The Billionaires Match Novels & Stories

My breath hitched in my throat as I saw what was trending. “Content of the popular Billionaire's marriage” “Ethan Blackwood's contract marriage to avery pierce” I tapped on the document and it looked legitimate enough, like a marriage document or a contract laid bare for everyone to inspect. I immediately reached out to shake Ethan awake. “What's wrong?” he mumbled with a thick voice. “Wake up! You need to see this” I said as I pointed the screen to his face. Ethan's eyes widened as he read through it.

She found herself unable to quit laughing for some reason. "I'm serious." "And who says you aren't?" She stood to her feet sharply, startling him. "You are a fucking billionaire, how can you not have any investments, you mean to say your acting career and your father's work automatically made you a billionaire, who the hell do you think you're kidding?" She challenged him.

I didn’t believe in fate; I didn’t believe in love. I always thought that I would never fall in love, especially with someone powerful; Rich. Yet fate and love fucked me in the face and I opened my eyes. I just want to enjoy my life; every moment; every second. One evening, one meeting, and my whole life will change. My job, my friends, my family, everything will change for me. Between love, betrayal, relationship, friendship, work, and family, will Nicolette Gray come out of this story happy, or will she fade away?

He paused before adding, “There’ll be about ten billionaires—some from South Africa, Asia… all over the world.” “And this has never been on national television?” she asked, raising a skeptical brow. “Let’s just say we like to keep things discreet. Only attendees know that it’s billionaires being auctioned—not ancient artifacts. The only thing that gets reported is the amount raised for charity.” he admitted with a smirk. “I see…” Amaliah glanced down at her plate, idly pushing a piece of spring roll with her fork, deep in thought. “When is this happening?” “The weekend of Thanksgiving,” he replied. “Three weeks away.”

And everything about it felt absolutely right. End of Part One: Runaway Billionaire

I guess it will take her some time to get used to the idea that she could now afford anything she wanted and that there was nothing I wouldn't get her. It was a twelve million dollar eight bedroom eight and a half bath with indoor and outdoor swimming pools, a tennis court and English gardens sitting on four acres. It resembled a European castle with its turrets and spires, with marble walls and flooring. It was good to know my baby had excellent taste. "You ready for school Ashley?" It was weird asking my wife that, we both worried about her classmates or even some of the teachers' reaction to her new status but she assured me that she would be fine.

“The more reason for you to buy them now. Increase in value is a good sign for those who are already there. Do not waste your chance now.” “Speaking of chances, did you hear that the billionaire couple, Mr and Mrs Newman lost about a billion to gambling?” Stephan asks. “Oh my! So it is true?” Natalia quips in. “I saw it on my phone, but I discarded it as some sort of fake news.” “Oh no, it is not fake news, I assure you, my lady. It happened last week. Wasn’t their net worth estimated to be about six billion dollars? To remove a billion from that is heart breaking.” Stephan says.

“Most of the rich people here are invited for business purposes, but not all of them are here just for business.” “What do you mean?” I asked. “There’s something called a match partner,” he said, his tone serious. “Basically, a higher or richer person can pay the organization to match them with people they want for different reasons. Some want business alliances, others are looking for personal connections or even potential relationships.” “That’s... interesting,” I said, thinking about why I was here and who put me in this event. “So, how do you know all this?” “I was part of the planning,” Alexander said, “but I’m just here as a guest tonight, not a participant.”

It was another money-making opportunity. "Mr. Bunny, I have a big deal here. One match for eight million dollars. Are you in?"

Lucky shrieked as she slapped Cherokee's arm. "I signed a contract, a marriage contract with Beck, he's giving me money, and other things, when the contract is over he will give me twenty thousand," Cherokee stated as she started pacing around the small room they both shared. "A marriage contract?!" Lucky bellowed as she got up from the bed and walked over to Cherokee gripping her arms. "So this, isn't even real? Your relationship?" "Perhaps I can make it real," Cherokee wished as she made her way to her dresser to get the last of her clothing into her suitcase.