Novel & Cerita Runaway Billionaire Becomes My Groom

Every medical word should make me feel calm, but my mind is still crowded. By the weekend, Maya and I attend her cousin's wedding. It's on a boat. Not just any boat. A massive, shining, expensive white boat floating proudly on the water like a small kingdom. During the reception we wander around, smiling at strangers and listening to family stories. Everyone keeps talking about the bride and groom. Apparently Maya's cousin is marrying an Arabian billionaire who owns a winery in New York City. The whole event is dripping with money and elegance. Once upon a time, I used to belong in rooms like this. I used to be married to a billionaire too. A man who adored me. At least until his childhood b

She places her hand on the metal handle of the wooden door and pushes down on it before opening the door. The door reveals Alex, neatly dressed, suited up and looking uneasy. The minute he rode into Cara's street until he parked and got down, he has been getting weird stares. Maybe it's the Maserati he drove in or the Armani suit he has on but he knows he has to get out of the neighbourhood as soon as possible before he gets abducted or worse. "I need..." Alex begins to speak but he is cut off with a door to his face. Cara slams the door on the billionaire not thinking about what she has to lose.

CHRISTY: Runaway bride. Billionaire jilted groom. Yes. I was Everette Watson's runaway bride. A billionaire and owned a multi-billion company where my father was also an investor. Our marriage was about a potential business marriage, but since I was a romantic fool who believed in love, I did not accept the marriage and ran away even if I risked my parent's wrath. My parents disowned me, but did not care about it thinking this was my life and I was the only one who could decide for me.

I was swung around in a hug and given ten minutes to be kissed by him. He whispered, "We're going to meet tomorrow," in a grim look. “Tomorrow,” I whispered back. Yet, as expected, the situation was not perfect. By morning, the world was already in flames. The headlines hit first. “Billionaire Damian Cole Engaged? Who's the Mystery Woman?”. Does the term "Runaway Bride" refer to a career con artist? Or not? Damian's fiancee' story is brought to light. Photos of me. Of Dylan. Of my past.

"Half a month? 50 million? Caroline, you're really like one of those princesses in fairy tales who think that the world revolves around them." "Just tell me if it's a deal." Caroline looked directly into his eyes, her gaze firm. It was actually Eddy's first time seeing her so resolute. His heart inexplicably skipped a beat. He averted his gaze hastily and said, "Caroline, you know what it is I want. We really don't have to make things ugly. As long as you marry me and give your kidney to Layla, she will live a healthy life. You just stay out of our business and be a good wife on paper, then you'll spend the rest of your life without worry. It’s just that you're so hell-bent on marrying a pen

Especially him. Damian Blackwood. The man I am supposed to marry. A billionaire whose name made tycoons tremble. Cold, ruthless, untouchable. I had seen the way he looked at me during our brief engagement meetings—like I was just another piece of asset, another acquisition. And I refuse to be bought. The curtains lifted. Applause rolled through the crowd. One by one, we glided onto the stage, gowns shimmering under the lights. Each of us masked, each mysterious, each promised to the highest bidder for the sake of “charity.” My turn came all too soon. My heels clicking like gunshots against the polished floor.

"I'm getting you new set of clothes. Seeing your sense of fashion today, and I can't particularly say I was impressed. It's Asher btw." Realization dawned on me, followed by a jab at my heart and an eye roll. I could barely afford my bills, how the hell was I supposed to get clothes that suited his taste? Arriving at my apartment, I noticed that the lights were on. Right. I had to tell Diane. I just signed a marriage contract today which practically means I'm now a married woman. I mentally flinched at that reality. It hadn't set it yet. The reality that I was now married to the grandson of Howard Companies, a multi billionaire.

“And this has to do with me?” “I want you to marry me.” The café seemed to tilt. She laughed. Loudly. “That’s insane.” He reached into his coat and placed a folded document on the table. A check. Her laughter died. The amount made her dizzy. Half a million dollars. “I’ll cover your mother’s medical bills,” he said. “All of them. Immediately. The rest is yours.” Her hands trembled. “You don’t even know me.” “I don’t need to.” “That’s supposed to convince me?”