The Fake Marriage Of A Billionaire Novels & Stories

"A long, vague engagement looks like a stall tactic. A set date, even if it’s four months away, tells the market that this is a permanent family restructuring. We don't actually have to walk down the aisle, but we need to choose a venue and let Marcus leak it to the press." I leaned back in my chair, crossing my arms. The reality of the deal was hitting me again. We were planning a fake wedding down to the last detail, all to satisfy a bunch of old men in suits who checked stock tickers every five minutes. "Fine," I said, keeping my voice level. "What kind of venue does a billionaire choose when he’s totally in love?" "My family has an estate in the south of France," Kalix said, leaning forw

“A marriage contract. That’s so wild.” I smirked. “You’re literally marrying a billionaire, sweetheart. Did you expect it to be casual?” Her nose scrunched. “Can we not say it like that? I’m not gold-digging.” “I never said you were.” She rolled her eyes, but a tiny smile betrayed her. “Still… I can’t believe we’re doing this.” I tilted my head. “Cold feet?” “No,” she said quickly. “It’s just… surreal. A week ago, I was sobbing over a man who cheated on me. Now I’m fake marrying someone who owns half the goddamn world.”

The day Nathan's company went public, he came to the Bennett estate exactly as we'd agreed. Everyone assumed he was finally going to marry me. But the fiancée he brought with him was Vanessa. "I run a public company now. I need a wife who can stand beside me in front of a camera. "Vanessa is the Bennett heir, and she runs her own charity foundation. She's a better fit for the role than you are." He placed the keys to a Manhattan apartment in front of me. "After all these years together, I'm not going to leave you with nothing." He had no idea. Vanessa was just the baby the Bennett family had mistakenly taken home twenty-two years ago. I was the one they'd found and brought back. The real Ben

My parents found it difficult to understand why I still proceeded with marrying Sheila after what the Graysons' did. They were still angry with them and refused to acknowledge or accept Sheila. I couldn't blame them; my background check on Stevenson and Fiona Grayson revealed them as mere opportunists seeking a wealthy match for their daughter, Phoebe, under the disguise of marriage. Well, the jokes would be on them when I announce my marriage to Sheila to the public and the press realize the truth about my fake, supposed bankruptcy. Until then, I needed to sort some things out. ************************* "Mr. Walker, is it true you were never disinherited and are still a billionaire?"

The contract had a secrecy clause, how else would she explain to her best friend that she was married to a billionaire hence, the Limited Edition Car? “You better start talking Emily,” Kayla pressed, her arms crossed over her chest. Emily’s shoulders slumped, “I got married, Kayla. To a billionaire. I came back to get my things, I’m moving in with him.” “What?” Kayla screamed, her eyes wide in shock. “Is this supposed to be some kind of joke,” her best friend asked in disbelief. “No, Kay, I’m serious,” Emily said, her voice firm. “How the f**k are you married? To a billionaire? Who’s he? When and how did all of this happen?”

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

“Nice place.” Lena blinked. “What—what are you doing here?” “I was in the city. Took a cab. Thought I’d stop by and congratulate my sister.” He pushed past her gently, stepping into the penthouse as if it offended him. Lena’s stomach dropped. “Noah…” He turned slowly. “Is it true?” he asked, voice low. “Are you marrying a billionaire?” She swallowed. “It’s… complicated.” “I’ll simplify it for you,” he said, stepping closer. “Did you lie to me?”

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He gestures wildly for a moment, his brows furrowing deep. “That’s it. Grandpa would’ve respected a ‘no’ from you. You’re his favorite—always have been. But you jumped at it, didn’t you? For the money, the status?” What? Why will he say that? I couldn’t hold the tears as they spill. “Wow?” my voice rising as I step closer, poking a finger at his chest. “You think I wanted this? A fake marriage to a billionaire who’s in love with another? Well you are right! I got married to you because of what I stand to get and I’m grateful to you that I got them.”

She just hoped she hadn’t made a terrible mistake. The car merged into traffic, carrying her toward her apartment, toward the life she’d be packing up and leaving behind. In three days she’d move into Eric Harrison’s penthouse. In three days this fake marriage would really begin. She touched her lips, remembering the kiss. Brief, professional, meaningless. Except it hadn’t felt meaningless. And that, Alison thought, was going to be a problem.