Marry A Rich Old Man Novels & Stories

Melinda looked down as she said, “Dad, do you still remember Mr. Paul from Harrison Corporation? He couldn’t get North off his mind ever since he met her at the banquet last time. He wouldn’t mind that North has just backed out of a wedding.” Linda quickly played along with Melinda. “She’s right. Henry, Harrison Corporation’s scale is larger than our company. If Mr. Paul is willing to lend us a helping hand, our company can certainly overcome this financial crisis. Moreover, Mr. Paul’s net worth is over billions of dollars. North will have a good life if she marries him.” Henry instantly regained hope. “You’re right. Mr. Paul is an excellent man. Even though North’s reputation is tainted, we

I ask Mary with a devious look on my face. “This girl has been a major pain in my butt ever since she arrived in our lives, I was reluctant to even marry Richard when he told me he had a daughter from his previous marriage, but he had so much money and comfort to offer, I couldn’t refuse his proposal after having targeted him for months. When he died, I thought I would inherit all of his wealth but the clever man left it all to his daughter.” Mary reflected. “Oh no, are we at her mercy then!? I said, shocked at the sudden knowledge.

Helping the old man sit on the sofa, Mark poured another glass of water handing him his medicine. "Huh, now you think of my health." The old man sneered taking the medicine. "The marriage will go on as planned, you can't just change it." Old Mr Johnson stated firmly. "I don't want to marry someone I don't love, someone I can't stand being with." Mark stated trying to convince the old man. "That poor girl loves you so much, isn't it enough for both of you? Besides, she has been waiting for you to come from your business trip to arrange the official engagement."

He returned to his papers as if I wasn’t even there. I walked out, my head spinning, but I stopped when I heard the girls shouting inside the room I had just left. “Father, this isn’t fair!” Genevieve yelled. “I’m the oldest! Why is she getting married to a rich man first?” “Be quiet, Genevieve,” my father said tiredly. “I would have given him one of you if I thought it was a prize. The man is probably a beast. He’s spent his whole life wandering away from real society. For all we know, he’s half-man, half-animal. He’s probably older than I am. I’m just getting rid of a shame and securing a link to his gold. You should be happy it’s not you.”

“You do not need to worry about anything when you’re with me, sweetheart. You have my unlimited card. When we land, you can by whatever you wish. You can replace everything that you’ve forgotten with new ones.” What an idiot. Did he think anything could just be replaced with money? The man had lost touch with reality because of having too much money. The fact that he could give a high maintenance model like myself an unlimited card said a lot about the crazy money he had. He had more than Jake Rylland. Unfortunately for him, age, looks and time were not on his side. And I was not about to marry an old rich man for money when I could marry a young rich one. “Come here, baby.”

"What? I just... I lost my baby an hour ago! I just signed a divorce! You can't be serious." "Oh, I'm very serious," she said, her voice dripping with mock sweetness. "They paid me a truly magnificent sum for your hand. A sum that will ensure your brother’s care at the private facility for the next decade. You’re being married off to an... older gentleman. He’s quite wealthy, but I heard that he's impotent. He needs a 'breeding woman' to sleep with another man of his choosing to provide him an heir. Honestly, I don't know why someone would want a broken, used-up woman like you, but I wasn't about to argue with the price."

"With Anabel out of the way, everything she has goes back to the old man. And he made a will where you and I are his only heirs. As soon as you're married to Donald, the old man will also meet Jesus. He's old anyway, no one will suspect a thing. And I'll be a grieving, millionaire widow." "Marrying Donald won't be any sacrifice - he's hot! But I don't want to stay married too long. I want to enjoy life." Of course she wanted to live it up. If the old man knew she went out every night with her little friends to cause trouble, he'd be furious.

After being reminded by the old woman, he was embarrassed that the entire company belonged to him. "And you." The old woman turned and said to Marcella, "You are a person who will marry into a rich family. What is the value of money." Marcella smiled with pride. ‘I am someone who wants to marry into a rich family, so what about Anna? He was nothing at the time I married a rich man.' thought Marcella.

"Yeah. I was actually excited to meet you. Maybe I should’ve insisted on seeing your picture first, but the old man tricked me. He really made me believe it.” I couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow, crossing my arms in mild defiance. “If you didn’t want to marry me, why don’t you just run away? It’s not that hard. Easy-peasy, right?” He let out a short, dry laugh. “Do you really think my father wouldn’t find me the moment I tried to escape?” I met his gaze, refusing to back down. “You have money... Use it to get away. Leave the country. Start over somewhere else.”

And even my fiancé. I no longer wanted to dwell on what she'd taken before. And I no longer wanted to give way to her. "Lucas and I have ended our engagement." She stared at me as if she hadn't understood, dumbfounded. "W-what?" In her eyes, I saw disbelief, and a hint of barely concealed joy. After all, Lucas was wealthy and powerful, handsome, owned a public company, and had limitless potential. Who would be foolish enough to leave him?