Surprise Marriage To A Billionaire Novels & Stories

Refusing to answer any of her questions, I shot back. “What about you? Who did you seduce, Nancy?” Two could play that game. But this only enraged Nancy. Good! I’m sick of playing Mrs. Nice Lady all the time. “Me!” She shrilled. “I’m not poor like you, Emily. Never have been, never will be. Plus, I’m going to marry Fred. We both know he’s the wealthiest man in this city. Soon, very very soon, I’m going to own everything!” Nancy spat, now in a complete rage.

"It's...complicated, Tiffany. Let's just say I'm in a situation, and I'm unsure about the other person's feelings." Tiffany's expression turned curious, and she gave her a 'I won't give up till you tell me' look. "Okay, fine," Camille whispered. "I'm in a contract marriage. It's not a real marriage, just a mutually beneficial arrangement." Tiffany's eyes widened. "Whoa, that's unexpected! Who's the lucky guy?" Camille's cheeks flushed. " We met coincidentally, and...it's complicated." Tiffany leaned in closer. "Complicated how? Is he gorgeous? Rich? What's the deal?"

“Wouldn’t what? Get caught up in something over his head? Because that is exactly what has occurred from where I am standing. Leila swallowed hard. Tunde had always been smart, but he was also young, ambitious, and sometimes reckless. If he had gotten mixed up with the wrong people… No. She wouldn’t let him go down for this. She forced herself to meet Adrian’s gaze. “What do you want?” Adrian leaned back against the bar, considering her. Then he said, casually—too casually— “Marry me.” Leila looked up. “What?” His smirk didn’t waver. "Wedding me." Laughter bubbled up in her chest, sharp and incredulous. “That’s the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard.”

I thought I had ordered the press to stop the allegations and bad comments about her. As I clicked the news to get a better view of what was happening, I couldn't bear what I was seeing. [Ex-Billionaire's wife, Miss Freya Rogers, getting married a few days after dissolving marriage with Billionaire] I wiped my eyes to see if perhaps I wasn't seeing clearly. Did Jason perhaps know about these and had kept it hidden from me?There was no way Freya would get married to someone else...there was... "I guess you've probably seen the news. Perhaps that's why you drove all the way down to this remote town, Mr. Michael Smith." I looked back at the picture on the phone and back at the person speaking t

I shrugged, “ I never knew he had done so much, he gave me a tip but they own this estate, what do you think is the possibility of me ever meeting him? I don't even know what to think or believe right now.” “ That has to be the reason why his mannerism is perfect, he is the most eligible single billionaire in Switzerland, and he is single. Everyone has tried to throw himself at him, but it just doesn't work.”Genevieve recounted. “ Well, it seems he has a type.” I couldn't help but blurt it out because what was I to say at the moment. “ Pregnant women obviously because I am pregnant.” “ That has me shocked, I don't even know what to say, are you sure no one has gotten the clip about this? The

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.

Out loud she said,” So what about Peter Ramsey’s sister? “Big scandal!” her aunt answered with relish. “Charlotte Ramsey was about to marry one guy and just before the wedding he refused to sign the prenuptial agreement her father had drawn up. She turned around on the spot and married the British billionaire, Damien Winter, instead. Her former fiancé proceeded to sue for ownership of the apartment they’d shared—hers, of course—in a de facto relationship. He got it, too. Didn’t go to court. She signed off on it. The point is…” “He was in it for a slice of the Ramsey billions.”

The driver turned on the car's ignition and drove us out of the venue. I wanted to run away from the place that had me throwing my dignity into the air and choosing to marry a man who broke me and had me leaving the city out of fear. He turned me into a person who could not find sweetness in love and broke me beyond measure and repair. And here I was, my heart secretly thumping and jumping for joy at the fact that I was married to him. My lips should not be twitching to smile. Instead, it is supposed to spoil in a cry. How do I tell my parents that I had gotten married out to my ex-boyfriend?

Yet, the specter of the hidden room loomed over them, an unspoken truth that lingered beneath the surface of their burgeoning connection. On the day of the wedding, the mansion buzzed with activity. Victoria, dressed in a sleek black gown, ensured that every detail was immaculate. The air was charged with anticipation, but an unexpected twist awaited them. As Victoria descended the grand staircase, she heard the commotion outside. The paparazzi had descended upon Sterling Manor, hungry for a glimpse of the elusive billionaire and his bride. Panic set in as the staff rushed to shield Alexander from the intrusive cameras. In the chaos, Victoria found herself pulled into a secluded alcove with

His grandfather cut his steak before speaking, “This marriage happened too sudden.” “We didn’t have a choice after the scandal,” Vivian replied… scandal. The word made my chest ache. My father cleared his throat awkwardly but avoided looking at me. I felt alone surrounded by people, then Ethan’s aunt leaned back in her chair and smiled at me, “So Natalie… tell us something… how does it feel marrying the man your sister loves?” The room went silent. Pain twisted in my stomach, I lowered my eyes before answering, “I didn’t steal Ethan from Layla.”