Novel & Cerita Marrying A Millionaire

A staring competition had started between Ariana and her parents. She desperately needed answers because she couldn’t understand why this strange man had decided to ask to marry her out of all things he could possibly ask for. Her mother sighed. “Alexander savage is a multi billionaire”. Martha said. “So?” Ariana raised her brow at her mother, her mother had mentioned him being a multi billionaire as if it was supposed to explain why he was suddenly interested in marrying her. “Mum what if he is a billionaire, why does he want to get married to me?” She asked.

“Tell me who he is and why he chose me as his wife.” She stood petrified in front of me, as if she didn’t know what to say, but I wouldn’t let her get away before she answered all my questions. “I don't understand why he chose you as his wife,” her voice came out shaky and slurred, “but Mr. Gregory is the heir to a multi-billion dollar empire. He needs a wife to take over the family business.” “Billionaire?” I whispered, and it was as if my strength went out like a balloon. ”I married a billionaire?”

She tried to meet his eyes with hers, but he avoided it looking elsewhere but her. "Wow. This is huge." Sophia said excitedly. "First, you get married without our notice and now, you are saying it's only a marriage of convenience, a contract! She is paying you to deceive the world!" Mr Williams growled at his som, his walking stick shaking hazardously. "She's paying me A Million Dollar, how could I reject that." "Shit! A million dollar?? Oh my fucking God, that could buy a mansion and even a car. And ohhh... my goodness." Sophia shouted calculating the money with her fingers.

“This isn’t a joke. I’m offering you ten million dollars to marry me. And before you ask, no, I’m not insane.” “Ten million,” he said flatly. “Five to invest, five to transform. Clothes, car, apartment—whatever it takes to look like a billionaire’s wife. I’m not marrying someone who looks like she’s struggling to survive. You’ll stand beside me, not beneath me. Understood?” My throat dried. I wasn’t sure which part hit harder—the money or the insult. That was it. I stood up abruptly, startling Julian. He stayed seated, eyeing me cautiously.

Do you honestly think a guy like Alexander Bluemoon is going to let me get away with defrauding him of that amount of cash? “Alexander Bluemoon? The alpha billionaire?” Miah queried in consternation. “He’s the guy who wants to hire a wife? For goodness’ sake, he’s always knee-deep in supermodels and actresses. Why would he have to pay a woman he doesn’t know to marry him?” “Because a long time ago, he was supposed to get married, but it didn’t work out. This time around, he wants a marriage of convenience on a strict business basis.”

**Mia's POV** "What do you mean you're getting married?" I nearly choked on my smoothie, staring at Scarlett across our usual corner table at The Morning Bean. When I told Scarlett that I needed to meet with her, she soon came. The morning sunlight streaming through the window caught her fiery hair, making it look like actual flames. "Since when do you believe in marriage?" Scarlett stirred her latte with practiced nonchalance, but I caught the slight tension in her shoulders. "Since my family offered me ten million dollars to say 'I do' to the heir of Morton Industries."

He would look at her with the same eyes as her father and she would never dare to show up looking irresistible in front of someone she loved. This was all because of Celeste. If there was no such person, none of this would have happened. She would have been a good wife beside Dean, helping her husband and educating their child, and living the life that everyone dreamed of. So all her hatred had to be borne by Celeste. "Helena, do you really want to do this well?" "Yes, Scarlett." Scarlett's grimacing pale face was as terrifying as a ghost in the dark night, "If you want to marry me, you can. If you want the Blue Family to be your supporters, you can too. But, you have to promise me one condi

"Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for joining us tonight. I stand before you not as a billionaire playboy, but as a man who has faced the shadows of his past and found redemption in an unexpected twist of fate." The revelation resonated through the room, and the attendees, once captivated by the charade, now bore witness to a love that transcended the confines of societal expectations. The echoes of deceit were replaced by the harmonious notes of genuine connection, and Sterling Manor became a symbol of resilience and redemption. As Victoria and Alexander danced under the glittering chandeliers, the shadows of Eleanor's legacy seemed to dissipate. The once-secret marriage, now unveiled to the

She wondered if he was crazy. "Hi, Aunt Sarah." She heard her nephew walk up to her. "Hey, Alex." She said as she hugged her nephew. Her sick nephew hugged her and she rubbed his head affectionately. She didn't want to get married for monetary reasons, but she looked more desperate. It was gonna be for good if she married him. She could get money for Alex's heart surgery and he would benefit whatever he wanted to benefit from a contract marriage. Sarah picked up the business card and dialled the phone number in, after putting Alex to bed. She had returned from work and after feeding Alex and having dinner, she sat at the table.

Max assured. I don't doubt Max can pull off such a stunt. The Dicksons have connections in the government. They are one of the oldest and richest families in Washington; they were practically like gods in the city. “You said you've been pressured by your grandfather to get married, why?” I asked Max stared into my eyes. He responded, “To continue the Dickson’s legacy, to extend the family, to gain stability and to have grandchildren. It runs in the family,” Max paused a bit and avouched, “and it's part of Grandpa’s condition before he can give me his shares –that I must get married. I need his shares for a specific reason.”