Suddenly Married To A Billionaire Novels & Stories

I sat on the couch scrolling through my phone when Soren came over with two glasses of wine. “You’re quiet,” he said, handing me one. “Just thinking,” I murmured. “About how weird all of this is.” He sat beside me. “Weird?” “Yeah,” I said, turning toward him. “Two weeks ago, I was worried about paying rent and getting my mom’s medication. Now I’m married to a billionaire, caught in a scandal, and pretending to know how to survive your world.” His lips curved slightly. “You’re not pretending. You’re adapting.”

For what I thought, I really did marry a billionaire and I accidentally Married to a billionaire and it's not just an ordinary billionaire but one who has many connection himself. Kahit na sabihin natin na fake ang kasal sa mata ng tao ngayon ay totoo ang mga nangyari. I can't just take this an easy situation because everything was involved. I don't want my personal life to be affected, especially to my family. I landed my helicopter to the rooftop of my mall, when my helicopter just reach the ground I saw my worker coming from my direction. They'll bow their heads. I slowly remove my helmets and the stuffs I wear. I smile when they approach me and help me remove them.

I choked out, staring at the screen like it might suddenly correct itself. Jessica’s texts started popping up one after the other: Jess: SIS WHAT IS THIS??? Jess: You MARRIED a billionaire?? Jess: Who is he?? What’s going on?? Answer meeeee!! Jess: Mom is gonna hyperventilate. Jess: ARE YOU OKAY?? Jess: HELLO??? I suddenly felt dizzy. I didn't even know which message to respond to first. There were a lot of tags on my I*******m too. The wedding I thought was fake is actually real, and now the whole freaking world knows about it. My face was almost on every blog — mystery woman, unknown bride, Miami wife. And my legally married husband, Eric Macmillan is apparently heir to a Billionaire fortu

He was the one who talked me into being there and told me that it would be a nice way to spend our weekend, and this was what I got at the end of the day. He didn't even run after me. It tore me to pieces. I didn't think this was how things were going to end. One of the reasons I made sure to establish myself with the amount of reputation and wealth I had was because no man would have the audacity to look down on me. My husband was equally successful, we were a famous couple that the entire world knew, loved, and talked about. That kind of celebrity couple that everyone loved and admired, having that the both of them, man and woman, were an icon of status and wealth, on their own.

I made her look at me as I wiped the tears off her beautiful face. “It's over now Rose, my debts have been paid off. Yes, I know it's risky that I'll be getting married to a stranger, but this stranger has saved me two times- no three times straight. He saved my life and brought me to the hospital, even when I insulted him, he still came to check up on me and saved me from Mr Sam. You know how evil that man can be.” “Think of this, I'm now married to a billionaire right after Micheal abandoned me. Isn't that a huge upgrade? I wonder what he'd do when he finds out. Not like I care though, he can go to hell. His disappointment was my blessing.”

I am married to the richest, most aggravating, most complicated man in this city, and I did it for my mother's debt and to cover up two one-night stands, and this is my life now. Zane stood beside me, looking at the certificate briefly before sliding it into his jacket. He glanced over. "Hungry?" he asked. I stared at him. "It was a simple question." "You just married me in a government office on forty minutes notice and your follow-up is whether I want lunch?" "Brunch, technically." He checked his watch. "It's not quite noon." I opened my mouth. Closed it. Started walking toward my car. "Skylar." I stopped but didn't turn around.

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.

Looking at him now, there was no surprise as to why he was the most sought after bachelor in all of Chicago and why girls at school were practically tripping over their feet trying to get to him. "So, this is The Saheer Khan. '' I heard my own self mutter. Before searching for more image, I went for his information. I was utterly disappointed as there was nothing much productive written there. There's a long definition about His Business but nothing about his personal life. Not even his age?! What do you mean by *in his late twenties* ?!! Are you fucking kidding me?! What the hell?! There's nothing About his family nor his life before he became a billionaire. LITERALLY NOTHING. DAMN. He didn

“You’re a lioness. I’m glad I married you.” Danielle giggled and tucked her hand inside the duvet, touching his penis teasingly. “You should be babe. Who wouldn’t fall for my charming look and banging body?” She continued teasing. Jackson took in a sharp breath, shaking his head. He’d been married to Danielle for five years and he never for once regretted it. She’d been his backbone. In fact, she’s the reason why he’s ranking among the top ten billionaires in the world. “I love you babe.” He whispered pulling her in an embrace. “I love you too, sweetheart.” She replied, but the smile on her face suddenly dropped with a faraway look in her eyes. “What is bothering you?” He asked, taking her f

Every breath felt heavy, and every small movement made her body tense before falling into suffocating silence as she reached her climax. Tears slipped down her cheeks without her realizing it, mixing with the cold sweat that hadn’t yet dried. She stared blankly at the ceiling, a bitter laugh escaping her lips. How ironic. So this was what it felt like to be the wife of a billionaire who had everything except love. Slowly, Sarah pushed the vibrator aside and reached for her phone. Her nightly routine was always the same: opening her second I*******m account just to check one profile—@Iam.mia.