Married To The Heartless Billionaire の小説・ストーリー

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.”

The inevitable finally happened: I married Andrew. Shortly after the wedding, James packed his life away and left Los Angeles for a mining company in Kentucky. It has been seven years since that day—seven years of a living hell. My marriage to Andrew is completely devoid of love. He is suffocatingly overprotective, treating me like a prized possession rather than a wife. I sacrificed everything to keep my family out of prison, and while the wealth and fame are certainly present, my peace of mind is entirely gone. I am a ghost in my own life.

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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.

He looked at her as though she were a stranger, someone whose pleas meant nothing. “This isn’t about what you want, Emily,” he replied, each word a slap to her face. “It’s about what’s best for the family. You will do your duty. You will marry this man. And in time, you’ll thank me.” Emily’s heart shattered at his words. She stood there, her body trembling, the tears streaming down her cheeks, but her father never looked away from his papers. He didn’t even have the decency to acknowledge her pain, her despair. To him, she was nothing more than a pawn, a piece on his chessboard to be moved and sacrificed as he saw fit.

“You should slow down on those romantic movies. I am good, really. As long as I have got Princess, I am really good.” “Him joining the company is just a way to get back at me. And based on the conversation we had earlier, I got to know that he dumped me because the company was in some sort of crisis, so he had to marry someone else to save it.” “His mother was angered by me and decided to end me by making me homeless.” “That might not be his fault, but I still believe he is an a******e. He never really loved me. If he did, he would have informed me about everything from the onset instead of making me look like a fool.”

Jason asked while placing his hand on my arm. "You want to know what's wrong?" I asked, brushing off his arm. "Everything is wrong. I'm being forced to marry you to save your image." "Forced?" Jason asked incredulously. "Yes, forced. Just to pay off that debt. Because there's no way in hell I would ever settle for you." "Maybe your parents should have picked one of your bimbo's for you. You seem happier with them." I said. "We didn't do anything—" Jason said but I cut him off.

Just that tired, empty kind of smile people wear when they’re done pretending not to be hurt. The phone buzzed again. This time it was Jenna from work. Then Simi. Then a number I didn’t recognize, probably some journalist with a sleazy blog. I pressed the phone down against the table and took another sip. Everyone had seen it. The headline still burned behind my eyes: "Married Billionaire Caught Kissing Ex-Fling at Private Resort—Where Was His Wife?" The answer was simple: I was there. In that same damn resort. A few rooms away, humming while I shaved my legs and laid out the lingerie I’d bought just for him.

Her will and strength to carry on with life despite having so many burdens to carry was amazing, which made him love her in secret. He wanted to be a perfect man for her, someone she could not refuse when the right time came, and so even if it broke his heart to be away from her, he did so. It was supposed to be an opportunity which would help him to become a better man for her, but when he found out she married a famous billionaire, his world was crushed in an instant. And now, he was seeing her in flesh; the beautiful Michelle Finley, who was now carrying another man’s last name... Still, it did not make his desire go away. He wanted to own her...