Runaway Billionaire Becomes My Groom นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“And Alexander? You should probably check your prenup. Section 14C (infidelity clause). Since you couldn’t keep your dick in your pants for twenty-four hours before our wedding, I now own fifty percent of Knight Corp.” A collective gasp sucked the oxygen from the cathedral. His face went white. “Isabella, what the hell are you...” I yanked my hand away before he could grab it. “Don’t touch me. I know everything. The bridal suite? Really, Alex? With Chloe? My best friend since college?” Someone screamed. A phone hit the floor. Flashes went wild. Alexander lunged for the mic. “This is insane! She’s lying,” I shoved him. Hard. Wedding dress and all, I shoved a six-foot-three billionaire so hard

I’ll bring my cousins. I snorted despite myself. My heart was still a mess, but leave it to them to pull out the drama. K: No, I swear. Today was literally the first time I’ve spoken to him. Malik: You expect us to believe you got snatched up at the altar like some N*****x special and you didn’t know him before? Zendaya: Exactly. Why would the billionaire bachelor suddenly decide marriage was the move, today of all days? Denise: Hold up. Is this a marriage or like… a temporary hostage arrangement?

“Tell me who he is and why he chose me as his wife.” She stood petrified in front of me, as if she didn’t know what to say, but I wouldn’t let her get away before she answered all my questions. “I don't understand why he chose you as his wife,” her voice came out shaky and slurred, “but Mr. Gregory is the heir to a multi-billion dollar empire. He needs a wife to take over the family business.” “Billionaire?” I whispered, and it was as if my strength went out like a balloon. ”I married a billionaire?”

He was insinuating what had gotten me here in the first place and although I was disgusted by this pregnancy, I could use some much needed attention. I silently get up and head to the bedroom. I hear him follow behind me and shut the door. At least there was one thing that occupied me. After my hatred-filled entanglement, I tell Francisco to take me to a nail salon. Once we arrive, I sit down and wait for my services when I see the news playing in a screen just up the wall across from me. ‘Social Articles report that a young billionaire is no longer back on the market. The business mogul has rekindled with his wife who was seen sporting the same rings gifted to her for their wedding just 6 y

Lowering his voice, he whispered, "It's actually a fake, borrowed it from a friend." She nodded and pulled back, her face flushing. "Yeah, uh, it looks real," she said, pulling her hand from his arm and stepping away. He was happy his little lie had worked-otherwise, how would he explain wearing a brooch worth two million when he was trying to pass off as poor? But he was also confused as his bride withdrew from him, as if suddenly shy of their closeness.

His made me feel special, like I was the only woman in the room. That night, he spent an obscene amount of money on me. We talked for hours, his eyes never leaving mine. "I’ve fallen in love at first sight," he said, his voice smooth and confident. "I want to marry you, Sasha." I couldn’t believe my luck. Even though I came from a rich family and already had a fiancé, the idea of marrying a billionaire was intoxicating. Andre was charming, and his attention made me feel like I was living a fairy tale.

His face was covered with shock. "When I saw the news about Allen Walker's marriage, I told my wife several times that you weren't the bride. But I've just been proven wrong. What exactly are you up to, young lady? You want to get married to a billionaire and then run away with my money?" He asked as he stepped closer to me, his eyes traveled down to my fingers and when he didn't see a ring, his face scrunched up in confusion. This was exactly what I was afraid of. People would think because I married a billionaire and appeared on TV, then I was suddenly a billionaire too.

Liam said, turning her over, being upon her and lowering her panties with his teeth, "the ruthless billionaire got married to a clueless girl, who now, he cannot help but worship." He ripped her panties with his hands and his head was lost between her legs. His tongue met her skin. There was a spark of goodness, then the electrifying sensations began. "You haven't agreed yet!" Elena cried, twisting, but he held her down, laughing into her. Finally exhausted with pleasure, Elena threw her head back and calmed down, the tears in her eyes. One name on her lips. Liam Hemsworth. Her ruthless billionaire boss, now turned husband. The end.

"I hope I get the part. You won't regret working with me. I'm good when it comes to acting. Oh, shoot, I'm not supposed to be here. I'm supposed to be a runaway bride. So here's the thing: I will leave you here and get changed while you go to the director. I will find you there." "I thought you would never stop talking. Are you out of your mind? This is a wedding. You and I just got married. This is fucking crazy." He ran his hand through his hair and took off his tie. I stumbled back a bit and pinched myself, hoping I was dreaming. And the sad part is, I wasn't dreaming. I really did get married to this sexy Greek God that was standing right in front of me. Wait, I'm married.