Marrying The Supposed Gold Digger Novels & Stories

She was getting married to Adrain Knight, billionaire heir, the notorious playboy and narcissistic sociopath. He was one of the richest and most eligible bachelors in the country and now the blogs are calling her “the gold digger of the century” for snatching him off the market regardless of the fact that she is way below his league. The hate on her on social media was so strong, her phone has been left off for days now. Here she was getting married to a sociopath and a menace to the society and she was the one being hated on. “OMG, you look so beautiful sis!” Her sister screamed bringing her out of her bed of thoughts.

She put on her best innocent and hurt voice and managed to produce some tears, her voice wobbling as she talked. “I swear I’m not a gold digger or whatever else you think I am. I don’t know what came over me that made me try to seduce you. I was just feeling very down because I had a feeling that I had made a terrible mistake by marrying Gerald so quickly. He was not showing me enough attention and I felt so lonely in the marriage. What sort of newly married man is content to leave his wife alone for weeks at a time? I was just feeling lonely and what I did was horrible, but how about we just forget it and move on?”

“Or maybe he just didn’t like you. Or maybe it was so clear you were just after the status and the money you know, a gold digger.” Tess scoffed, “And you think you’re any better?” She took a step forward, closing the space between them even more. “Tell me, you married him just because you love him and not because of what he can do for you?” Claire paused for a moment before answering. “You’re right,” she said with a shrug. “I didn’t marry him because I’m in love with him. I mean, let’s be honest he’s not that lovely for me to be crazy about him. So yes, I planned everything out for him to fall in love with me and marry me. I guess that makes me a successful gold digger, unlike you.”

And now on mother earth she dared to say 'I Don't Want Anything. I controlled my inner beast which was in rage 'Then what do you want you GOLD DIGGER?' She gasped hearing me calling her Gold Digger. But alas! She is the one. 'I AM NOT A GOLD DIGGER.' Her loud angry voice bloomed inside the room. Siddharth was stunned listening to her yelling. Even though they had small encounter he always heard her speaking very softly. And noe he cared less about her 'YES YOU ARE. THAT'S WHY YOU MARRY ME. YOUR PARENTS TRICKED MY NAIVE MOTHER AND THREW A BURDEN LIKE YOU ON MY SHOULDER. JUST SIGN THE PAPERS AND TAKE THE MONEY FOR WHICH YOU MARRIED ME.'

"So, that was my impression of you then but when I saw you have such fun with your friends, I was surprised. Trent was with me. So I commented about this to him. And he said that you were out on your hunt." "My hunt?" I was not shocked to hear those words from someone like Trent and I did not expect my husband to make it stink any less. "That you were a gold-digger and would jump my bones if you had a chance because I was rich." He said it in one breath as if he would die if he said it any slower. I glowered at him but more than that, I was so embarrassed because I had jumped his bones that night and ended up marrying him because of it too.

One marital argument and she was done? Gold digger. Of course, that marriage was doomed to fail. What did a social climbing wh*re know about the grace of being a wife?

Kendall I stared down at the ring on my finger and took a deep breath. My lips are sore from biting them continuously. This is it. I have to do this. Getting married into a rich family was my only option. Call me a gold digger if you like, but you wouldn’t understand even if I tried to explain. Marrying a man with money is my only way out. It’s my family’s only way out. When I was a little girl, I always dreamed of this perfect wedding with the man of my dreams. I never thought I would end up like this. Marrying a man for his money. Something that I’m against is what I’m doing now.

On the way to our wedding, my fiancé got a hysterical call from his ex-wife. "Gavin, he's having another episode. He keeps crying for his daddy." This was the third time it happened. Each time we were about to get married, her son would have another psychosomatic episode. Gavin Grant looked at me hesitantly. I knew what he was thinking, so I nodded. "I'll get out. Go ahead." He clasped my hand gratefully. "I'm sorry, Vivian. I'll make it up to you." Before I could even steady myself, he was already telling the driver to turn around. Still in my wedding dress, I stood by the side of the road and hailed a cab. Then, my phone buzzed with a message from Gavin—he'd given me $100 million.

Married into a family that hated my guts. I could already see the headlines that would be splayed all over the Internet soon. Jacob Henderson was the darling of the press, their most eligible bachelor. They’d all be wondering why he announced an engagement so quickly, then they’d check my background, and they’d probably all arrive at the same conclusion – That I was a gold digger. I stormed away, towards the car that brought me, before my sobbing would get worse and I’ll end up a nervous wreck on my own wedding day.

I tried to hide the fact of how hurt I was, but my voice was on the verge of breaking. Delilah doesn't say anything for a moment. "Well, that...I was going to break up with you...I mean, with the man you pretended to be anyway." "But why? Because he had no money? Is that all you care about? I didn't take you as a gold digger, Delilah," I said sharply.