Runaway Billionaire Becomes My Groom Novels & Stories

It is a contract marriage and I am now a bought bride, in blood and wealth. Anesha Escarrá.

I inquired as he return my phone. “Why? Don’t you like to marry your handsome billionaire?”He uttered in his confident tone and slightly raising his two brows like he’s trying to say something that I can’t able to comprehend. “Seriously?” “Which church?” He stated then start the engine of the car. “You’re freaking mad! I don’t wanna get marry like this! I want to have a romantic, an expensive and luxurious wedding where the world can see me shinning brighter than I’m in the runway or in the camera. Gosh I wanted to-“

I smiled, straightened my dress, and walked off to find Liam’s family. I, Diana Clark, was never one to suffer in silence. The banquet hall was bustling with activity. Even though the groom hadn’t arrived, the guests continued mingling as if nothing was amiss. I scanned the room before dialing his number. “Liam has run away from the wedding. Your family owes me a groom. Find me one!” Across the room, I spotted him—dignified and composed, striding toward me with purpose. “Miss Clark.” “Mr. Hopkins, Liam left to chase after Sharon. I refuse to marry a two-faced man like him. Your family needs to make this right. Find me a new groom, and we’ll call it even.”

were the words and actions that made me clear my mother's hospital bills and other expenses at home before leaving them with an excuse – ‘I'm going to work for the money I got’. I got to the altar and my saliva dried up on its own on seeing the billionaire,throat sore god's had to wait for this very moment. He was looking so perfect in the expertly tailored suit on him and the pomade hairstyle allowed his cuteness to scream out itself. “You may now unveil your bride” the priest's words came, interrupting my thoughts and immediately, the billionaire raised my veil, allowing me to have a clearer view of his perfect looks. Our gazes locked for a while and I felt my heart skip a thousand beats a

" The boredom that had hit Devi, vanished instantly. Who doesn't want hundreds of billions of dollars just to conceive and give birth to a baby boy? Of course Devi will not waste this golden opportunity to be able to control all of Thomas' wealth. His soul mate immediately thrashed Thomas wiped his mouth with a tissue after he finished eating, then nodded briefly. Yes." "Did William give you any more money?" asked Grandma Nengah to the leader of the wedding organizer. "Quickly give it to me." Without further ado, the woman immediately gave Grandma Nengah a thick envelope. He didn't want to get into a fight with the great madam.

I took another step closer, “but I’ll drag your company through the mud. I’ll make sure everyone knows exactly what kind of man you are, how you treat your clients.” He flinched slightly at my words, but I didn’t stop. I couldn’t. I needed to say it. To remind myself as much as him. “I’m married to Ryan,” I spat out, my chest tightening at the name. “And that’s all that will ever be, Mr Rathore, you’re dead to me, you died the day I sent you those papers, we are nothing but strangers, I will never love you, so wake up from the fairytale you seem to be building in your head.”

Mocking. “Well, of course,” Ellie said lazily. “She’s already planned everything.” Kate stopped speaking. Ellie leaned back, crossing her legs slowly. “This was always the goal, wasn’t it honey ? The money. The comfort. The lifestyle.” Her gaze slid over Kate deliberately. “You wanted to be a billionaire’s wife so badly you schemed your way into his life. How desperate ” Kate didn’t react. She had learned long ago that silence hurt more than words. “All poor people are the same,” Ellie continued lightly. “They grab whatever opportunity they can even if it means stealing someone else’s life.”

The clash was too shocking and surprising. He raised his voice, but still controlled. “now Listen carefully. I’m giving you a choice.” He pulled out a business card from his pocket and slid it straightly across the counter. It felt cold. Heavy. “Marry me. Sign a contract. Fourteen months. You’ll be entitled to three million dollars. No feelings. No attachment. Power and total control only.” What! I blinked at the card again and again, as though it were some dead joke which can never come Alive.

Luca kept holding the Owner's hand and ran at full speed. Olwen held the skirt with one hand, the other hand was locked by Luca. Olwen had to work hard to keep pace with the leader. The high heels underfoot made it more difficult for Olwen to run. Not to mention behind them, are four bodyguards that Mr. Kent - Olwen's father ordered to chase them both. By all means, they must bring Olwen back. According to natural inertia. Olwen kept turning her head to look behind her to check. The two ran quite far from the wedding venue. For a moment, the people in black vests were nowhere to be seen. Perhaps they were slowed down in the back, due to an obstacle. Maybe someone has helped the couple escape

I had finished dinner, and was watching a show, when he came in. “I saw your messages,” he said as he walked into my room. He was still in his ash-coloured jacket and white shirt, his hair neatly combed back as if he had just left the house. A few strands lay across his forehead. He slid his hands into his pockets, his face unreadable as he strode toward me in slow, calculated steps. I still found it unbelievable that this billionaire was now my husband. “You’re welcome. I knew you’d love it. Besides, you now carry the Ellison name— you should look the part. They’re the sort of things you signed up for.” He sat beside me on the bed, close enough that I could smell him.