Married To The Heartless Billionaire Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Again father I have zero interest in this, but a successor who already knows how this business works, he has probably has made profits over the years and when you die you wouldn’t roll uncomfortably in your grave because your business is in good hands” “And who would kill me?” “I just may with all the stress you’ve put me through” He sighed with a smirk “And what if he doesn’t marry you?last I heard, he had a girlfriend” “That’s easy– I give you my word” she promised whole heartedly, she wanted anything and she always got it, if not through nepotism, then through war. “Okay, let’s see where this goes, in the mean time, go practice” He paused again and she breathed out, after a while his fa

“What is this?” “A proposal,” he said. “A solution. My father’s will contains a clause that requires me to be married within the year to maintain certain corporate protections. I need a wife—under terms that protect my interests. You need payment for your brother’s surgery. I provide funds, you provide marriage for one year. No emotional entanglement. A formal, legal arrangement.” The room tilted in on itself. Elena felt disoriented as if the carpet had moved. “Are you—are you offering me money for marriage?” Her laugh sounded broken and incredulous. “That’s—cruel.”

She watched her own laughter, her own face tilted toward Dante as though she were the happiest bride in the world. Dante was there beside her, signing with ease, his hand steady as though the act meant nothing. To anyone else, it looked like joy. The images shifted. Photographs. Headlines. Billionaire Dante Moretti Marries Rose Blake. Who would have thought the Bachelor Dante Moretti would be so married so quickly? Italy’s Financial Prince. The words scrolled in bold type, each one hammering at her chest. Her lips parted, but no sound came. Her heart pounded so hard it hurt.

he said as he smiled sinisterly. “Please, Sir Mateo, you need to reconsider,” the lady weep. “Toyin, you should stop the tears, because what I'm offering you is a lifetime opportunity. You have the opportunity to become in-laws with a billionaire family. Alex will get a life changing opportunity to be married to a billionaire husband. A lot of girls are praying for such an opportunity” he stressed. “Opportunity to get married to a monster? Then why isn’t he married yet, why?!” She flared and her husband touched her arms and motioned her to keep silent.

Mom explained. “Okay auntie. By the way, you look really sexy.” “You’re really making me blush, honey. Thank you.” “No problem, auntie.” She responded as mom walked out of the room leaving both of us. “So, what’s up babe? Are you not really excited you’re getting married to a billionaire today?” “What’s there to be happy about when it is not even based on love but just a commercial marriage that might not even work out at the end?” I asked.

Her breathing was steady, but Hazel knew her mother’s condition was far from fine. Leaving her like this felt unbearable. But Hazel knew she couldn’t refuse Theo’s request. From the moment she agreed to this marriage, she had accepted all its consequences. She was now Theo’s wife. And as his wife—even if only on paper—she had to play her role in front of the world. This marriage wasn’t just a promise on a document; it was a game they had to play perfectly. Even if everything was an illusion. Her hands clenched at her sides, trying to suppress the turmoil raging in her heart. She wanted to say no. She wanted to stay here, beside her mother, watching over the woman who had fought for her since

The name echoed in my mind like a curse. Everyone knew him. The youngest billionaire CEO in the country. Cold. Ruthless. Untouchable. A man who destroyed lives with contracts and smiles that never reached his eyes. A man who didn’t believe in love. And today, he would become my husband. I finally turned to face my mother. She looked smaller than I remembered, older, worn down by guilt and worry. “I’ll do it,” I said quietly. “I just need you to promise me one thing.” “Anything.”

“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.”

The headlines today was "Nations first love Lira Hart and Billionaire husband's happy marriage." Happy marriage my feet. What happy marriage? Just because he showed up at my movie set, and played the sweet and caring husband, he's now branded as the best husband. Then I heard footsteps. I knew it was him. I hurriedly laid down, pretending I was asleep. The door opened and I could already perceive his scent. It's one I would always remember anytime. I forced myself not to open my eyes and look at him. It would be awkward for me, cause u didn't know what to say to him after hat he did.

" Don't call me that Karl, you should know by now that I'm married woman," " Sure I know that, just like I know that you just lost your biggest chance in your dream career," " What? How did you get to know that?" " I have my ways, just like I did with your wedding to Boris," " Did you have anything to do with my wedding to Eliot?" " You could say that" " You ..how could you, he's such a bastard, and you are worst of them all. Don't you know how heartless he is,"