Marrying A Trillionaire Novels & Stories

"A new private jet, wow, I should have known, I forgot you are a billionaire, how did I not know my husband is so fucking rich and influential? Wow, I sometimes forget how wealthy you are, so much money, I married rich, not a lot of people can relate. She talked on, at this rate she was sure Rafael might be rethinking his decision to marry her or even to go on this trip but she couldn't stop chit chatting. "Almost a trillionaire, just a few more loads and good deal and I will enter that league, so better get used to it, and also the attention that I plan on giving you," He said proudly. "Yes, sir, I am looking further to it," "Why do you keep saying, sir?" "It's fun,"

She shrugged her shoulders making Sana’s eyes go wide. “Bitch? He is one of the most eligible bachelors in LA. His grandfather owns the biggest chain in the hotel industry in the state. He is listed second in the top ten youngest billionaires list. Here. He is surrounded by paparazzi. Oh my God, he looks yummy too. You just hit a jackpot.” She was jumping excitedly up and down while looking still shocked. Her heart skipped a beat. She had never really thought of it that way. Marrying a billionaire meant she would be in the eyes of the media. Her eyes widened.

Are you talking about that rich billionaire that appears on the press and TV? I nod positively and sank further into the seat. "That's him" I mutter dryly. "Hunter the successful billionaire marries a girl who doesn't even know where she comes from. Well that can be a very, very interesting headline for the media they'd probably take it as a joke." "Well don't Ms..." "Ummm it's Adrianna Young" I mutter softly. "Yes look Adrianna don't be discouraged, because of his status keep in mind that every man has a weakness you my dear might be just his. So you're running away because you think you aren't wealthy enough to be with him?

I look at Henry and I think the realization of what he has said to her is finally sinking in. “By the way, Henry. In the span of a year and a few weeks, I got married to a man I thought he hated me and yes, I did marry him for money because in case you forgot, my parents refused to fund my company and I was okay with it. I was in an explosion and I almost lost my life. A woman came out of nowhere and said that she was carrying my husband’s baby. The man I was falling for!

"What do you want, Neil? A course in Chaiseland, and you studied till you lost your mind?" Speaking of which, Shane suddenly thought of something… "Neil Harris!" he yelled with bulging eyes. "That fiancee of yours, it's not true, is it?" There was a change of expression on Neil's face as he stayed silent. "It's real!?" Shane was frantic. This could not be… The man was at the peak of his career and popularity. There was also a bright future ahead of him. How could he get married at this prime time!? He had also heard that the girl had nothing except a pretty face. She had never gone to school, had no powerful family to back her up, and didn't even have an ID!

She casually revealed. I squealed in my clothes. She's the daughter of a billionaire. TRA is one of the biggest companies globally. I remember when we had to do a project about what makes them so successful. Rehan sure married a gold mine. "...my marriage sealed a deal with the Morgan family. Although it's arranged, Rehan and I have been dating way before our families had an interest in creating an alliance." She added. Wow, she's sharing a lot of information. "You're lucky, Lena. You both are blessed, I must say." Color me impressed. They're both better than what Denzel and I are playing at.

"He is the man I am going to marry! He is a romantic, powerful billionaire, and you're just jealous because you're nothing but a club owner and I am marrying a rich man like him! You've always wanted to see me lose!" "You total idiot," I spat, my voice dropping an octave as I looked down at her. "If only you knew what this man did to build his luxury conglomerate. If you had an ounce of intelligence in that head of yours, you wouldn't be promising your life to him. You're walking directly into a slaughterhouse, Maeve." "You're lying! You're just trying to destroy my family's standing!"

“And this has to do with me?” “I want you to marry me.” The café seemed to tilt. She laughed. Loudly. “That’s insane.” He reached into his coat and placed a folded document on the table. A check. Her laughter died. The amount made her dizzy. Half a million dollars. “I’ll cover your mother’s medical bills,” he said. “All of them. Immediately. The rest is yours.” Her hands trembled. “You don’t even know me.” “I don’t need to.” “That’s supposed to convince me?”

And he had taken it, spent it, erased it like it meant nothing. "The lawyer's appointment on Monday is cancelled," he continued. "I took care of it this afternoon." This afternoon. While I was serving champagne at Cassie's party, he was destroying my escape route. "However," he said, pulling a folder from his desk drawer, "if you agree to this marriage, I'll give you something better than that trust fund. I'll give you three million dollars." The number hung in the air between us.