Marrying The Supposed Gold Digger Novels & Stories

Jace's frustration peaked as he snapped, "I won't let you ruin my life. I didn't sign up for this, and I won't have a conniving gold digger as my wife. Stay away from me, Marvis." As Marvis retreated, she could feel the eyes of the Sullivan family watching, their judgment palpable. The revelation of her forced marriage had cast her as an unwelcome intruder in the Sullivan mansion. Days turned into weeks, and Marvis navigated her new life with caution. Jace's disdain lingered, and she became an outsider in a world she never chose. Marvis, resilient yet vulnerable, sought solace in the quiet moments she spent alone. She grappled with the weight of being labeled a gold digger, a perception that

“Why should we get married to each other when we don't even know each other? What if I'm a gold digger and I end up taking all your money? Heck, you've not even seen me before." This has to be the craziest thing I've heard in a while, it's so sudden and also very crazy at the same time. “It's not crazy if you look at it from a brighter angle. And I know you can't be a gold digger, if you weren't a good person, Mr Lancaster wouldn't have handed over the company to you, unless of course, you're lying." I opened my mouth in disbelief, I don't think I've heard something as crazy as this in a while.

Not that I was trying to admire him. But his back view was... extremely sexy, to say the least. It was obvious that this man worked out. Even with nothing but a sleek black night robe on, I could clearly see the defined shape of his body. The way the fabric rested against his back and shoulders said everything about the strength he was hiding underneath. And then he snapped. “I’d rather marry a fuckíng gold digger than her! I wanted someone like Devillianna but you brought me a fuckíng hideous witch instead!”

She heard someone say and she raised her head to see a group of people from another department. “You bet,” another woman added. “I won't marry her, she was a stripper at a club, what is Mr. Aldine thinking?” A man said with disgust written all over his face. “News flash peasants, she would probably not marry you, you are not at her level,” Belle said from the other side of where they were standing, she moved closer to them. “Gold Digger my ass, that man is more than diamond, maybe, a mix of Cora sun drop diamond and Tanzanite, that man is a rare to find like a blue spinel,” Katie said in a duh tone.

I came to a halt in the middle of my sentence when Zuriel grabbed my arm and dragged me into the corner. I didn't say anything just watched him with wide eyes, sometime before he was behaving so gently with me and now suddenly, so rough What's the matter? I sneered at him. "I never thought that I would marry a gold digger." I frowned, didn't understand what he wants to say What the fuck are you, gold digger? Marriage My cheeks turned red and my eyebrows narrowed at him. "What are you doing here at the party? Please go to a mental hospital,"

In contrast, my mind was anything but calm. The headlines were everywhere. Photos from last night. Videos. Speculations. And the worst part? They were calling me a gold digger. According to them, I only married Asher because of his wealth. To them, I was nothing more than a poor woman who climbed her way up by clinging to a powerful man. I let out a quiet scoff. “I’m not even that poor,” I muttered under my breath, still scrolling. “I work. I eat three meals a day. What are these people even saying?”

I’m sure the look on her face will be enough for me to go over the edge and explode right now. I keep my eyes locked on the phone as I grind my teeth and hiss, “I will not give up my wife. Plus, she didn’t know who I was when we first met. It is me who has chased after her. It was me who insisted on getting married in Vegas. It has been me who has left no stone unturned in my hunt for her. She is by no way a gold digger. However, I know of someone who even showed up at my office making a scene and trying to meet with me. She hasn’t giving up on the idea of marrying me. Now, that is a classic sign of a true gold digger.” Venom drips from my words as anger surges through me.

I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to shut out the insidious whispers, but they continued to echo in my mind, gnawing at my already frayed nerves. The phone slipped from my grasp, landing with a dull thud on my lap. "No!" I cried out, my head shaking frantically. "It's not true. I didn't have a choice but to marry him, or he'd take them away from me. I didn't do it for his money. It's not true… is it? Maybe it's true, maybe I really am a gold digger. No, I love him, I really—"

And he never wanted to be in a relationship with any gold digger. But fate played well to meet him a gold digger. That girl dared to manipulate his father to ask him for marriage. She even manipulated him to make this kind of contract. Indeed she was a gold digger. She never contacted him after the marriage but lived a luxurious life in his villa. She must knew about the contract but kept him in the dark to get the properties. What did his father see in her? He was beyond furicious. Anger and hatred was piling up for that gold digger. He was angry back then on his father and certainly on that girl. So he chose to ignore the marital life and drowned himself into works.

I was running out of schemes to pull right away, this swept me off my feet, I never saw this coming at all, what am I going to do now? “Not at all, this is reality, you are so desperate Mariam and you remind me of my mother, you both are gold diggers, I know what you want, I know why you want me to love you, all other ladies want the same thing, my family wealth, but Gina is different, that’s why I love her.” I hit him hard on the face, how dare he call me a gold digger, he needed a woman like me and I know for sure he always loved me but that bitch took the chances while I was away, I am only taking back what is mine and that’s all.