Marrying A Millionaire Novels & Stories

The thought of both of them smiling at each other, holding their hands as they said their vows before thousands of equally rich people… I didn’t even belong there. If a billionaire was fucking getting married, there was no way I would belong among the crowd of people that would be invited. It was a fucking island, the only way anyone would be able to reach an island would be to use a fucking helicopter, and I doubted Benjamin would invite anyone who didn’t own one. I could imagine them just taking a sip of some expensive wine, the name in some French cursive that was too long to pronounce, their eyes skittering across my outfit that was my best to pass of anywhere, judging me.

I would never forgive him for pushing me into this marriage with that infamously wealthy billionaire, running the most cruel cartels of Mexico. I, Emily Arquette, the supposed heiress of the Arquette legacy… My whole life fell apart in a heartbeat. My father’s “noble” businessman reputation turned out to be a lie; the price of our wealth was my freedom. I never imagined I would walk down the aisle, dressed in a white gown, about to marry a man I have never even met.

Then he looked at me with steady eyes and said, “Will you marry me, Eunice Morgan? Be the love of my life forever? In sickness and in health, in riches and in poverty? Plea…” I did not let him finish. I pulled him up, my hands trembling, and pressed my lips against his. It was my answer, one that spoke louder than words. Happiness. I had always thought it was overrated, a fragile thing. But now I knew better. These past years had taught me the true worth of joy. And when you find someone who genuinely cares for you, who shows up when the world has crumbled, you protect them fiercely. Yes, I was richer. Yes, I carried more influence. But Adrian was not a man hiding behind my shadow. He was st

where Sara's simple marriage to Mason could be appreciated, this confirmed that her ex-girlfriend had married a billionaire and of course she would have a lot of money, she had to agree with Sara's evil mother to carry out a plan and be able to take very good advantage of this. Roberto paid his friend for the work and went straight home, Mariane had already returned from work, and he must decide with her. - Mariane! Mariane, I've got good news for you- Roberto enters the house screaming. "Tell me, my love, what happened?" - She responds, as he takes her by the waist and lifts her up into the air. I found out that Sara during this time married a billionaire and guess what? - He tells her with

Jayden spat, his face filled with hate, grief, and spite and Aiden's face turned rigid. "Firstly I don't expect you to listen to me, heck I don't even want you to. Because I'd love everything in me for you to go missing as a result of contacting my wife. But also, listen up. Who gave you the idea that I'm a millionaire, it's a billionaire. Get your facts straight." Aiden warned. He pondered what on Earth made people think he was a millionaire and each time he was called a millionaire, it got him offended. Being a millionaire meant that he was just so close to his thousands which he wasn't and wouldn't be in years to come.

"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

“Well, it comes once in a blue moon. Accept it now because very soon, I'll be telling you to go fuck yourself.” Her words loosened the rest of the muscles I was using to take my face into a frown. “Besides, 1 million dollars is a lot of money to give up. Who knows if you will win?” “I'm married to a billionaire. 1 million dollars is nothing to him,” I said unconsciously. Did I just agree to the fact that I was married to Alexander? “Ohhhhhh, looks like someone is having second thoughts,” she teased. “Did you kiss him? I can say, he's one hell of a hot man.”

Except she couldn’t afford to laugh when rent was three weeks late and her bank account was literally negative. “This is insane.” “It’s optional.” She looked down at the thick stack of documents. Fake marriage. To a billionaire. For money. Ava laughed nervously. "This is a joke, right? Like... a prank show?" "No cameras. No joke." "You want me to marry someone I've never met?" "Technically, you haven't just met him yet. But yes." Ava's heart pounded. Her instincts screamed run, but her logic whispered stay. Five thousand dollars was more than a number now. It was her dream, her future, her everything. But it was also her only real option.

Back then, he needed a suitable wife, and I needed money as well as status. It was a strictly transactional marriage. There was no romantic proposal. Thomas had even asked Luca to buy our wedding rings. As for our wedding, we went through everything by the book and were simply two actors on a stage. Things had become different. Thomas kissed my forehead and said earnestly, “We’re in love with each other now. It’s only natural that we have another wedding. Besides, I want all your friends to know just how happy you’ve become.” I was taken aback.

Make her sign a pre-nup reversal agreement buried in legal fluff, marry her and divorce her. I’d done it before. Except not with someone this wealthy, and smart. And that made it all the more thrilling.