Married To The Heartless Billionaire Novels & Stories

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?”

A space of my own where I could create art freely, teach aspiring artists, and share my passion with hobbyists and students. It was the dream I’d clung to for years. But reality hit me hard. What kind of father would want to hear that his daughter got married just to settle debts? And not a real marriage—no, this was a contract marriage. I’d read enough books and seen enough stories to know how these things ended: In tears, drama, and regret. And then there was the man himself. Not just anyone—The Lucas Hawke. A man the media had painted as ruthless, cold, and just earlier, a potential psychopath.

When the crowd began to thin, Damion leaned in close, his lips brushing against her ear in what appeared to be an affectionate gestures but his words sent a cold chill down her spine. “Just so you know, this marriage was a business deal,” he whispered, his voice low and dangerous. “Now we’re almost done with the charade, I thought you should know that I own you now and you are to do exactly as I say or else your parents will suffer if you refuse me, and I’m sure you love your parents so much than to watch them suffer.”

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.”

“You have a wife now. A child. The council doubts you. The smaller families are testing you.” She leaned in slightly. “You can’t fight like you used to.” Valentino’s voice lowered. “I don’t need to.” She studied him carefully. “Marry me.” The word hit like a blade. “Unite our territories. Consolidate power. I control the south again. You secure the north. The council falls in line.” He didn’t blink. “I’m already married.” She shrugged. “Annul it.” The air between them turned lethal. “She’s an emotional liability,” Alessandra continued smoothly. “I’m an asset.”

I've played the role of the perfect wife and the perfect mother. I'm not losing everything now because some barista thinks she deserves a piece of my empire. The Blackthorne fortune belongs to Ronan. And I'll destroy anyone who tries to take it from him, even if it means crushing a grieving twenty two year old girl who never asked to be born into this mess. Harrison created this problem with his weakness and his guilt. But I'll be the one to solve it. Whatever it takes.

"It's already done. The debt is too high. My dad found a benefactor to pay for Mom's treatments." "Well, that's great news, right?" He frowned, totally confused by why I was crying. "Why are you crying if your mom is getting saved?" "Because the benefactor is Lucien Knight." Jason froze. The relief on his face twisted into something ugly and sharp. "What did you just say?" "Lucien, your cousin," I repeated, my voice barely a whisper. "He's paying for everything. But he made my dad sign a contract. I have to marry him, Jason."

Richard laughed as Mensah pinned his arm behind his back. “You still don't understand.” Adrian pressed the gun against Richard's forehead. “Where is my wife?” Richard looked up at him. Then he spoke the words that made Adrian's blood turn cold. “She's with her real husband.” Adrian froze. Richard smiled. “The man you replaced.” He leaned closer. “And if you want her back, you must kill him before he tells her who you really are.” Elena woke to the sound of a clock ticking. Her wrists were tied to the arms of a metal chair. A strip of tape covered her mouth.

"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."

“Do you have any idea how I've been living the past three years?” “Other than lavish, how else?” Her eyes widened. “I know about the hundreds of thousands that get wired into your account every month. What could be better than that? Or have you saved up enough for a lifetime that you suddenly want to leave?” “It's not sudden. I've thought about it. Aldwin will never love me. He never has.” “Did you just come to your senses? What were you thinking when you agreed to marry a stranger? Before you signed those papers, did he in any way show you he loved you? Or were you just carried away by the famous billionaire and agreed without thinking?”