Suddenly Married To A Billionaire 소설 & 이야기

"And when I heard he'd trashed your show over another woman, I couldn't do it anymore." "So I set up that meeting. I faked the injury. I lived in your apartment." "I know what I did was cheap. I just wanted you back." I listened, and something in me that I wasn't ready for was trying to rise. "Rowan. Are you an idiot? You're the heir to Ellsworth Holdings. You could have any woman you want. Why tie yourself to me?" It came out more irritated than I meant. Rowan laughed. He looked like a kid who'd just gotten away with something.

"Oh, this is going to be fun." "No one." Daniel's words came out hard and final. "No one treats our family like that and walks away intact." Alexander stood up and walked to his desk. He pulled out some papers and signed them quickly, then handed them to me. "These are share transfers. You now own forty percent of Morrison Holdings. You're a billionaire, Isabella. You have your own money, your own power. You never have to depend on anyone again." I stared at the papers with numbers that didn't seem real – billions, with a B. I was worth more than Marcus and his entire family combined.

She had not even changed out of her wedding dress. It was not until the man had taken a shower and exited the bathroom that realization had struck her. She was going to spend the night with this man as a newlywed. However, she had no idea how to interact with him. What was more, she had gotten married as a substitute. She was the illegitimate daughter of a rich family, so she had married this broke man in place of her elder sister—just to fulfill a marriage pact made by the last generation of the two families and receive a substantial amount of money.

I took the tissue he passed to me and wiped my lips and dress but looking at his facial expression and it didn’t look like he was joking at all. “You are actually serious?” I muttered as I took a sip from the water he passed to me, “You can’t just fix an appointment and ask me to marry you, like it doesn’t make sense, we barely even know each other.” I was confused at the route the whole thing was going. “Did you think that $20 billion would be able to get your family back to where they were before? That’s only enough to pay the debts, maybe you should have asked for more.” He continued eating but all my appetite was gone, even the delicious food couldn’t bring it back.

“Since we started dating, Mason, it feels like Damien owns you. Every time we’re together, you leave because he calls. Your mother already doesn’t like me because I’m not from a wealthy family, and now you expect me to play hostess to Damien’s wife? Do you know how that makes me feel?” Mason reached out, gently taking her hand and pressing his lips to her knuckles. “You’re misunderstanding everything. I don’t want you to feel lonely during Christmas, baby. That’s why I suggested you keep Damien’s wife company. I won’t be here—I’ve got business to handle.” Naomi pulled her hand away. “Can’t you say no, Mason? You just got married, and now you’re running off to Damien. He has assistants, and s

Ethan stood alone in his £50M penthouse, in his £15,000 suit, surrounded by everything money could buy, and felt poorer than when he was pretending to be poor. Because his wife had left. And outside, in the elevator, Elise finally let out a loud sob, hugging her tote bag, whispering: "My husband is a billionaire... my poor husband is a billionaire... what am I going to do?"

The smell of coffee and the smell of roasted chicken mixed with the anxiety rising in my chest. I stood there, questioning myself. “Why me?” I muttered. “Why would a billionaire, one of the coldest and most ruthless men in the city choose my hand in a contract marriage? I wish I had a better option than this one.” Unable to bear the thoughts alone, my voice slipped out getting louder, quiet yet loud enough for me to hear. “A contract marriage.” I had seen it in movies and read about it in novels, but I never imagined I would be trapped in such a situation.

Outside, the city blurred into night; inside, the car hummed with a quiet that broke only when a notification buzzed on Elena’s phone—an alert of headlines and speculation already forming online. She opened it with hands that trembled only slightly and saw the first of the morning’s angles beginning to take shape. Her breath caught when she read a line that had begun its life as a whisper at the table and now sat bold and hungry on the screen: *“Billionaire’s bride: business move or true love?”*

“Is that you? Or should I say... Mrs. freaking Blake?” I winced. “Tina—” “You got married?? To a billionaire?? And didn’t tell me?? Girl, I had to see it on the news! I nearly choked on my lunch.” I smiled for the first time all day. “It happened fast. I swear. I didn’t even have time to think.” “Didn’t have time,babe, you got married! You could’ve at least texted me a ‘hey, I might say I do to a billionaire today, stay tuned!’”

“No—no, I mean it! You don’t get to hush me. You married into the damn Archer family! Do you even realize how insane that is?” “I realize it more than you think.” She paused on the other end. “What’s that supposed to mean?” “Diana…” I trailed off, leaning back against the headboard. “You wouldn’t understand.” “Try me,” she said with a playful tone. “Because from where I’m standing, you hit the jackpot. Gorgeous billionaire husband, insane mansion, no bills to pay—girl, are you even real anymore?” I laughed, but there was no joy in it. “You think this is some kind of fantasy, don’t you?”