Runaway Billionaire Becomes My Groom Novels & Stories

" A lot of billionaires, a lot of wealthy men have had this type of problem and instead of fixing it, they just let it go. But my son is a good boy. He doesn't only accept his mistake but he wants to correct it. He has decided to marry Alicia Messi to show the world how sorry he is. " "That's a very good decision sir but what about Alicia has she agreed?" The same reporter asked. "That's enough for now," Mr Roberto Schultz said and his bodyguard forced his way through the crowd of reporters, into his own car. Taylor and Alicia entered Taylor's Ferrari at once.

He said. "You want to buy a new one, that fast?" I asked, looking surprised. I remembered when my Dad was still alive, our TV got faulty, and it like weeks before my Dad was able to repair it, but Mavis, it's not even up to twenty four hours his TV got smashed to the ground, and he is already ordering another TV, which might cost thousands of dollars. "Money isn't my problem, Denise" He said, and that's when I remembered that I am married to a billionaire, who is the CEO of one the most popular food companies in America.

Alexander ran a hand through his dark hair, messing it up in a way that looked almost human, almost vulnerable. It was a gesture she had seen only a handful of times during their marriage, usually in the rare moments when the weight of his world pressed too heavily even on him. “I’m not here to drag you back to New York,” he said, his voice quieter now. “I’m not here to throw around lawyers or contracts or make threats. I flew here alone, no team, no plan, because I needed to see you with my own eyes. To know that you were okay after everything.” His dark eyes searched her face, something softer flickering there for just a moment.

Half an hour later, I was in the backseat of a black sedan, clutching my bouquet so hard some petals had bent beneath my fingers. The city blurred outside the window. This was really happening. I was really being taken to marry Adrian Lancaster. The Adrian Lancaster. The billionaire heir with the ruthless reputation, the cold face in business magazines, the man Sienna had once called too dangerous to love. The courthouse ceremony passed like a fever dream. Just a private room with a single civil official. My father's voice did most of the talking while my mother just stood one side, staring at her nails like this was none of her concern.

A man who looked like he was ready to take the reins without burning the empire to the ground. And me? I had a sister who needed heart surgery. Parents are drowning in debt after our logistics business crashed. My master's degree at Oxford was hanging by a thread because I was working three part-time jobs just to survive. So yes. When a billionaire offers you a deal that can save your family, you don't overthink it. I married him. I smiled for the cameras. Stood by his side at charity events. Learned how to wear expensive dresses. Stayed out of his way like the contract demanded.

The next that followed was a loud scream, which would have been capable of drawing the attention of whosoever that might be in the building. He walked to his balcony and as the soft wind of the morning blew calmly on his face, his mind wrestled and tried to come up with a decision. His name is Stan, a handsome young billionaire in his early thirties. He stands as the heir to the Devreal empire. A large company that stood among the top in the United States. With how handsome he looked, together with how rich he was, it was of no surprise that girls flocked around him at every instance.

Leo looked away as he rolled his eyes. “Not exactly,” Brad said delicately. “You’re not a regular guy. You’re a billionaire, which is rare in the world. You don’t wear suits that cost less than two thousand dollars. You want everything perfect or there’s hell to pay. Granted, your more ambitious than most, but the difference is you’re more than willing to step on, burn, or castrate, cats, dogs, the elderly, and children to get what you want.” “Well . . . not children,” Blake mumbled. “That just proves that I’m –”

I dug my nails into my palm, forcing myself to maintain a calm, professional expression. "Ms. Greenfield, do you have any other requests for the wedding?" Anna tilted her head, thought for a moment, then suddenly spoke up. "Oh, right. The entire floor has to be covered with imported cashmere carpets. My wedding dress is pure silk. My boyfriend bought it for me. It can't snag even a little. Money doesn't matter. My boyfriend has plenty of it." I almost laughed when I heard that. Victor. The poor student I had personally lifted up. The boy who once couldn't even scrape together five dollars, now a billionaire CEO. What took others twenty years to achieve, I helped him accomplish in just three.

Emily's POV: As I opened the door to the house, my head was spinning. Everything happened so fast. First, I got rejected at the company. Then, I was at the hospital crying. Then, out of nowhere, the man I’d had a one-night stand with suddenly appeared. He's apparently a filthy rich billionaire. And now, somehow, I was supposed to get married to him tomorrow at some place called Sparkle Green Hotel. Sounded like one of those fancy, five-star places I’d only ever seen in movies.

If there were another option belle i swear I wouldn’t be lying to your face right now. A giggle followed. “I really can’t wait.” She Stayed curled up beside me and began scrolling through her phone when a her voice suddenly cut through the calm. “Hey! Have you heard about this billionaire wedding everyone’s be talking about?” I was startled. I couldn’t let it show. “What wedding?” I asked calmly. “Uhm—I don’t really know though. I saw something about it in France too.” Lie your way around it. “Ah! That” I have a dry laugh, trying to sound convincing.