Novel & Cerita My Rich Fiance

“Just three months. Strictly business. No strings attached, no assumptions, no physical contact except when necessary.” “As you please,” he didn't flinch. He dropped his tablet, stood up, and walked towards the drawer right beside his desk, and pulled out a thick brown folder, which I assumed to be the contract. “Here’s it, go through and sign at the bottom corner. You'll receive monthly compensation, and when it's over, I'll fulfill my end of the bargain.” I collected and scanned through it. “This is insane,” I muttered. I can't believe I'm about to agree to be a fake fiancée. Not just to anyone but to a billionaire — one of the richest and most influential men in Ravelle.

“Couples shouldn’t fight. You’ve been dating Magnus for so long that everyone knows you’ll get married. Don’t be mad at little things!” Again, there was a hidden meaning to her words. She was trying to tell me that everyone knew Magnus and I were together. After eight years of being together with someone else, any man would be touchy about it. “Ina, Magnus and I aren’t married yet.” I forced out a fake smile. From my bag, I took out some cash. Ina gasped, and her eyes immediately lit up. “Look how generous my Rhiannon is! There’s got to be three thousand dollars here, I’m sure. I don’t need so much money while in the hospital!”

"That's wonderful. I don't care how much it costs. As long as he can restore it, I'll pay anything." My friend laughed mischievously. "He doesn't need the money. Restoration work is just a hobby for him. He's gorgeous too, six foot three and a total heartthrob. Want me to introduce you? He's way better than that scumbag Grayson Thatcher." I gently declined. My friend grew anxious. "You're not seriously going to marry that bastard, are you? Everyone in our circle knows about all the awful things he's done. Don't be stupid and throw yourself into that pit of fire."

Talk about motivation and losing some fats. I heaved a sigh of relief when I saw the door man greeting me ‘good Evening’ I winced at the gesture. I was only a daughter of a mayor back at home - a town as small as Ethan’s living room but here in New York, apparently I’m the fiance of the billionaire, future Mrs Knight,Wife of the heir of Knight corporation. I’m still getting used to the idea of being engaged to a rich man who also turned out to be extremely gorgeous with a green pool of eyes but What lies ahead of me, I wouldn't know, not yet.

And judging by the livid look on her face, when Ava looked up from her shoes, she wasn't happy. "Explain yourself!" Kim yelled, folding her arms as she eyed Ava intensely. Ava laughed nervously. "Would you relax? It's not like I got married or something-" "Relax?! You're engaged to the hottest man on the damn planet. And he's so freaking rich, he could buy our house a million times over!" Kim screeched. Ava's brow furrowed."Really?" She had known he was rich. But she just hadn't known how much. Ah, crap what had she gotten herself into?

Ronan Blackwell was wrapping his arm around some girl as they stepped out of the hotel elevator. I was sitting right there on the lobby couch, snacking on nuts. The second Ronan locked eyes with me, his face went paler than a three-day-old corpse. The girl in his arms reacted first, shoving him away with a sharp gasp. "Miss West, wait, it's not what it looks like!" she squeaked. I rubbed my forehead. "Alright, drop the act. You're practically bursting at the seams trying not to laugh." Honestly, it wasn't just her. I was barely holding back a massive grin myself. Ronan getting caught red-handed cheating meant I was walking away with ten percent of the family company stock. Jackpot.

I don't refuse, anyway, the cocktail here is pretty good, if I drink one, I won't get drunk. "Oh, there's also an article that says I'm your rumored boyfriend? Don't people know that you have a fiancé?" Frederick looked a bit surprised. "Well, actually, we kept it a secret." "Can I ask why?" "...Ah, it's just a matter of family." Seeing that I didn't seem to want to talk about this, Frederick stopped asking. He talked about other things, his way of talking skillfully made it easy for me to open my heart and share with him a lot of things.

The hands on my lap regained strength, clenching as my heart skipped a bit. "That man and I will get married this year." Yeah. I know that. And actually, that ‘man’ is the father of my kid. Having those thoughts I cannot murmur loudly, I could feel cold sweats on my back and on my forehead. It will be better to keep quiet than have a slip of tongue. “Handsome, rich and kind. My fiancee is just like that.” Handsome? Eric is indeed handsome. Rich too. And kind? He was kind when we were in college. Right now, he lacks emotions.

"How dare he be! He doesn't know who I am! I'm Graham Peyton, the richest man in Nashville!" Impatient to hear Tom's father babble, Rachel grabbed her father's cell phone and shouted, "Just so you know, the man I'm going to marry. His name is Nicholas Anthony, and he's listed as the tenth-richest person in the United States by Forbes magazine! And one more thing you should know, I'm not for sale!" she pressed the red button on her father's cell phone, her chest heaving with satisfaction. She turned to Nicholas and found him smiling at her. Whether it was a mocking smile or something, it was clear that that day she was very grateful to him. At least she didn't have to marry Tom Peyton the lol

"I have another complications, sweetheart." "You mean a fiance?" I asked, not meeting his gaze and he lifted my chin slowly. "Look at me, Hazel." And I did. I met his deep blue gaze and swallowed hard, waiting for him to talk before i could get lost in them. "Mallory is my fiance only as a business deal. She means nothing to me. Just a month, baby." Mallory! So that's her name. "Is she prettier than me?" I asked, feeling low and insecure as I knew a woman of wealth would definitely look good.