Runaway Billionaire Becomes My Groom 소설 & 이야기

he said, his tone cold, like it was an order and not an invitation. I blinked. Going out? With him? I couldn’t even remember the last time he had taken me anywhere. “Where… where are we going?” I asked carefully. “There’s a contract I want to sign with Wilson’s group,” he replied flatly. “They require me to bring my… wife and our wedding certificate before they finalize it.” Wilson Group is one of the biggest companies in the world and it takes the grace of God to get a contract with them. Oh, this is the reason.

The Billionaire Cheated Bride (Broken series book 2) by Diana Wolfe Elizabeth T. Sharma, a bastard of the rich and famous but bankrupt Carrington family was left with no other option but to marry one of the most wealthiest bachelor in America to save her late mother's foundation. She would never in a millions years imagine that her so called enemy turn fiancé would be a gorgeous mix blood with chiselled Greek feature and dimples to die for. Too bad his personality sucks.

I clarified defensively. "And you kissed him right back?" I hesitated, the memory of his hands rushing over me. "Yes." Grace groaned audibly into the speaker. "Cleo, listen to me." "I know, I know." "No, I really don't think you do," Grace said, her tone shifting to genuine concern. "Billionaires don't do relationships like normal men. They don't just fall into feelings; they collect experiences. To a man in his position, people can easily become temporary assets until something newer comes along."

The stranger who was somehow going to make all her pain disappear. And it begins.... Raya Bridges stood in the midst of the large crowd completely frozen with a dinner tray in her hand. She was unsure of what to do or say. What was supposed to be just another day at work had gone very unexpectedly. “My dear, please consider my offer, marry my son Raphael.” Fredrick Renolds said again. “Uhm… Uhm… I… I” Raya stuttered. The whole scenario felt so surreal to her, she could not understand why Fredrick Renolds who happened to be the wealthiest man in West Hartford would want her as his daughter in-law.

"Marry you, pretend to love you, for money?" Hayes's smile crept up, slow and unnerving, sending shivers coursing through my veins. His eyes gleamed with a calculated intensity. "Think carefully, Bianca," he warned, his voice low and deliberate. "This is your only escape, your only chance to break free from the struggles that haunt you. Two hundred thousand dollars will erase your debts, secure your future." He paused, his gaze piercing mine. "In return, all I ask is that you wear my ring, bear my name, have a baby for me and play the part of my devoted wife for two short years. A small price to pay for financial freedom, don't you think?"

This was a new chapter of my life, this was my addiction to a billionaire, and I knew that it was just the beginning, but the ending would be worth it. In Tristian Ravenford's arms was my home, and with Liam, we were writing this new chapter, together and with one ink. When he kissed me, the crowd cheered, and I smiled happily in the hands of the billionaire I was addicted to and my lovely son. I was at home, this was home, and it was where I wanted to be. END.

“Victor made an offer of much more than the asking price.” Kayla put her head in her hands. “I need my trust fund. The guy I love …his parents won’t let him marry me without it.” “Okay. I’ll have Alex speak to your father,” I told her. “The past is the past. You and I will start over.” I reached for her hand, and we shook on a new beginning. “And you can tell your father that you are invited to my wedding,” I added. “Bring a plus one, and the reception is casual.”

My happiness knows no bounds as I pull off the ring and hand it over to a bodyguard. “No, the marriage will happen. In fact, it will take place here in next ten minutes as soon as the legal papers are ready.” He answers very calmly but its my turn to get surprised. “How? I mean where is the groom? You said that David backed off, right?” I look at him cluelessly. “Right, my dear daughter. David isn’t here but your future husband is here.” He says with a smirk and gestures his new driver to come forward. “Meet your groom, Blaze Hamilton. You ‘re going to marry him, Scarlett Angela Remirez.” He announces and I feel like the ground slipped from beneath my feet.

Maria POV: should I call you Mia Miller or Maria William? Standing in the airport, I was looking at the mobile app, sweating profusely in anxiety, “Oh no, why is the earliest flight to Mexico at 8 p.m.?” I was not going to Mexico for a vacation or business trip, but to escape from my husband! Two years ago, I, with a face similar to my sister Mia Miller, married the young master of a super-wealthy family in California, Charles Smith.

It was hungry and desperate and confused — like he was trying to remember what it felt like to want something. I kissed him back. One thing led to a coatroom. The coatroom led to his penthouse. His penthouse led to his bed, which was cold and white and big enough to lose yourself in. I lost myself in it. And in the morning, he was already gone. --- Present day The note was on the pillow. "Enjoyed the act. Name your price." Attached to it was a business card: Alexander Black, CEO, Black Industries. I'd seen that face on magazine covers. The youngest billionaire in New York. The man who fired his own father from the family company. The ghost who never smiled.