Marrying A Millionaire Novels & Stories

"Maxton followed me to my workplace. He grabbed me in the parking garage and tried to hit me. Kyle intervened. He offered me protection because Maxton has been his business rival for years. The marriage was a strategic arrangement that benefited both of us." The words sounded hollow even to me. Strategic arrangement. Like I was describing a corporate merger instead of the most desperate decision of my life. "You married a wealthy man weeks after leaving his brother," Dr. Morrison repeated, leaning forward slightly in her chair. "You receive significant financial compensation as part of this marriage. Can you understand how that appears to an outside observer?"

"I was crying on the steps. An older woman found me. Grandma Mabel, she gave me a very nice nickname, Lily. And she paid off the four million dollars in cash. But.... But she had a condition, I had to agree to a flash marriage." Audrey froze. Her heart skipped a beat. "Wait, a new nickname? And then you got married? How did it all happen so fast." "Yes," Alura said, rubbing her temples. "It was a contract marriage. I don't even know the man's real name. We registered everything through our lawyers. We have never met face to face. He just sends money to cover my expenses and rent. That is how I afford this place." Audrey’s mind raced. A secret millionaire-- scratch that, probably a billionair

Caspian said one night as the three of them lay in bed. “What?” Killian and Audrey gaped in unison. “They’re the only state that allows polygamy,” Caspian said as he showed his phone screen. “I’ve Googled it,” “That’s crazy talk,” Killian rolled his eyes. “Why would we do that?” “She wants a marriage, right? We can give it to her in Utah,” Caspian reasoned. Killian thought for a moment before turning to Audrey. “Do you really want a marriage or is it just because your dad is telling you to?” he asked.

There was something about her eyes that drove me absolutely crazy—she was driving me crazy in the best possible way. "Really? How can I do that? Be rich like that, like a billionaire?" She asked, and I smiled at her words. She was indeed a beautiful soul, so pure and untainted by the corruption that surrounded people like me. "Well, you can do that by marrying one. Easy peasy." I said, and she frowned. Fuck, I didn't like that look. "Marrying one? It's hard to come across a billionaire willing to marry, and besides, I want to make my own wealth."

"Yes, Shirley, its true. You should try staying out of things that dont concern you for once." But Mr. Maxwell wasnt ready to let it go. He leaned forward, his expression smug. "Mark, you really should think about this,"he said, his voice dripping with condescension. "The benefits youd gain from marrying Miss McDonald are unmatched. Shes not just some random woman—shes one of the richest women in New York. Marrying her would open doors you cant even imagine." I couldnt help but scoff, crossing my arms as I turned to face Maxwell. "And who says Marks life will magically improve after marrying Miss McDonald? What law guarantees that?"I asked, a smirk playing on my lips.

Dawn pointed out, turning her attention away from her best friend and back to her computer. "You're married to a billionaire, you should be in luxury right now, not working your butt off for fifty thousand bucks every month" "Millionaire" she corrected "David is a millionaire and keep your voice down will you" Becky shrugged and spun her chair around "Millionaire, billionaire it all sounds the same to me. My point is, if I was married to a millionaire I'd be in the Bahamas right now, sitting on the beach and getting my spa treatment done"

I said, rubbing her chin "Please, yes!" She said, snapping her fingers. Her gaze was drawn to me. "Listen, I know it's really hard on you. But if you accept this, it will not just get your father out of this debt. Life would be easier for you. Do you know what it means to get married to a well-known billionaire? That's a lot of fame. Mabel, your life would change for the better. You'll be free to do what you want, get what you wish for."

I signed where indicated. And then it was done. I stood on the steps of the Ministry of Marriage in a dress I had chosen myself, holding a certificate with both our names on it, trying to locate the feeling I was supposed to have in this moment. I'm married. I am Mrs. Hills. I am married to the richest, most aggravating, most complicated man in this city, and I did it for my mother's debt and to cover up two one-night stands, and this is my life now.

"It wasn't meant to be like that, of course, we were going to tell you, we just wanted to know you first. We wanted a chance with you Millie we had to get to know you first." Millie nodded, she could understand that, but they would talk about that later. "Just tell me about this woman," she snapped feeling as angry as he was. "Her father runs newspapers, that's why this is not common knowledge he kept it out of them. He had her down to marry some aristocratic halfwit with no money, she was going to marry him for his title, and her money was going to bail him out. Instead, she went to Las Vegas with Gabriel and got married secretly. Her father had a stroke when he found out."

His hoarse whisper chilled her spine, "What do you want, Mr. Hamilton?" "You." The sharp and curt reply pierced her being like a thousand daggers. All the strength she had within herself washed down the drain and she just stood there, shocked to the core. "I mean, don't think too much, sweetheart. You are just a petty personal assistant. Don't think you can lure a rich man like me," He winked and she wanted to vomit. "but, I do need to get married to a good and decent girl if I want to take over that company."