Married To The Heartless Billionaire Novels & Stories

What a heartless man! He has always been a two faced man from the very beginning. Always pushing me away at the expense of his first wife! He has always chose her over me! Too many unjust nature, First it was the apartment , I stay in three bedroom apartments while she stays in four bedroom apartment with a large fenced compound... I didn’t even raised an alarm He would rebuke me just to calm her down! What sort of man would do that?

and started to stand up when Asher's voice stopped me. He sighed and walked up to me, saying, "Heal her first. She seems like she's happy, but deep down she's shattered and lonely. All she wants and craves is some love, care, and tenderness. But I also want you to know that the bastard returns to New York. He and my greedy family came to New York when he learned that I was married to Sarah Winston, the billionaire's daughter, but I refused to meet them because I didn't want their shadow to fall on Sarah and our unborn child. They left when they learned that the Winstons are now bankrupt thanks to you," He said while focusing on my eyes.

TITLE: Billionaire stolen heart Billionaire’s Stolen Heart is a quick, swoon-filled enemies-to-lovers romance that proves love and hate are often two sides of the same coin… even if the story doesn’t take itself too seriously. Sophia Grant never imagined her dream job would come with a nightmare boss. Enter Alexander Cross — a billionaire CEO with a reputation as cold as his penthouse view is high. When he buys out the company she works for, their first encounter is a total disaster, sparking a fiery clash of wills.

I looked at her carefully, unsure where this was going. “I’ll see what I can do,” I replied. “Maybe the doctor knows a cheaper alternative—” “That’s not what I meant, Natasha.” She folded her arms and tilted her head a little. “Your husband. Sylvester. He can afford it.” I swallowed hard. “It doesn’t work like that.” She raised an eyebrow. “Why not? You’re his wife, aren’t you?” “It was never a real marriage,” I said, quietly but firmly. “You know why I married him. It was for the family, not for love or partnership.”

Two years ago, Purple Hearts—the sole heiress to Hearts of Jewels, one of the world’s most lucrative luxury conglomerates—walked down the aisle to marry Alex Hawthorne, a man whose reputation preceded him like a storm cloud. Cold-hearted, reckless, and a notorious playboy spoiled by generational wealth, he was everything her family warned her against. But Purple saw none of it.

"You'll run away? Leave her here to die while you chase some childish dream of true love?" Tears burned in my eyes. "You're cruel." "I'm practical." His thumb brushed my lower lip, the gesture almost gentle. "And right now, being my wife is the only thing keeping your mother alive." The truth of his words settled like lead in my stomach. Behind us, the monitors tracking Mom's vitals beeped steadily, a reminder of everything at stake. "Why?" I whispered. "Why do you even want this marriage? You have Taylor. You've always had Taylor."

Waking up with such an awful dream was to face another terrible reality of her life. Well, this is her marriage: a marriage that still feels like a mystery and will always remain a mystery to her. She was mysteriously married to the Almighty Alexander Georgia: the billionaire mafia lord.

Eliana's POV “I’m sorry. You’re marrying who?” Katherine’s voice hit an octave only dogs and divas could hear. “Keep your voice down,” I hissed, glancing around the café. “This place is crawling with people who donate to my father’s foundation. If one of them hears I’m being bartered off like a Birkin bag in a tax write-off, he’ll have a full-blown aneurysm.” “I’m not whispering until you explain to me what the hell is happening.” Katherine leaned over the table like we were conspiring to rob a royal bank. “You’re marrying Alexander Grayson? The Alexander Grayson?”

I shook my head. "No. I was that foolish to leave my family for you because I thought I'd be happier being with the man I loved than marrying a heartless billionaire but you are no different from the man that Adrian was to me and you are even worse," I expatiate, speaking one after the other so that I could get my message across to him.

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.