Novel & Cerita Marrying The Billionaire Brothers

"From the moment Boss Valerion saw you... He chose you. He picked you to marry his eldest son. Their heir, Kitty. Can you believe that?" I rolled my eyes. Honestly, I was starting to regret ever tagging along to my dad’s workplace. It belonged to a famous, ridiculously wealthy family, people so used to getting their way that even real-life decisions felt like business deals to them. Ever since that day, my life had started to spiral out of control. Things got messy. And apparently, Boss Valerion decided that I was good enough to become the wife of their heir. "And that’s why I’m asking you... Kitty, my daughter…" His voice softened as he looked at me, pleading. "Please, stop making yourself

i gave her a warm glance and she nods, tapping my shoulder lightly. I was ready to shed my sorrows. I’d sulked too long, crying over George, craving closure, feeling betrayed by my parents. Now I had a whole year to myself: just a wife on paper, with fake smiles for the paparazzi. I might as well start enjoying it. Marrying a billionaire was something most people considered lucky. But in my case, it felt like a prison sentence. My heart still bled, and hatred burned in every fiber of me for the man I once dearly loved. Still, this billionaire was my ladder to the top.

The Martinez family was once prosperous, running a successful chain of boutique hotels across the East Coast. But poor investments and mounting debts had brought them to the brink of bankruptcy. Roberto Martinez's only salvation was a business merger with Blackwell Industries, sealed through an arranged marriage between his eldest daughter Victoria and the notoriously ruthless Alexander Blackwell. Elena Martinez had spent her entire life being compared to her stunning, confident older sister. While Victoria thrived in the spotlight, modeling, attending galas, collecting admirers, Elena found solace in art and teaching.

My mother had insisted on staying in Seattle until after the ceremony before flying to Switzerland, and seeing her in the front row weak but smiling, tears in her eyes almost broke me. This is for her, I reminded myself. Everything is for her. Then the music started, and everyone stood, and I walked down the aisle on my father's arm toward the man who would be my husband in a matter of minutes. Alexander stood at the altar in a perfectly tailored black tux, and when our eyes met, something passed between us. Understanding, maybe. Shared sacrifice. Or maybe just mutual acknowledgment of the insanity we were both agreeing to. He looked nervous, I realized. Alexander Knight, billionaire CEO who

I had forgotten how impatient he can be, I better get to the point "So what I am saying in conclusion is that for the past two years, Grandma and my Dad had been bugging me about getting married and all that, and I had turned a deaf ear to them because I was not interested in any marriage, but just a few months ago, Grandma made this threatening decision, that if I don't intend to get married in a certain period of time, I will have to step down as the acting CEO of Liv Luxe,” "So that means I never heard it wrong, Mia was right, so you're saying you had to marry him under duress, is that correct?" He asked.

Savannah murmured as she covered the space between her and Payton who was already on her feet. “Anna,” Payton rushed into her friend’s embrace and then sniffed. “No, you’re not going to ruin your make-up, baby girl. Today is a good day,” she murmured in her ear. “Good day, my ass,” Payton hissed and broke the hug gently. “What? You are getting married today… and to the hottest billionaire at that! It is a good day, my friend!” “Oh, shut the fuck up, you don’t know the story!” She hissed.

I watched them-my heart aching at the thought of my sister walking towards a future that neither of us had chosen-and then turned and took the other entrance. --- The minister spoke from the altar, his voice carrying across the hall as he droned on and on about marriage's sanctity, heavenly bonds, and vows. I stood right behind Caila, making myself focus on anything but that knot of unease which was building in my stomach. Caila, in a flowy white robe, glowed with a nimbus as her trembling hands clutched her bouquet tightly. Jace Sharpe stood opposite her, tall, broad-shouldered, and every inch the untouchable billionaire-impeccably fitted within a tailored black suit like a second skin. His

Every medical word should make me feel calm, but my mind is still crowded. By the weekend, Maya and I attend her cousin's wedding. It's on a boat. Not just any boat. A massive, shining, expensive white boat floating proudly on the water like a small kingdom. During the reception we wander around, smiling at strangers and listening to family stories. Everyone keeps talking about the bride and groom. Apparently Maya's cousin is marrying an Arabian billionaire who owns a winery in New York City. The whole event is dripping with money and elegance. Once upon a time, I used to belong in rooms like this. I used to be married to a billionaire too. A man who adored me. At least until his childhood b

"It's already done. The debt is too high. My dad found a benefactor to pay for Mom's treatments." "Well, that's great news, right?" He frowned, totally confused by why I was crying. "Why are you crying if your mom is getting saved?" "Because the benefactor is Lucien Knight." Jason froze. The relief on his face twisted into something ugly and sharp. "What did you just say?" "Lucien, your cousin," I repeated, my voice barely a whisper. "He's paying for everything. But he made my dad sign a contract. I have to marry him, Jason."

"Then that's your answer, isn't it." Noah took the news with characteristic bluntness when Layla explained it to him that evening, his eyebrows shooting up so high they nearly disappeared into his hairline. "You're going to marry a billionaire." "Possibly. If I decide to say yes." "Noah Bennett, brother in law to a billionaire." He said it with such obvious relish that Layla couldn't help but laugh, some of the tension in her chest easing slightly at his enthusiasm. "Does this mean I get to stop mowing lawns?"