Marrying The Supposed Gold Digger Novels & Stories

"For how long will you try to punish me Cara? I'm sincerely sorry about how I treated you, if I could take back time, I would treat you like the princess that you are. Just give me one more chance to prove it to you." He laid on the bed for as long as he could, his ringing tone dragged him out of his reverie and he slowly picked it up. The caller ID showed GOLD-DIGGER, that was what he saved Cynthia's name with. The only reasonable explanation coming to his head about her wanting to marry him forcefully was because of his money and his father's money. There was no way he was bringing her there or to any of his mansions. He never wanted to soil Cara's memories in the house not at least by a f

That night, I was trending on social media again. [Gold Digger Loses Her Prize, Lashes Out at Sugar Daddy] Sitting at my desk, I pressed play on the viral video. Every wolf in the pack must’ve watched it by now. [The Saddest Alpha: Forced to Marry by a Gold Digger, Loses His Wedding Trying to Fulfill His Dying Love’s Last Wish] [Heartless She-Wolf Pressures Terminally Ill Partner to Die, Extorts Over 13 Million from Alpha Micheal]

Her husband looked increasingly angry to see that the password was not false and Eve was able to get into her accout’s application. “You are indeed a fraud. I should have trusted Shirley, who has been my friend for a long time, more than a cheap woman from the outskirts of the market like you," “Dude, please believe me!” Eve seemed to beg by falling down and hugging one of her husband's legs. “I will divorce you immediately. I've already met a lot of women like you out there, A Gold Digger!” said Eve's husband as he forcibly pulled his cell phone which was in Eve's hand, then left the crying woman who seemed to be sitting limp on the floor.

She had always been there for me, offering a listening ear and a shoulder to cry on whenever I needed it. My mom and dad were separated, each of them with their new partner. Mariella shifted on the couch, crossing her arms tightly over her chest. Her jaw was set, and her gaze was fixed on the ground, clearly unhappy that her plan had backfired. Despite her attempt to maintain her composure, her discomfort was palpable. "Regardless, Nicole here is a gold digger," Mariella sneered, her voice laced with bitterness. “She only wants to be with Marcus for his money. Isn't that why she agreed to the contract in the first place? What sane person would want to marry a stranger all because of money? I

“But police officer, please lend me your ears. That is the reason I mustn’t be here for too long. I must return to my husband this minute so I could control him from hurting yet another person. Besides, my husband is mentally deranged…” “You keep shut!” he snapped, You gold digger!” he cursed me. I raised a furrowed, offensive brow. “Am I a gold digger?” I asked in tears. My heart skipped speedily, and I had regret engulf my body. “Oh yes, you are agreed to a contract marriage with the billionaire’s mad son because of the wealth you stand to gain, yet you can’t stand up to your duties as a contract wife …” I managed to cut in, “Why would you think that of me? Why would you call me a gold dig

She cackled, her eyes glowing with mischief as she turned her head to me. I shook my head, took a sip of my coffee, and fixed my eyes back on her. “You do know that you would only attract broke men and in the worst circumstances…” I tilted my head to the side, closing my coffee lid. “Gold Diggers!” She placed a hand on her chest, her voice barely above a whisper as it dripped with hurt. “Are you trying to say that the likes of Cole McCormick, Ramsey Morgan, and Kian Cooper wouldn't be impressed?”

He said. "In fact, let me set my rules straight." He said, looking above my head while I looked on the ground. "Don't look at my face. Don't even try to talk to me unless I ask you a question or when the issue is relevant. Whatever happens here stays here. Don't even try to seduce me understand You're lucky I'm not easily seduced. Don't even try it... gold digger." He concluded, calling me gold digger. Gold fucking digger.

He paused and turned back to me with a smirk on his face. "You are eating off of me. You agreed to this marriage because of money didn't you?" his voice was like venom tearing into my flesh and straight to my heart. I shook my head rapidly and fought back the tears that threatened me. "You wanted money, your family's life changed after you married me. You can literally sit with the number one citizen of this country because of my name that you bare all in the name of your marriage to me. How can you possibly be a victim when you are a gold digger willing to steal someone's Identity to be rich" he spat and turned around. Then the tears poured and my heart ached at the heaviness and bluntness

I would have kept my feelings to myself and moved on, but I could not move on because he was the only person that was readily available to marry me and render financial assistance. “It’s not what you think.” I countered in an attempt to defend myself, he was wrong about me. I was not as he was seeing me. “Not what I think?” A dry laugh escaped from his throat. “It’s what your gender will always say when they have been caught in the act, but then you don’t actually have any other thing to say. I thought you were smart, even though a gold digger, but you’re just as lame as every other gold digger out there.”

He agreed because he cared about his reputation more than he ever cared about my heart. “Never knew there was this side of you,” Maxwell said after the lawyer left, dropping the pen in front of me like it disgusted him. His lip curled as he looked at me. “I never expected you to be a gold digger.” Gold digger. That word nearly made me laugh, but my chest felt too heavy for laughter. I didn’t even have the strength to argue with him because I had spent too many years arguing for a marriage he was already destroying behind my back.