Marry A Rich Old Man Novels & Stories

Married. To him. LATER THAT NIGHT… “What do you mean you’re married to Xavier Knight?” Mira gasped through the phone. “I don’t know! I didn’t mean to!” I whisper-yelled. “I just signed some stupid papers” “You’re telling me you accidentally married the hottest, most arrogant senior in school?! Girl, I’ve had dreams about that!” “This is not a dream,” I groaned. “It’s a nightmare. Someone banged at the door. I flinched.

"I left him while you were still growing inside me. I chose you over everything he had. And I would choose you again a thousand times." I reached across and put my small hand over hers. She turned her palm up and held it. "Promise me something," she whispered. "Anything, Mama." "Never marry a billionaire." .... *Twenty three years later.* .... The restaurant was beautiful in the way that expensive things always are, all dim gold lighting and white linen and the kind of silence that money buys so that rich people never have to hear the world outside. I sat across from Gabriel Weston and watched his mouth move. He was saying the right things. They always say the right things. Flowers on the ta

She was a strong woman; when she trembled, I knew something had to be terribly wrong. “What's happening?” I asked again. “We found a man for you to marry” my uncle cut in. Marriage? Me? “What?” My breath stopped cold. “He is very wealthy. He will help us out and he will take good care of you” he said, like it was a simple transaction. “I'm still in high school” I said, clutching at the last thread of argument. “I don't care,” he replied. My thinking wheels began to move quickly. “My mate…” I suddenly said out loud

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.

"I'm sorry Don Marco but I'll have to disappoint you on this one. I am not going to jeopardize my happiness for a year just because of your ten million dollars. I am not going to get married to your son, you can find someone else to do it." "Are you really sure about that?? You might want to rethink that, Ivory," he scoffed. The nerve of this man. Why does the rich always think they can buy people with their money? "I am certain about my answer. I am not interested in your offer neither am I interested in your demand, you can always find someone else to do it." With that being said, I stood up and adjusted myself to leave this place. My mood has actually been ruined. "That's fine, Ivory. At

He was surprised he hadn’t come down with hypothermia. And now he was going to have to cancel because his mother thought that he should go see the woman he was supposed to have married instead marry his younger brother. He needed to find a date. Preferably one who would convince his mother he wasn’t secretly pining over Bettina. He wasn’t. He’d gotten over her the moment she’d dumped him for his brother when Mitchell was appointed the CEO position in their family jewelry business.

If this is just a contract, then I’ll play by those rules and nothing else. A new thought creeps in. Maybe I should look for another job. I’m surrounded by wealth here—luxury dripping from every wall, every polished floor, every chandelier that hangs like a reminder of how far away I am from everything familiar. Surely, someone out there in this rich man’s world is willing to pay me better than Noah ever will. And when do I find that opportunity? I’ll resign. No explanations. No regrets. Then I can work and pay off what I owe him so I can be free. The contract will automatically come to an end because, tell me, who exactly in their senses would go ahead to marry someone else while already be

He was a little bit nervous but happy. “Husband? She is already married? Since she is married, why they were trying to marry her off with Virat? Maybe they did not know. But whatever you say, this guy seems rich and handsome too. He must be a good husband. He might be from another religion… He seems to love our San very much. The way he stopped the wedding was so awesome... How romantic!” When everyone was chattering, the old man was so furious and so her father was. Her mom seemed to like Nick.

Our environment is almost looking like a codemned village. Yeah this is part of the reasons he wants me to marry one rich Old man who claims that he is ready to take care of Dad, his health, get him a good house and good occupation for me. An Old man that we don't even know, he literally just bumped into our house one day. Another sad thing is that, this old man we are talking about is way older than Dad. I've been trying to fight back my tears but I just couldn't hold it anymore. I let it flow freely down my cheeks.

The other daughter—who had just returned from the countryside—was merely a tool, someone he could throw into another man’s bed in exchange for money. “I understand, Dad. I’ll go tomorrow.” “Elena, you were so happy when you married into the Lu family,” Zander said gently, as if coaxing a foolish child. “Your husband is sick; he won’t live long. After Mr. Wang’s matter is settled, Dad will find you a good man from a respectable family.” “Thank you, Dad,” Elena replied softly and hung up. After ending the call, she closed her eyes while still lying in Holden’s arms. A quiet ache settled in her chest.