Marry A Rich Old Man Novels & Stories

He raises his face and a smile instantly appears on his grim face. “Oh, Scarlett, its my pleasure to see you after a long time and congratulations on your marriage. When Mr. Remirez asked me to prepare marriage documents, I thought he was only doing it to scare you but your ring tells that he was serious. I am happy for you, child.’ The old man says with a warm smile. “Please, don’t remind me about that joke you all call marriage. He ruined my life, Mr. William.” Tears brim in my eyes as I stare down at my ring. It weighs on my finger constantly mocking at me.

The strange dreams and people he met spoke volumes about it… He signs and thinks about how he can secretly access his wealth. As the sun began to set and the sky was painted with a warm orange glow, Welbeck stood at the altar, his heart beating with excitement and nerves. His beautiful fiancee stood before him, her eyes sparkling with happiness and love. Finally, the moment was going to arrive, and they would say their vows, and exchange rings. They would become husband and wife. As they step out of the chapel, a gleaming limousine will await them, ready to whisk them away to their new home. Welbeck's inheritance would allow him to purchase a grand mansion, a place fit for a king and queen.

man 1 said, making the people around her who had been working in the company chuckle as they wondered how young people these days were just naïve. “She is already married, bro,” his friend murmured as he didn’t want his friend to be the company’s laughingstock. “So what? Maybe her husband doesn’t satisfy her. I might do a good job in that,” the young man with a chuckle, making the others shake their heads, feeling that he was truly hopeless. “She is Mrs Parker. Married to the one and only richest man in our city, Travis Parker. Do you have something to say now?” a young man who never got along with the latter said, making man 1’s face pale.

“Simon, you really are something else. Having me out of your life—wasn’t this exactly what you always wanted?” Holding his gaze, I spoke in a cold, steady voice. “That day in the golf club lounge, I heard every word you said with Yara. “The man you saw tonight? The one I plan to marry? He’s the same one you paid to pretend to chase after me. “Simon, you don’t need to spend another cent to get rid of me. You’re finally free to be with the woman you love. “So, why won’t you just let me go? Isn’t this everything you wanted?"

Watching everything. Marcus always said Adrian was ruthless. “Why are you helping me?” I ask. “I’m not helping you.” “Then what?” He leans slightly closer. “Marry me.” "Marry me," he repeated, his voice smooth as silk and twice as dangerous. "And I’ll make sure Marcus Hale spends the rest of his life watching us win." .

The clash was too shocking and surprising. He raised his voice, but still controlled. “now Listen carefully. I’m giving you a choice.” He pulled out a business card from his pocket and slid it straightly across the counter. It felt cold. Heavy. “Marry me. Sign a contract. Fourteen months. You’ll be entitled to three million dollars. No feelings. No attachment. Power and total control only.” What! I blinked at the card again and again, as though it were some dead joke which can never come Alive.

Mark is the top richest man in the city. I felt a jolt of surprise, followed by a spark of curiosity. “Great! Nina, 23 years old, as I said before, no college no degree no PhD I am just a cleaner in this city and also assistant cook.And how do you propose I do that?” He smiled—a faint, calculating curve of his lips. “Marry me.I'll give you whatever you want ” Marry him?

“Is this your idea of a joke” “What”. I frowned. “No. I'm serious”. His gaze never left mine “Is this because Nate cheated on you….with your stepsister and got her pregnant?”. I blinked “Wait..how did you know?” “The news” Of course, the entire country probably knew by now “Ohh.. But he also took away my fashion house, which meant so much more” He studied me for a while “Why should I marry you?” There it was. Not are you insane or a no.

Groaning, the scene in his office started to replay in my head. Okay fine, he is the richest man in New York. He is the most eligible bachelor in the whole of America. When girls see him, they get weak at the knees. He has the power to make sure, you never get a job again. He is my boss, but who the hell is he, to tell me, to marry him? And he said it, so casually like he was asking me, to get his coffee. Who is he? Superman? Batman? God? He even had the guts to threaten me using my family, friends, and my job. He ordered me to Marry him. Even if he didn't order, didn't it sound weird in his ears? I had always imagined a face-less someone proposing to me, on one bended knee, my ear-splitting

Martha hummed and said, “Look at those female celebrities. They earn tens of millions or even hundreds of millions of dollars a year on their own, but there are still many of them who choose to marry old men who are even older than their fathers. Why is that? Isn’t it because those old men are richer than them?” Having said that, Martha said lightly, “I’ve been here for so many years, and I’ve long understood that no matter what shortcomings a man has, he can make up for it with money. Whether he is old, ugly, short, or lowly educated, all these things are nothing as long as a man has money. All these things would not be a problem at all with money. Instead, it would only be a problem if a m