Married To The Heartless Billionaire Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Oh no, I'm good. I'm not hungry." "What do you mean you're not hungry? Your husband gave us his card to do as we please, and now you're saying you're not hungry? You can get anything you want." "Husband? What's going on?" "I got married," Alice smiled. "You got married? When? To who? Do I know him?" "Yes. You may know him. Travis Osborne. It's been a few months, but it's been the best few months of my life." "Wait. That Travis Osborne? That CEO that was featured in Worbes or something?"

“Aren’t you thinking about Natalie?” “Shhh! Why did you have to mention her?” “Because she’s your girlfriend!” Brent exhaled harshly. “She’s willing to watch me marry another woman. Is that what love is?” “Then why did you marry another woman? Is that what love is?” Brent immediately looked up to see Beverley’s face. His expression turned sour. “You wouldn’t understand.” Beverley bit her lip. Brent was no ordinary person. He was the boss and leader of a large company. There must be a lot of people who depend on him. He married her not because he wanted to. But because he had to.

I couldn’t deny the flutter in my chest whenever he called to check up, but it was always accompanied by a sinking feeling in my stomach. I was a single mother. My Son, Liam, was just two years old—a bright, bubbly little boy who was the center of my world. But I couldn’t shake the fear that my status as a single mom would be a dealbreaker for someone like Smith. He was a wealthy, smart, handsome bachelor with a glamorous life. Why would he want to get involved with someone who already had a child? The thought haunted me, especially as our connection deepened.

she went on. Is the CEO married? Who could captivate that icy billionaire's heart? It's natural for women to fall in love with him, but it's unusual for him to fall in love. So far, that man has rejected numerous confessions. "Oh dear! I have to go, Jake! I have to speak with the director!" she exclaimed as she walked away from me.

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.

Alice's heart raced, contemplating her bold move to offer herself in marriage without meeting her future spouse, only to find herself in a surprisingly favorable situation. 'Isn't that Andrew Kingston, the famed business tycoon? Word has it that even Richie Rich can't tally up the sheer number of businesses he commands. And, as if that's not enough, he's the singular force behind Royman Productions, consistently delivering box office hits. Is he born into wealth, or is there a lucky charm in play?'

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?

“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?”

Damian Blackwood waited at the altar like he was attending a funeral instead of his own wedding. Tall, still, unreadable. Black suit. Dark eyes. A mouth that looked as if it had forgotten how to be kind. For a second, Elena’s steps faltered. Her fingers tightened around the bouquet. Somewhere behind her, the wedding planner made a sharp little sound, probably terrified the bride was about to ruin the most photographed marriage deal of the year. Marriage deal. That was all it was. One year. One signature. One ruthless billionaire paying off her family’s debts in exchange for a wife he could parade in front of the board, the press, and his dying grandfather.

"What are you saying? Marry you? I don't even know you..." said Natalia, who was really scared by the proposal, not finding the slightest sense in it. From one moment to the next, she felt that she was pale and cold. The machine that marked her heartbeat began to beep loudly, so Stefano couldn't continue talking to her. "I'm just saying it would be a good opportunity for both of us. I'll pay you" he told her. The nurse on duty ran desperately to where the girl in question was.