Surprise Marriage To A Billionaire Novelas e Histórias

He says As we start moving to the cafeteria in the office building. "So how does it feel living with a billionaire? You didn't even bother calling me. At first I was worried about how your insemination went and the next thing I see is my best friend who's an independent career woman getting married to a hot sexy italian billionaire."He says with a shocked look on his face. "I mean I was shocked, Because he swore never to get married"He says..

Then why did she suddenly get married? "I got married to my billionaire ex."

It couldn't be just any girl. He had to be able to bribe whoever was with him, especially if they were going to spend time together. The lawyer told him that they could meet at one of Stefano's favorite coffee shops in ten minutes. After some time, both were at the cafeteria table. "So what you want is to draw up a marriage contract in which it is specified that after that time you both will not see each other again, right?" "That's right" answered the man with the last name Mancini.

She says interrupting. "Can I finish?" I pause before continuing. "And I am old-" She interrupted, "You are a multi-billionaire, you literally make people shit themselves when you enter a room, an amazing father and my husband." I didn't even realize I was smiling. "I love you." "I love you too, old man." She says snuggling up to me tight. "By the way, do you know who Leo is?" "Who the fuck is Leo?" "I asked the same thing."

“What kind of agreement?” Her parents exchanged hesitant glances before falling silent. “Mom? Dad?” she pressed. When no one responded, Ashford leaned back in his chair and spoke in a straight, emotionless tone. “You’re going to marry me.” Ivanna’s breath caught in her throat. He’s joking… right? But her parents’ expressions said otherwise. Not wanting to make a scene in front of their guests, she forced herself to remain calm and pretend to accept it. “The wedding will happen soon. The sooner, the better,” Mrs. Villareal added.

Judging from the little scenario, I could tell that the lady was somewhat troublesome. As he called that name, it made me involuntarily fold my brows in puzzlement. If the doctor called her Mrs Flores, and her husband called her Trisha, did it mean that they were the...The Flores?! The famous billionaire in New York?! Oh my God! If that was it, then I was going to be paid a great deal of money. Jeez, this lady needed not to fuck the whole thing up. This was literally a great breakthrough for my family and I. Her husband walked to me, seeming so worried by his wife's action. As he stood in my front, all I could think of was, 'What the heck? A big man like me standing in my front?!'

They are drowning in colossal debts. “Mom, I can’t marry a stranger. I’m in love with someone else, and I just got engaged.” She showed her mother the engagement ring in her hand. Lucia breathed out sharply. “If your boyfriend is a billionaire that can help us with our debts, go marry him. If not, forget about him. He’s useless.” “Mom!” She suddenly stood up, and her palm hit the wooden table.

“I don't blame you, though; your life has changed; you're getting married to this billionaire, so a little bridal shower was not necessary. I would do the same too” I always wanted one but Edward didn't give me room to plan or do something. And I had no money to fund it. So I will do whatever just to get the fake wedding over and done with. “Girl you rich now, that you're having a fitting right in your house, at your convenience. I'm so jealous,” Olivia said, and I laughed. I wasn't even rich yet but I could feel the brunt of what rich people do to be where they were.

"It's alright. I'm happy you made it." "May I?" he asked, offering her his arm. "Of course," she replied, hooking her hand on his arm and letting him walk her to the front for the ceremony to begin. As the couple made their way to the altar, Naomi watched, simmering with anger. Was this man really Jacob Garcia? He didn't look like a jobless idler at all. She had lied about being pregnant to get out of the marriage agreement because she had thought he was worthless. And now here he was, looking like a prince? She clenched her teeth together, her anger doubling as she saw how he looked down at Isabelle. That bitch!

“Candice, can we not shout it in the ICU wing?” “Shout? I haven’t even started shouting!” she said, tossing her gloves aside like it was a full-blown movie scene. “You got married and didn’t say a damn word! You were just here sobbing a few weeks ago, and now you’re a billionaire’s wife?! What the hell did I miss?!” “It’s… complicated.” “Complicated? Girl, this is soap opera complicated! What did he do? Spot you at the hospital and fall madly in love? Did he rescue you from an ambulance? Tell me everything—who introduced you? Are you pregnant already?!”