Runaway Billionaire Becomes My Groom Mga Nobela at Kwento

’ Oh, he's only marrying me because he wants to avoid getting married to Sabrina. But what about Garrett? it's finally time to let go of him. ‘umm, I have something to tell you.’ ‘okay go on.’ ‘I have a boyfriend-' ‘break up with him.’ Oh, that was fast. ‘here's the contract, I had drafted some things down, go through it and write the amount you want. I left that blank.’ The amount I want. I’m getting married to a billionaire. ‘Okay, sir.’ I stared at the piece of paper before me with a set of rules and regulations that we were expected to abide by.

“Don’t worry,babe. The bitch doesn’t suspect a thing.” I froze. “The wedding is next week,”he was saying. “Once we’re married, I find the money. I’ll wait six months, then leave her. She’s just the ladder. You and the kids get everything.” A woman’s voice, tinny and sad: “Bryan misses his daddy.” “Tell Bryan daddy is working hard for his future.” I didn’t scream. A cold, clear feeling took over. The love wasn’t just gone.It had never been real.

His family has old money like mine and his only use is connections and he knows it, using that to stay in social circles he really doesn’t belong or is wanted. “I have a few things to complete today so everything is set while I’m on my honeymoon next week.” I emphasize the word ‘honeymoon.’ “I will let Brandon know what your plans are and we will get a schedule set to train Miss Eyler into her father’s business when Lindsey and I return. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have been here longer than I planned.” I got up to hastily leave, my car should be here now, I discreetly ordered one while my grandfather and Dominique were talking about something completely unrelated and ridiculous.

And so, with a heavy heart and a voice that threatens to betray me, I utter the words that seal our fate. "I do." As the ring slips onto my finger, I can feel the weight of it settling like a shackle, binding me to a life that is not my own. And yet, amidst the sea of unfamiliar faces and the swell of emotions, I only look for one person. The elegant lady who sat with the groom’s parents, her expression was unreadable, but her gaze was sharp, reminding me of the terms of our agreement. It was because of her that I was now privileged to wear a gown that I never thought I would, and it was because of her that I was pulled into a world that was vastly different from the one I had known all my l

If only he hadn’t promised her that he would not disturb her again, he would have gone to ask her for more money. Going back on his former decision, he picked up his bottle of booze and took another large chug of it, then got up and turned on his small television, so that he could at least, have some sound in the room. He didn’t even bother watching it, but he soon heard a name that made his head jerk up. It was Tracy’s name, and the news that he was hearing shocked him more than he had thought that he could be shocked. Apparently, the guy whom she was getting married to – the same guy whom she had said was not rich, was a freaking billionaire.

she said, voice precise, measured. Freeda took it, The headline sprawled across a gossip site, over a glossy photo of Scott stepping from her building the night before: Billionaire Rival Baley Moves In as Rejected Bride Spirals. Winnie, leaning against the filing cabinet, let out a low, vicious laugh. “Spirals again. These people need a new vocabulary.” Kris reached for the page, lips flattening after a quick skim. “They made him look like a savior. You look like a mess.”

“I have no time for riddles. Shut the door on your way out,” I was prepared to return to work but then she spun around to face me, still smiling sinisterly. “You got her pregnant before me, and you thought to yourself that you didn’t need me around anymore. You suddenly ended your deal with my dad, and decided to end our relationship so as to marry that street girl, to clean up the mess of having a baby mama. You want to keep your reputation astounding, and be the perfect billionaire. The one with no drama. It’s either this or you’ve somehow managed to get a better business offer from whoever led you to her,”

"It's only a matter of time. You've gone soft, Mr. Pomeroy, and it shows in your investments." Byron shook his head in disbelief. "Now I've heard it all." "We could have been quite the power couple, you and I," Christine said, pointing a bright red fingernail at Byron, "but you chose an upstart little nobody instead. See how the tables will be turning." "You're right," Byron said to Emily, "we shouldn't be wasting our times with this nonsense." They walked away from Christine and her new billionaire beau. "What did he mean about taking over your territory?" Emily asked.

My chest tightens painfully as I stare at the screen, frozen, Derek and Anastasia are walking in first, and his hand is wrapped around her waist like it belongs there, like it has always belonged there and then I hear it. “Let’s welcome Mr. and Mrs. Addams in the building, the world’s youngest billionaire!” The words hit me like a slap. Mr. and Mrs. Mrs. My heart sinks even deeper as the reality settles in, sharp “Also, as a special guest, we will be having Mr. Daniel Victor Aiden, a renowned nutritionist, in the room with us!” The crowd erupts into applause, I let out a hollow, humorless breath, of course. Of course this is happening.