Novel & Cerita Marrying The Billionaire Brothers

he cut me off before I could finish. “The only choice you have right now,” he said, voice calm but firm, “is to marry me—since you didn’t come with the money to clear your family’s debts.” I swallowed hard, my throat dry. “It’s simple. Marry me for one year. That’s the deal. Want your mother out of jail? Want your father in a proper home instead of a cell? This is how.” My heart sank. “You can’t be serious,” I whispered. “I am.” He met my eyes, unflinching. “I’m not begging. I’m offering you a favor. You’re not who I wanted—just what’s left. I need a wife to save my empire, and you’re the only option.”

there's no way I'd let Michael and Freya enjoy them; no way! Freya's POV [Billionaire Michael Smith set to marry promised bride from decades ago] I kept reading the headline news, and this happened to be the fifth time. I told myself I was going to be strong; I wouldn't break down. I couldn't believe that amidst everything that's happening, he's getting married. He even appeared on TV while awaiting trial; how could he be so cruel?

"This is a crazy ass idea" "The choice is yours, if you agree, we'll get your sister booked up for a surgery between today and tomorrow morning and then we go see my parents. Pretend that we're in love and all , tell them we're getting married next week. I get the company, I keep you around cuz you're with my child and then immediately after childbirth we divorce", he stated. I nodded. "Okay", I said. "You're down for it?". Live with a rich billionaire for 7 months, my sister gets surgery, I get profit at the end of all of this and still get a job? even if he was a serial killer I don't give a fuck I'd accept regardless.

What if I showed you how to eliminate all of your financial troubles in a single stroke? My grip tightened on the phone. “What are you talking about?” “A contract,” he said. One that carries with it full payment of your mother's medical debt, plus bonuses. The only catch is that it involves more than therapy.” I frowned, suspicion rising. “What’s the catch?” Something was up. “You’d have to marry Ethan.” The words hit me like a freight train. For a moment, I was sure I’d misheard. “I’m sorry, what?” Then I threw my head back and laughed. This was a joke.

One of the men present was my lawyer, he has the legal papers,and I guess the other man was the bride's relative. I am Wilfred Donaldson,the said broke Billionaire who is at the verge of bankruptcy. I am getting married to save the face of my company. I don't need to be told, but I knew I always have this cold look which has kept people away from me. I looked down at my watch, the time was past 8, yet the bride wasn't here. Could she be the type to always look lavish and dolled up? As dangerous thoughts crossed my mind, the door was pushed open. There was no need for me to take a glance before I knew she had arrived.

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.

“You say that like it’s a surprise.” Leila glared at him. “Let’s go over this again.” He gestured for her to continue, as if humoring her. She gritted her teeth. “Six months. We stay married for six months, and in exchange, my brother is left alone. No harm, no threats, no blackmail.” Adrian nodded. “Correct.” She continued. “We live together.” “Yes.” She inhaled slowly, forcing herself to keep reading. “There will be public appearances. Events. Interviews.” She looked up. “You expect me to play the role of the devoted wife?”

"Let's get married." I looked down at the folder in front of me and it says Marriage Agreement. My hands trembled as I flipped through it. It contained legal terms, conditions, clauses about finances and property. This wasn't a proposal, this was a business transaction. "Why?" I managed to ask, my voice barely steady. "Why would you want to marry me?" He gestured to my phone lying on the table. "You saw the article and the photo. It's already making headlines. My family is furious, my business partners are questioning my judgment, and the board is using this as ammunition against me."

"Oh, this is going to be fun." "No one." Daniel's words came out hard and final. "No one treats our family like that and walks away intact." Alexander stood up and walked to his desk. He pulled out some papers and signed them quickly, then handed them to me. "These are share transfers. You now own forty percent of Morrison Holdings. You're a billionaire, Isabella. You have your own money, your own power. You never have to depend on anyone again." I stared at the papers with numbers that didn't seem real – billions, with a B. I was worth more than Marcus and his entire family combined.

she herself had no answer to that, she didn't have time for whatever they wanted, marriage and love was not even in her accord. "The Harts family is a broad family, they are quite expanded and they all fight for their wealth and power" Martha waited to see their reaction then she continued. "Their young master are only Jeremy Hart, CEO of GameInc, Barton Hart, CEO of construction site and lastly Jason Hart, CEO of Gallary" Martha continued. "And all of them has set up the ball to choose their prominent brides, so I pray one of you get the title" Martha continued suggesting. "Wait! Wait a minute! Did I just hear Jason Hart, like Jason of Jason?" Cheyanne started feeling uneasy as she let it o