. “Well, whatever. Let’s settle in. Today’s gonna be nuts.”

“But all the plot twists that has happened in your K-drama life would not have happened if you weren’t so- and I say this with so much love- gullible.” “I’m not gullible.” I stab my toast in annoyance. “Baby, don’t take it out on the poor piece of bread. You are literally married to a mafia boss who tricked you into being his wife under the pretense of you helping secure a position in his father’s company. Your step brother has swindled and stolen money from gangs and other people, but you, my darling, always paid for these debts, including the gambling ones. Should I go on?” She asks. “We would be here all day.”

Back then, he needed a suitable wife, and I needed money as well as status. It was a strictly transactional marriage. There was no romantic proposal. Thomas had even asked Luca to buy our wedding rings. As for our wedding, we went through everything by the book and were simply two actors on a stage. Things had become different. Thomas kissed my forehead and said earnestly, “We’re in love with each other now. It’s only natural that we have another wedding. Besides, I want all your friends to know just how happy you’ve become.” I was taken aback.

Kylie slumped her body on the couch opposite him. "Someone who has severe depression and has panic attacks now and then," replied the man. "You are right, I need strong medicine. I don't want my husband to find out about my depression," she sighed. She almost got caught when she fainted for six hours last time. She doesn't want anything like that to happen again. She wasn't sure about his intention or his sudden change of mind. So she couldn't reveal her weakness to him. "You got married? With whom?" asked Mark frowning. He confessed his love to her several times but she always refused him saying that she wasn't over her ex yet. Then why did she suddenly get married? "I got married to my bil