Marry A Billionaire Novels & Stories

I needed her to tell me I was right, at least. “Girl truth be told. Edward is a billionaire, he can do anything to get what he wants. You can't stop him because you're nobody. No offense” She added. “None taken” “Don't start being unsupportive in the first months of marriage, you might end up getting a divorce.” That's what I wanted, to divorce him. I couldn't wait for these months to pass by quickly. “So you're telling me to take his offer and convince everyone else to because he might throw them out in the streets?”

Yet, the specter of the hidden room loomed over them, an unspoken truth that lingered beneath the surface of their burgeoning connection. On the day of the wedding, the mansion buzzed with activity. Victoria, dressed in a sleek black gown, ensured that every detail was immaculate. The air was charged with anticipation, but an unexpected twist awaited them. As Victoria descended the grand staircase, she heard the commotion outside. The paparazzi had descended upon Sterling Manor, hungry for a glimpse of the elusive billionaire and his bride. Panic set in as the staff rushed to shield Alexander from the intrusive cameras. In the chaos, Victoria found herself pulled into a secluded alcove with

“He was in it for a slice of the Ramsey billions.” Sarah tapped the desk with her finger to emphasize the train of reasoning in her mind. “He was going to rip her off.” “And she didn’t have that problem with Damien Winter,” Erin concluded. “Which is rather sad when you think about it, finding out you’re only being married for your money. I wonder if Charlotte Ramsey is happy with her British billionaire.” “Erin, you might write happy endings for your stories, but there’s no way you can guarantee them in true life,” her aunt said dryly.

“From what I’m seeing, he’s doing right by you despite the contract thingy. That’s enough.” Something about that rubbed me the wrong way instantly. “Doing right by me?” I echoed. “Yeah,” he said, like it was obvious. “Val, listen, this is an opportunity. You’d be crazy not to take advantage of it.” I stilled. “What do you mean?” “I mean,” he leaned forward slightly, his tone shifting, becoming more serious, more… insistent, “you’re married to a billionaire. A freaking billionaire. Do you know what that means?” I didn’t answer.

The woman continued in a cold tone. "A contract marriage with the CEO of Knight Group." Emily's mind went blank. The CEO of Knight Group. Everyone knew his name. Alexander Knight. The youngest billionaire in the country. Cold. Powerful. Untouchable. But also known as the most dangerous man in the business world. Emily swallowed nervously. "This… this must be a joke." "It's not." "If you marry him for one year, you will receive one million dollars." Emily’s heart almost exploded. One million. Her father's surgery would be nothing compared to that.

"You don't just 'one thing led to another' your way into marrying a billionaire! I thought he was just some average rich person." "I kind of did." She groans. "Okay, so why did he marry you?" I freeze. I can't tell her the truth, and even if I could, where would I even begin? Oh, he's not just a billionaire, he's also a lycan. You know the dangerous species that we thought didn't exist? And this marriage is part of some hidden power struggle I barely understand? Yeah, that would go over well. "I don't know," I lie.

“I know how it sounds, baby. I do. And if there was any other way, believe me, I’d take it. But this… this is our last shot.” I looked away, biting hard on the inside of my cheek to keep the tears from falling. My thoughts were spinning. One heartbreak wasn’t enough and now I am being sold to another man that I know nothing about. “And who is he? This man, that wants to marry me.” I asked. “He’s a billionaire,” my dad said carefully. “He’s powerful and well-connected. He promised full financial backing. He said he’d save the business, wipe out all our debts and not just that.. he wants to grow and expand it and then us global.” I’m

"That will be a disaster but all we need is to be very careful and discreet but as for the wedding, it's happening because I can't afford to lose the deal with Mr Richard." If I am being honest, I am not just getting married because of the deal with Mr Richard, I am a billionaire and I don't exactly need him. I don't mean to brag but I can never be broke even if I refuse to work for the rest of my life. So aside from the deal, I really want to get married because of everything people are saying about me because if I don't, then it will confirm the remorse and I don't want it because to the best of my knowledge, I am a decent guy and I don't deserve everything happening to me.

My father made some bad investments and now, his wife has taken matters into her own hands to marry me off to a scary billionaire. Does she even care for my well being or was it all about keeping her fancy jewelries and Birkin bags? “The wedding will take place in a week’s time,” The billionaire announced. “A week?” Mother echoed. “That is not enough time to prepare.” “It is when you can pay people to speed up the process for you. Tell me what you want and I will find the best people in the country to get it done.” His voice bounced off the walls and vibrated my eardrums. A week. My life was being snatched from my fingers like a sharp object in the prying fingers of a kid. And I had no choic