Marry A Billionaire Novels & Stories

She shrugged her shoulders making Sana’s eyes go wide. “Bitch? He is one of the most eligible bachelors in LA. His grandfather owns the biggest chain in the hotel industry in the state. He is listed second in the top ten youngest billionaires list. Here. He is surrounded by paparazzi. Oh my God, he looks yummy too. You just hit a jackpot.” She was jumping excitedly up and down while looking still shocked. Her heart skipped a beat. She had never really thought of it that way. Marrying a billionaire meant she would be in the eyes of the media. Her eyes widened.

Are you talking about that rich billionaire that appears on the press and TV? I nod positively and sank further into the seat. "That's him" I mutter dryly. "Hunter the successful billionaire marries a girl who doesn't even know where she comes from. Well that can be a very, very interesting headline for the media they'd probably take it as a joke." "Well don't Ms..." "Ummm it's Adrianna Young" I mutter softly. "Yes look Adrianna don't be discouraged, because of his status keep in mind that every man has a weakness you my dear might be just his. So you're running away because you think you aren't wealthy enough to be with him?

My friend and I were surprised to learn that billionaire Joshua Carter was going to marry a woman from modest beginnings. “Well, I'd say this is a little different, but I've seen a billionaire marry a poor girl before, so it's kind of starting to become popular,” she commented, giggling at me and reminding me of my marriage to Jason. Yes, it was true that when I married Jason I wasn't a CEO or anything like that, so I chuckled too. “Well, as long as there is love, I think everything can work out,” I commented.

For two weeks, she didn’t get to see him and realised how briefly he was. She was amazed how rich such a man could be. She had always wanted to get married to a wealthy man, she just do not have any access to any. Being from a poor family, she realised that it was not easy to get all that she need without affluence and she had vowed never to go through what her parents went through. She want to be rich and if not… be the wife of a rich man … just like her boss. And thus she got an idea. Perhaps, her boss might marry her, he is a Muslim and a polygamous man as that, he could get married to someone like her…

And so, with a heavy heart and a voice that threatens to betray me, I utter the words that seal our fate. "I do." As the ring slips onto my finger, I can feel the weight of it settling like a shackle, binding me to a life that is not my own. And yet, amidst the sea of unfamiliar faces and the swell of emotions, I only look for one person. The elegant lady who sat with the groom’s parents, her expression was unreadable, but her gaze was sharp, reminding me of the terms of our agreement. It was because of her that I was now privileged to wear a gown that I never thought I would, and it was because of her that I was pulled into a world that was vastly different from the one I had known all my l

I shrugged, “ I never knew he had done so much, he gave me a tip but they own this estate, what do you think is the possibility of me ever meeting him? I don't even know what to think or believe right now.” “ That has to be the reason why his mannerism is perfect, he is the most eligible single billionaire in Switzerland, and he is single. Everyone has tried to throw himself at him, but it just doesn't work.”Genevieve recounted. “ Well, it seems he has a type.” I couldn't help but blurt it out because what was I to say at the moment. “ Pregnant women obviously because I am pregnant.” “ That has me shocked, I don't even know what to say, are you sure no one has gotten the clip about this? The

I had to be strong. Unconsciously, I replayed the offer again. Marry a man I barely know. Live together as husband and wife for fourteen months. No emotion. No attachment. Just appearance. How could I manage that? But the amount was enormous. Millions of dollars. I could clear my parents’ debts, pay my sister’s medical bills, maybe even take her out of the hospital. I could start fresh build my own business. But at what cost? I knew the world of wealthy men was entirely different. Could I adapt? Could I survive? Could I keep my independence or would I become a pawn in a twisted game?

He had exactly seven days to get a woman to agree to marry him. One week to see how he would make a marriage contract. He wouldn't get married even if he was drunk, that was something completely foreign to someone like him. As soon as he left the office, he called a good friend of his. A good lawyer, he knew he was going to need it. He knew that finding a woman would not be a problem, but if he wanted to inherit the position in the company, she had to be someone capable of reaching his level. It couldn't be just any girl.

"If you're talking about money, you know I am not into---" "I know." He cut me by putting his index finger on my lips. "But you have no choice, Sophia Yzabelle Kelley because you're married to me and you married one of the top billionaires in California." He winked at me and God knows how much I wanted to smack the arrogant smile playing on his lips. "So, you really owned this mansion?" "We, sweetheart, owned this mansion."

What if I showed you how to eliminate all of your financial troubles in a single stroke? My grip tightened on the phone. “What are you talking about?” “A contract,” he said. One that carries with it full payment of your mother's medical debt, plus bonuses. The only catch is that it involves more than therapy.” I frowned, suspicion rising. “What’s the catch?” Something was up. “You’d have to marry Ethan.” The words hit me like a freight train. For a moment, I was sure I’d misheard. “I’m sorry, what?” Then I threw my head back and laughed. This was a joke.