Marrying A Millionaire Novels & Stories

A giggle escaped Ana's mouth, perplexing Richard, who questioned, cocking his head a bit to the side, "It sounds weird I know since capturing a billionaire is not picking a flower from a garden." "No, it is not because I will not have a chance with the Billionaire. What surprises me is that people usually assume that if a woman has an incredible dream, she will seek out a wealthy man. Besides, I do not mind telling you that marriage is something I loathe to the core." "Then what is the future of your relationship, which you have talked about in front of me as if marriage with that guy is just a fantasy you were born with?"

He hissed. "I do have my things going. I am not the eldest son..." he didn't give many details. He was really a billionaire.. I didn't know if I should cry or laugh that I was married to a billionaire. It just made it obvious how screwed I was. I had threatened a billionaire to marry me. He was more powerful than I thought.

“He’s not old enough to die in five years.” “Then what are you complaining about? You’re marrying a millionaire man, young, full of life and health. He’s fought to have you.” She fans herself with her hands as if a warmth takes over her body. “I try to understand you, Tati, but you make it difficult for me. You got a bargain! What woman doesn’t dream of marrying a millionaire?”

Nádia explained to him that his fiancée decided everything simple and without luxury, and no crowding, or media. Just the fury, he says everything he thinks. "By the Mariane gods!" What kind of a joke, is this? You practitioner want to marry me, in secret and that? Have you not thought of me? My mom didn't do anything, watching you do shit like that? I am Mariane billionaire, I am important throughout the USA. Here in Florida, I'm the best catch in the state! Mariane, I never wanted to get married! However, I will and as I am an important person, I cannot simply sign a simple paper in the garden of my house.

She added that “since he started courting her, she had known his character, at least two-third, and it was easier to put up with Charles’ moods, his nastiness, his bad choleric, squabbles and his unjustified accusations. She sat for hours contemplating within her on how to inform some of her relations about her present marriage proposal and she said, “I would be proud to relate to them my preparations to leave my father’s house and get married to a rich man; and I would brag about his accomplishments which could possibly interest them.” She further said that when any girl found a man to marry, one of the cynical remarks people or relatives often make would be whether her husband is a million

he said. Killian nodded once, his expression unreadable. “Good evening.” There was a pause, but my sister clearly was not finished. She tilted her head slightly as she studied me. “I suppose marrying a billionaire is one way to recover after losing everything.” That smug look seemed permanent. Several nearby guests turned their heads subtly. People loved drama, and they especially loved it when it involved the Montclairs. My smile tightened until it felt brittle. “I did not realize you came here to discuss my life choices.”

“So, Callie, how did your date with Mr. Billionaire go yesterday?” I heaved a sigh and then responded. “Well, aside from having the finest wine, and eating a whole bunch of sweet delicacies, it was just plain normal. Sterling is a man of few words.” “Wow, that must be cool. I can only imagine,” she stated with dreamy eyes. “Lucky you, babe. But Callie, I can't believe that you are finally going to be getting married to a billionaire.” “Me too.” I sighed. “But it might be a good thing after all. Your fiance is so handsome, muscular, and above all, extremely wealthy. That would be a huge plus to you.”

Her voice went high, confused, almost offended on my behalf. I shrugged, trying to breathe through the pressure building in my chest. “I don’t know. But the lawyer said that if I refuse to marry Caleb within seven days, he will get all his inheritance. If Caleb refuses, I get everything. We have to get married and have a boy child within a year of being married so that if anything happens to us, he can take over the businesses in the future." Jen stared at me, blinking repeatedly. “Emily, I am extremely confused. Do you mind telling me what happened, again? You're saying you are expected to marry a stranger and have a kid with him?" I nodded, burying my face in my hands, feeling overwhelmed.

I nodded, "I just...I don't want to marry this man- I don't want to marry any man." "I know what you mean. It's a cruel world within these mansions, everyone's going through something." I looked into the far distance, "I'm willing to do anything to make sure that I don't marry this man." "Are you sure about that? Now I know you don't love him, hell, none of us even like our husbands. But don't you want wealth to your name?" I shook my head, "I'd rather have nothing in my bank account and be happy, than be a millionaire and be abused and terrorised by a man."

He'd told her with his usual care free grin. "Just because I'm marrying you, doesn't mean I can't get things for myself. I've lived on my own so far and can do so in the future regardless of the fact who my husband is." She'd shot right back, titling her chin up at him. He'd stared at her, looking exasperated before looking up at the roof of the car they were sitting inside. Turning his head towards her, he'd explained patiently, "Not that I'm bragging or anything, but you're going to be marrying a billionaire. Once we're out in the public as a couple, the media will scrutinize your every move starting from the way you act around others right down to the kind of shoes you wear and I don't wa