Surprise Marriage To A Billionaire の小説・ストーリー

"Holy shit!" She gasped, turning the screen toward me, where the announcement post was going viral on I*******m: “SOCIALITE, ARTIST AND MODEL CHARLOTTE MILLER ALL SET TO MARRY XEROS MARTINEZ: A BILLIONAIRE WITH A DARK PAST.” “What… how is this possible?” He was the scary, infamous heir of the Marinez Empire, who was rumoured to handle all their illegal dealings. How had the Millers agreed on this arrangement?

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.

We slept together on a daily basis but little did I know he was the son of a billionaire. I was abandoned at the pulpit on my wedding day because he decided not to show up. It was at my wedding I knew that my husband to be was an heir to a company . . crazy huh?. I looked at the clock that was hung on the wall and that was when I realized that I was already running late for work . “Fuck!” I stood up And made my way to the bathroom immediately

“I’ll call when I’m on my way home.” That felt . . . domestic. But she nodded, a hint of a smile on her face as she closed the door behind him. They were clicking so well it was almost scary. Scary, but enjoyable. Was it too good to be true? She supposed she’d see when she met his friends. Just the thought of it made her stomach knot up. She was a nobody . He was a billionaire. They were going to think she was after his money, when the truth was his money just made her downright uncomfortable. Money was nice, but it wasn’t the reason to have a relationship.

I expected some kind of reaction—maybe awe or curiosity—but there was none. I guess it wasn’t a big deal to them. Sabrina is married to a millionaire, and Eunice is dating one. Half the girls here are connected to someone wealthy in some way. Being married to Jaydon, the youngest billionaire, didn’t make me special in their eyes. It was just another fact, another name to add to the list.

“Why the fuck are you laughing? I was worried about your stupid ass.” “I’m sorry.” I laughed hiding my hand. I sank onto the couch in my apartment, burying my face in my hands. Jen perched on the armrest across from me, watching silently, waiting for me to spill. “What’s going on between you two? And why am I finding out from the news that you got engaged at your father-in-law’s funeral?” I laughed again unable to help laugh at her serious look. “No, Caleb was just being stupid. We decided to get married for the money.”

By the time I tried to reach her, someone had already buried her, someone who wasn’t me. I wiped my tears with the back of my hand and forced myself to focus, flipping through her words as if they might give me back the mother I had lost and hated. Then something stopped me. A line, sharp and unsettling: ‘Being the wife of a billionaire isn’t as beautiful and heavenly as others think.’ My breath caught. My mother… married a billionaire? I felt the sting of betrayal tighten in my chest. After leaving me behind in Russia twice, after the absence, the grief, she had gone on to marry a billionaire in New York?

I guess I was just simply caught off guard. “Don't worry, it's going to be small.” “Really?” “Yes. Only important people will be in attendance.” I scoffed. “I'm guessing a lot then.” “Nothing you can't handle.” Wow. This was really happening. Two weeks ago if anyone had told me I was getting married soon, I would have laughed in their face. Now, not only was I getting married, I was getting married to a billionaire's son. This felt so unreal. I looked at my fingers to make sure I wasn't dreaming.

In less than twenty-four hours, I'd have to stand beside my brand-new husband and convince one of the most powerful men in tech that we were madly in love. "I can't sleep," I said. "My brain won't stop spinning." "Mine either." He rubbed his eyes tiredly. "But we did the right thing. The story is already being buried by news of our marriage." I pulled out my phone and immediately regretted it. The internet was exploding. "FROST SURPRISES WITH SECRET VEGAS WEDDING!" "Billionaire Marries Mystery Woman in Intimate Ceremony!" "Alexander Frost and Emily Harrison Tie the Knot - See the Photos!"