Marrying A Trillionaire Novels & Stories

"Not only that, but your mother forced me to sign a prenuptial agreement. If we get a divorce, I'll be forced to compensate your family a billion dollars, no matter who's in the wrong. "I'm also forbidden from reclaiming Bastion Group's shares. Do you really want to marry me, Nathan, or do you just intend to steal my money from me?" Chaos immediately erupted among the guests below the stage. "Mr. Heaton crossed the line this time. Why is he raiding his wife's family's fortune?" "It's no wonder Tiffany chose to marry a driver's son instead of the heir of a prestigious family. Although her new husband can't give her any material luxuries, at the very least, his feelings for her are genuine."

Allan wrote out a cheque and threw it at Jessica. Eve who was listening tried to look up to meet Allan's eyes. Allan looked down with a look full of meaning, ' Next time don't let yourself be humiliated by others! You are my lover! My future fiancé! Allan Watson's fiancée-to-be! As long as I am breathing, no one will be able to insult you! Hold your head high! Don't be a weak woman!" Allan said while looking at Eve who looked surprised. Again everyone was shocked, it was like they hit the jackpot because this news came straight from the mouth of Allan Watson, one of the Billionaires in this country! The owner of the Watson Family which dominates almost the entire economy in this country.

In response, Stella scoffed, "Fine, I'll propose to him myself. You're utterly useless, relying on your friend for such a trivial task!" Since Patrick's resignation as Chairman, the Terry’s family had seemingly lost their status in the city elite circle overnight. Additionally, the marriage between Dickson and Amelia faced persistent delays. Stella and Amelia found themselves excluded from socialite gatherings. To regain their status among the wealthy elite, Amelia needed to marry into the Dickson family promptly. A successful marriage would undoubtedly alter the perception of the ladies in their social circle.

"I don't need sex, woman. I didn't marry my wife for my physical needs. I married her because I was mesmerized and enchanted the moment I laid my eyes on her…" I looked at her from head to foot. I can feel the people watching and listening to us and Agatha's face is showing too much embarrassment. "And you know what's funny? I didn't even feel disgusted that she lied to me. I am more disgusted knowing that my supposed wife is a dirty woman who's willing to f-ck anyone just for money," I added and shook my head. "Now, I'm glad you tricked me. I ended up marrying a woman of principles and dignity."

"Yeah I don't think it's that easy and which super-rich billionaire in this day and age is under pressure from their family to get married" "Belshar Nessar Abed is," she said and I jerked to an upright position. Julie cursed and sat upright too. "What! What!" She asked, her eyes darting around in alarm before they came back to me. "What the hell is wrong" "You just said Belshar" I choked out and she slowly nodded. "I know everyone thinks he's an evil Mafia killer, he probably is but he is also the only billionaire I know who is being pressed to get married... I guess it has to do with his mafia ties, have to continue the lineage"

The old man asked looking hurt and sounded by Dylan's words. "You are the one acting stubborn Grandpa. Ariel has a child for me, she is my responsibility. And I already married her before coming here too, you can't object to our union. I decide who I want to get married to, spend my life with, and also who I love too. Don't force it, Grandpa, it won't work out

Except she couldn’t afford to laugh when rent was three weeks late and her bank account was literally negative. “This is insane.” “It’s optional.” She looked down at the thick stack of documents. Fake marriage. To a billionaire. For money. Ava laughed nervously. "This is a joke, right? Like... a prank show?" "No cameras. No joke." "You want me to marry someone I've never met?" "Technically, you haven't just met him yet. But yes." Ava's heart pounded. Her instincts screamed run, but her logic whispered stay. Five thousand dollars was more than a number now. It was her dream, her future, her everything. But it was also her only real option.

She slid into the booth, eyes scanning iris's face. “Damn. That bad?” Iris nodded and took the second shot in one clean motion. “Worse. My dad wants me to marry Marx Danver.” Her words made Dina blinked, “wait, what? The CEO, Marc Danver?” Dina blinked again. “The same. Ruthless CEO of Babel & co tech industries.,” “ That build his empire behind the back of the weaklings.” “Exactly.” Dina leaned back folding her arm. “ And your dad thinks marrying you off to him will fix things?”

Marrying a billionaire is a way to discover the arrogance that deals with wealth TBC.

Predatory. Cross family insiders suggest the marriage may be less about love and more about financial survival. "She comes from nothing," says one source. "She worked as a paralegal making barely $40,000 a year. Now she's married to a man worth $4.2 billion. Do the math." There are photos. Me serving champagne at the charity gala six months ago. My family's old house with a foreclosure sign. Dad in his wheelchair. They've weaponized our suffering. "Mara?" Diana's voice pulls me back. "Are you still there?"