Novel & Cerita My Rich Fiance

Someone he'd hate. And then it hit her. The perfect name. The one person whose existence Marcus resented more than anyone. "Damien Cross," she said clearly. "I've been sleeping with Damien Cross." The lie hung in the air, enormous and impossible to take back. Marcus's face went white, then red. "You….my uncle? You're saying you've been fucking my uncle?" Uncle. Right. She'd forgotten that detail in her panic. Damien Cross wasn't just her opposing counsel. He was Marcus's estranged uncle, the self-made billionaire the family pretended didn't exist because he'd embarrassed them by actually working for his money.

I want to see everything and every detail of the big day. I saw a picture of the couple kissing and I gasped for a second. "No way!" I cried, it is unbelievable to see that a woman who had refused marriage to an average rich man sometime ago is currently married to one of the richest billionaires in the state. I sat on the couch for a longer while, looking at the screen of my phone like a dummy. The power was returned but I had lost the appetite to watch my program.

Even though we only had a short conversation, Derrick’s mother came by. When my checkup was over, a man in black told me that the chairman’s wife wanted to see me. My mind went straight to all those scenes in the novels. Had a rich heir fallen in love with me? Was his mother showing up to make me her son’s contract bride? Was I about to marry into money? In reality, Derrick’s mother placed a bank card on the table. “There’s eight million in it. I want you to leave my son.” Just like that, my dream of being a rich girl fell apart.

I suggested, steering her toward the more expensive rings. “I don’t need anything like that,” she whispered. I leaned my head down close to her ear. “My fiancée would be expected to have something befitting my wealth. Please, don’t hold back. Choose something that you like.” She looked up at me, glaring. “Fine.” I could see how uncomfortable she was and was a little surprised. She was a wealthy woman, I knew that, but she was acting like she’d never spent a lot of money on anything.

he laughed. “I’m sorry to disappoint you, Mr. Santiago,” Rich said as he wrapped an arm around my waist, “but this lovely lady is my fiancée.” I was startled by his gesture. It was the first time he’d been this openly sweet in front of so many people. I wanted to move away, but I didn’t. I let him hold me and just smiled. “Oh-ho, Mr. Galvez, so you’re the one who captured the heart of this beautiful young lady! I thought you were only focused on business, but clearly, I’m behind on the news! Hahaha.”

“But not to watch your show.” Vivian’s smile faltered. “I will have company.” With my rich boyfriend.” She laughed out loud, the sound echoing in the corridor. “Rich? Boyfriend?” “He is a significant business executive in New York. Heir to a substantial fortune,” I continued to lie, feeling my stomach turn. I needed her to feel a minimum of doubt. “Really?” The lines on her face drew into pure incredulity. “I am anxious to meet him.” For a moment, Vivian stood still, frozen in front of me. She was trying to assimilate the idea that I could have something of value. Then, she turned her feet and walked away, taking the news to the campus.

His eyes widened. “Her father owed me money,” he continued quickly. “I threatened to involve the police, and then…” he paused, like he was trying to check how much he could reveal. My men played with his daggers again. “And then?” His hands started shaking. “The woman… the wife… she was the one who suggested it, she said the girl was available, and she could settle part of what he owed… I swear I didn’t plan it.” I tightened my jaw… so Mia was used to settling debt in her family?

She sighs and thinks, “Since when did I become a celebrity? These people seem to have nothing to do but gossip about other people.” The second top searched news was also about her and the Franks. The first news is written, “Alexia Rivas, a Divorcee is the Fiancée of the Richest and Youngest Billionaire in the country.” And the second one being, “Alexia Rivas, seen with the Billionaire Fiancé in front of Excellence Entertainment Center.” They arrive in front of the jewelry company and he is about to alight the car when she holds his hand and asks,

I said quickly and pulled him through the entrance of his building by the rim of his sleeve. I could feel his doubtful gaze on me, but I kept walking toward his apartment, pretending I didn't notice. We walked into the elevator, and I saw him frowning. "What?" I let out an irritated sigh. "I don't know," he said, "It's just that your story sounds quite unbelievable. That's all." He shrugged. I chuckled. "You are right. The truth is that I have recently become the contract fiancée of a very wealthy man. He was the one who gave me those clothes and assigned me a private chauffeur and a car."

Richard lamented as he cried out, but anything for his baby. So with a bleeding heart, he transferred the money to Rachel’s account and typed “done”. Harris, who was still working, was finally interested in what Richard was saying. He knew he was talking about Rachel, and then, his curiosity was immediately piqued. After all it was concerning Rachel. “What is it man? Harris asked. Richard stared at him with anger written on his face and replied to him, “Your fiancée is such a devil, jeez I can’t believe she’s my sister”.