Married To The Heartless Billionaire Novels & Stories

By the time I tried to reach her, someone had already buried her, someone who wasn’t me. I wiped my tears with the back of my hand and forced myself to focus, flipping through her words as if they might give me back the mother I had lost and hated. Then something stopped me. A line, sharp and unsettling: ‘Being the wife of a billionaire isn’t as beautiful and heavenly as others think.’ My breath caught. My mother… married a billionaire? I felt the sting of betrayal tighten in my chest. After leaving me behind in Russia twice, after the absence, the grief, she had gone on to marry a billionaire in New York?

“No—no, I mean it! You don’t get to hush me. You married into the damn Archer family! Do you even realize how insane that is?” “I realize it more than you think.” She paused on the other end. “What’s that supposed to mean?” “Diana…” I trailed off, leaning back against the headboard. “You wouldn’t understand.” “Try me,” she said with a playful tone. “Because from where I’m standing, you hit the jackpot. Gorgeous billionaire husband, insane mansion, no bills to pay—girl, are you even real anymore?” I laughed, but there was no joy in it. “You think this is some kind of fantasy, don’t you?”

"I don't have time for sentimental relationships. This is purely business. You need money; I need marital status. A win-win." Hazel felt her body tremble. All of this was too absurd to digest in one night. Theo narrowed his eyes, as if reading the doubt on Hazel's face. "The consideration is simple, Miss Gabriella. I pay all your mother's hospital bills. In return, you become my wife for a year." For several seconds, Hazel couldn't say anything. Those words echoed in her mind, blurring both her logic and fear. "So... what's your decision?" Theo added coldly, as if Hazel's answer was merely a formality that wouldn't change his decision.

The phone cracked against the wall, its shattered pieces scattered across the floor like her broken plans. Samantha Frost stood frozen in her penthouse, breathing heavily as she stared at the news article glaring back at her from the TV screen. ''"Julian Mathers, CEO of Grand Entertainment Inc., Publicly Announces His Marriage to Selena Frost."'' Her fingers curled into fists, her nails digging into her palms so hard they nearly drew blood. 'Married?' Julian Mathers—the ruthless, unattainable billionaire. The man every woman in the country wanted. And her perfect, golden sister had gotten him.

I can’t do that anymore. A staff member appeared beside us. “Mr. Blackwood, we’re ready.” The room beyond the curtain erupted into applause. They were waiting for the billionaire. I thought about Elara sitting alone with divorce papers, waiting for calls that never came. Holding ultrasound photos while wondering what to do next. Then I thought about Blue, her birthdays I missed… her school events. Memories I could never recover. The weight of it nearly crushed me. For years I convinced myself power solved problems, but power had never fixed anything.

She turned around, ready to change clothes and head down, when her phone on the nightstand rang. It was Gloria. She said, Thomas and his wife had guests at noon. The Larson family. They had come to discuss a marriage alliance. Gloria said, They brought a huge bride price, maybe fifty to sixty million dollars. Judging from that, the one Thomas plans to sell off is most likely you, not Aurora. They want to marry you into the Larson family. Marry you to Yohan. Yohan, disfigured and violent, had sent every one of his past wives fleeing for their lives. Your health is already fragile. If you marry into that family, what will become of you?

the clerk says, handing me the bag once everything is finalized. I step outside. The sun is setting, painting the sky in soft hues of orange and pink. The heat has eased, and the breeze feels lighter against my skin. The market has calmed slightly, the chaos softened by evening. But the air inside that building… it was different. Now I understand why people don’t want to leave luxury once they taste it. Because I wouldn’t want to either. Well, except if your contract marriage husband cheats on you. Beautiful way to spoil the mood, Bella. Go, Bella.

I pulled out my phone and showed her the picture of our marriage certificate. “Dorathy, meet my husband. Adrian Blackwell.” Silence. Dorathy stared at the screen, then looked at me as if I'd lost my mind. “Adrian Blackwell?! The billionaire? The Ice King of Blackwell Enterprise?” She slapped both hands over her mouth. “Elena, are you fucking insane? You married the most terrifying man in the country out of spite?!” “He gave me a domestic contract, so I tore it up in front of his chief butler, claimed his master suite, wore his designer shirt as a dress, and crashed his international investor meeting with diner food.”

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.

“Charlotte, listen to me. Whoever you met…” “No.” She cut me off. “You listen. He said our marriage is a bargaining chip. That there’s a prenup. That there’s a clause in the merger tied to us staying married for a year.” I felt the blood drain from my face. “Charlotte…” “Is it true?” “Answer me!” I closed my eyes. “It’s… complicated.” “That’s not an answer.” I opened my eyes again. “Yes. There’s a clause.” She screamed over the phone. “Oh my God.”