Marrying A Millionaire Novels & Stories

“You’re maybe thirty-one at most, and you’re one of the most handsome and charming bachelors in the country. You’re a long way from ancient.” “You think I’m handsome and charming?” Now he was getting somewhere. She rolled her eyes and smirked. “I’m not the only one.” “But you’re the only one I’m asking to marry me. I’ve made my billions. Now, I want to make a family.” Her eyes widened and she edged back, pulling her hand away in the process. “Easy, tiger. You just jumped from marriage to babies in sixty seconds flat. Don’t you think we should take some time to talk this through?”

That's the first thing he said when I went to hug him. Well, you're right on that one. "He fucking flied me here in a private jet! Shit, five months in New York and you're already scoring a multi-millionaire?" I just laughed at that as he kept telling me about his experience. I'm sure he's gonna smack me if he knows I'll only be married for one month then I'll be saying bye-bye to my multimillionaire husband. It's okay, you'll be a millionaire divorcee by then, even if you just signed the prenup two hours ago that says you won't get a cent if the marriage dissolves, aside from the one million dowry.

He asked, and I nodded. "Apparently, her father married a second wife after Aunt Claire had died. It turned out that her stepmother had masterminded Mila's arranged marriage to an American billionaire; MacCarter Spencer." "Arranged marriages are quite normal for the elite. It's a way of strengthening the power and wealth of the two families involved. The Russo family isn't a stranger to arranged marriages, so it's really not so bad."

"An a-arranged marriage? Wow, I-I didn't think you were serious about that..." I glance down at her while we walk. "You didn't?" "No, I thought that thing only happened in the movies..." "Nah, it's secretly common amongst the elite and rich people, and my parents are wealthy assholes. My dad is a billionaire. Anyway, my parents want to ensure a woman doesn't simply marry me for the money I'm inheriting, so they have found another wealthy person to be my wife." "I see..." Silence. "And I take it you don't want to marry her?"

Her mother advised. “You will be a wife to such a young millionaire.” Her siblings said to her and so as not to become the black sheep of the family, she agreed; at least she was silent through it all and the silence was counted as an approval and the marriage was planned. The marriage was a large society wedding and none of the about to be couple have a say in the way the marriage ceremony was planned. It was a dream come true for the family. The khitbah was not properly done, none of the young couple have any questions for themselves and those they didn’t see each other. They are children to family friends and both are from a good home, that was all.

"Holy shit!" She gasped, turning the screen toward me, where the announcement post was going viral on I*******m: “SOCIALITE, ARTIST AND MODEL CHARLOTTE MILLER ALL SET TO MARRY XEROS MARTINEZ: A BILLIONAIRE WITH A DARK PAST.” “What… how is this possible?” He was the scary, infamous heir of the Marinez Empire, who was rumoured to handle all their illegal dealings. How had the Millers agreed on this arrangement?

I had to be strong. Unconsciously, I replayed the offer again. Marry a man I barely know. Live together as husband and wife for fourteen months. No emotion. No attachment. Just appearance. How could I manage that? But the amount was enormous. Millions of dollars. I could clear my parents’ debts, pay my sister’s medical bills, maybe even take her out of the hospital. I could start fresh build my own business. But at what cost? I knew the world of wealthy men was entirely different. Could I adapt? Could I survive? Could I keep my independence or would I become a pawn in a twisted game?

Married for A Million Dollars . Chapter 4: far from Ariana’s ideal type. . “No. I can’t.” She shakes her head. “I can’t marry you. Even for A Million Dollars.” And although she would do anything to oblige her good friend’s wishes, a million dollars is a luxury that a poor person like her couldn't even afford to even think about. “No?” Williams repeats faintly. He narrows his eyes. “I wouldn’t refuse it just like that, Gillies. A million dollars is a shit ton of money that I know you’re in desperate need of.”

"I never had a choice, if you were in my shoes there is nothing you can do, my father got into a stupid deal with Michael Kent and I was forced to marry his son and here I am married to a person I have no feelings for" "Wait, wait, did you just say Michael Kent? does that in any way means you are married to Bill kent the most eligible bachelor in New York? Avery asked with a loud voice. "Yes am married to Bill kent what is so special? Nelly asked and rolled her eyeball. "Oh my world, Nelly you are married to Bill Kent the youngest billionaire in the whole of New York, you are so lucky, gosh I envy you, Avery said to Nelly raising her voice.

"You don't just 'one thing led to another' your way into marrying a billionaire! I thought he was just some average rich person." "I kind of did." She groans. "Okay, so why did he marry you?" I freeze. I can't tell her the truth, and even if I could, where would I even begin? Oh, he's not just a billionaire, he's also a lycan. You know the dangerous species that we thought didn't exist? And this marriage is part of some hidden power struggle I barely understand? Yeah, that would go over well. "I don't know," I lie.