Marrying A Trillionaire Novels & Stories

I asked, my eyes darting between my father, mother, and sister, trying to understand what they were talking about. "The man your sister was supposed to marry, you will be marrying instead," my mother said. I looked between my father and mother, searching for any sign of a joke, but they were very serious, and it scared me. They wanted me to marry that man? That evil man? I had heard plenty about Tristan Hernandez—a ruthless billionaire with a criminal background who had managed to avoid arrest thanks to his connections and an army of top-notch lawyers. "You want me to marry Tristan Hernandez? Are you joking?" I asked, struggling to make sense of their words. None of it seemed real.

My jaw dropped. He's not a broke Billionaire. At this rate, he's a trillionaire! I just stepped into a beautiful world filled with lies with my trillionaire.

“What is this?” “A proposal,” he said. “A solution. My father’s will contains a clause that requires me to be married within the year to maintain certain corporate protections. I need a wife—under terms that protect my interests. You need payment for your brother’s surgery. I provide funds, you provide marriage for one year. No emotional entanglement. A formal, legal arrangement.” The room tilted in on itself. Elena felt disoriented as if the carpet had moved. “Are you—are you offering me money for marriage?” Her laugh sounded broken and incredulous. “That’s—cruel.”

He exclaimed. "Kk industries; owner. " He added. "Yes, you will live like a princess over there. They are thousand times richer. There family has well established reputation, which no one in entire state could match." "After listening to all this, do you still want to deny considering this marriage. " My mom asked bewildered, looking at me in doubt. "ofcourse, I am not going to marry a man for his riches, and what about my start-up, my dreams! " I questioned there intentions, however deep inside I was also shocked listening to all that. Why would a millionaire want to marry me, an ordinary girl.

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?

She admitted something must be wrong with my hormone but she had unconsciously drilled marriage to the least necessity. A hundred billion dollars would be what I would gain with the marriage and divorce as well as forty percent shares of Konstantin’s properties, a private house at a country of my choice and protection from the public if they wanted to use our divorce as profit. I could earn more than I could earn for the rest of my career for six to twelve months and all I had to do was look pretty, put on a ring and bear the last name of most sexy biracial man I have ever seen. It was a very tempting offer but if I accepted it, my father will not recognize my other accomplishment except I m

Even after being cursed with a million grief my heart can't stop thinking about him or loving him, like a blind soul, it loves him even after all the trials and grief it is put to due to all this. "See Selene there is the place, wherein Tristan and I would be standing hand in hand together, today I will be marrying the billionaire who is talk of the town, all the reporters,, media persons will be standing in front of us, surrounding us from all sides and clicking our pictures, light flashing everywhere, and I will become the talk of the town, everyone will get to know how Mrs Mariah Tristan Jael is now the wife the billionaire in the town. I will become the hot news on every page and podcast

natatawang tanong niya. "Uh, I mean why do you know him?" "Sino ba naman ang hindi makakakilala sa kanya, he is the living multi-billionaire of all time. He own many businesses and properties, such as villas, resorts, agendas, buildings, also in a whole asia he belong to a top wealthiest man in the industry" no doubt that a media came all the way here to meet that billionaires wife which is me, a fake bride. Napahilamos ako sa mukha ko dahil sa aking nalaman.

They had to go on business trips to visit their companies based in Europe. Triana realized the Chaudhary’s vast empire. If the situation between her and Devance were real, she’d be fortunate because she married the only son of one of the wealthiest men in the world. But money could never buy her happiness with Caleb. Triana missed him so badly, and most of the time, she’d daydream about her life in the Philippines with the man she loved.

Lucky shrieked as she slapped Cherokee's arm. "I signed a contract, a marriage contract with Beck, he's giving me money, and other things, when the contract is over he will give me twenty thousand," Cherokee stated as she started pacing around the small room they both shared. "A marriage contract?!" Lucky bellowed as she got up from the bed and walked over to Cherokee gripping her arms. "So this, isn't even real? Your relationship?" "Perhaps I can make it real," Cherokee wished as she made her way to her dresser to get the last of her clothing into her suitcase.