Marry A Billionaire Novels & Stories

One of the young men exclaimed, "But if I could marry her, my family business would triple!" Another girl sighed. "I wish I could marry her too! My dad's company is facing financial difficulties, and seeing him worry takes away my appetite!" "Wouldn't all their problems be solved if they got their hands on those 50 mines?" "Hey, I'm just joking! We're both girls. How could we get married?" "Hey, I heard she has a brother. If you marry her brother, wouldn't that save your family business?" Gia didn't pay attention to the rest of the conversation but clearly heard that part.

Kar; chuckled before tightening his arms around me. The amount of love I feel in this house is beyond measurable. I can't even put it to words. The Billionaire bully I was once forced to marry is now my home and the love of my life. With the two beautiful baby girls sleeping in the next room and the man I love sleeping next to me, I knew with out a shadow of doubt that I was the happiest woman on the face of the planet. "Karl?" "Yeah, wife?" "Can you say it one more time?"

"We don't want this, your Father and I were not looking at this. That's why we've been trying to raise enough money to pay off, paying with what we currently have spelled doom for your Father's business. It would collapse and why that is not more important than your happiness, we have-" "So, I am now the solution? Mom, I do not want to get married to a stranger, not to anyone. You know how Richard's betrayal affected me, you know I still haven't healed from that, and now this?" "I know darling, I know. But please just do this, for us, please." Blair looked away from her mother. "Blair please." "I don't want to get married," she cried.

He was the one who talked me into being there and told me that it would be a nice way to spend our weekend, and this was what I got at the end of the day. He didn't even run after me. It tore me to pieces. I didn't think this was how things were going to end. One of the reasons I made sure to establish myself with the amount of reputation and wealth I had was because no man would have the audacity to look down on me. My husband was equally successful, we were a famous couple that the entire world knew, loved, and talked about. That kind of celebrity couple that everyone loved and admired, having that the both of them, man and woman, were an icon of status and wealth, on their own.

He inveighed bitterly to her. "Everyone would be so disappointed and it would be in the news that, Robin DeMarco got jilted by his wife to be, two weeks before their wedding. That'll do ruin my reputation and it'll affect my business." "So now, you are proposing me to act like your fiancé and get married to you?" Astrid asked him, when it became obvious he Was done with his story. "It'll be a contract marriage and I'll pay you handsomely for it." He assured her,

ANASTASIA “Marry me, Miss Brooks,” Dominic says, like he’s offering me an invitation to a soap opera. I stare at the contract in front of me, as if staring hard enough would make it somehow disappear, turn into something that isn’t a marriage contract to the most condescending person on earth – Dominic Blackwood, the same man who now rules the business world, my dead father’s rival. “Why would I want to marry you?” I ask, meeting his gaze, those blue eyes too pretty, too bright for the personality behind them.

We didn’t look like two drunk idiots playing pretend. I looked up at Eric and said, “We’re screwed. “Completely, and utterly fucked.” My heart was pounding and then, I read the caption below the video: “British Billionaire Heir Marries Mystery Woman in Miami.” That one sentence was bold enough to punch my soul straight out of my body. I blinked at first, then blinked again. British… what? Billionaire… Who? “What—?” I choked out, staring at the screen like it might suddenly correct itself.

"You want me to marry you? I can't. I won't. You already have a bride waiting for you." "No, Ella. Listen to me." Aiden moved closer, desperation evident in his eyes. "I promise I'll make this right. That wedding means nothing to me." He gently took her hand. "I'll call it off, Ella. I swear I will.” I am not desperate to marry a billionaire.I am not covetous. Marry whoever your family wants and never come my way again. Ella left for her room in disappointment. I got pregnant by a callboy and this callboy is a billionaire, he's getting married very soon. In a few months,my baby will be in this world and I will be dropping my baby with someone who isn't her fat

“You have no idea what it took to be ‘fine.’” I shook my head. “I don’t want to see you. I don’t want to talk to you. Whatever you came here for, you can turn around and leave.” That was when his eyes changed. It was subtle, but I knew that look. “I saw you on the news,” he said slowly. “With that billionaire guy.” My stomach tightened. “And?” “I heard you’re married to him now.” I said nothing. “You see,” he continued, nodding like he’d just solved a puzzle, “I knew you were going to do fine for yourself.”

“And this has to do with me?” “I want you to marry me.” The café seemed to tilt. She laughed. Loudly. “That’s insane.” He reached into his coat and placed a folded document on the table. A check. Her laughter died. The amount made her dizzy. Half a million dollars. “I’ll cover your mother’s medical bills,” he said. “All of them. Immediately. The rest is yours.” Her hands trembled. “You don’t even know me.” “I don’t need to.” “That’s supposed to convince me?”