The Fake Marriage Of Billionaire Novels & Stories

"I used to manage just fine without relying on Calliope or Galvin for money, but after that scam, my savings were wiped out completely." "On top of that, their company’s financial situation hasn’t been great either, so they’ve started to distance themselves from me even more." She looked pitiful as she spoke, painting herself as the unfortunate victim in a story of betrayal and abandonment. "They're even planning to marry me off to some old billionaire—as a way to repay the company’s financial debts. It’s… utterly hopeless," Sofia said in a low voice, her tone thick with grievance. Her breath hitched as she began to sob softly, looking exhausted and defeated.

Fear flooded my body and I quaked. But it was too late to take it back. I need him. “What’s the favor?” “I need you to accompany me to Andrea Wentworth’s wedding to Bob and pretend to be an executive at AmeriCapital.” I can’t interpret the shock on his face. He sputtered. He shook his head, slightly at first, but then more and more. “Please,” I beg. Arthur looks far away as if in a daze. I can't interpret his expression, but it's very strange and almost pained.

I kept hearing his words: “I need a fiancée.” Who says things like that in real life? Zara thought it was the most exciting thing she’d ever heard. “You’re kidding,” she said when I told her everything. “A billionaire wants you to be his fake fiancée? Girl, that’s not a job; that’s a movie deal!” “It’s insane,” I said, pacing the room. “I can’t just pretend to marry someone. What if people find out?” Zara grinned, sipping her coffee. “Then they’ll find out you’re rich. Problem solved.”

"Alright, alright I'm sorry, okay? I'm sorry I didn't tell you. I just wanted to keep that a secret. I didn't even tell my family about that because for sure, they'll be against it." "Well, you are right. But you know what? I still can't believe that you really married that man you had a blind date with." "I fake married him for the money." "Yeah, I know, but what if he's the one? What if God made a way for you to find each other because you're destined to be together?" I looked at her with no emotion on my face. "That's what you get from watching romance dramas. That man will never ever fall in love with me, and of course, I would never ever fall in love with a man like him too."

"Don't worry then. I'll handle that." Ella expected Chase to stop him but he didn't. Everything would fall in place, he thought. So they got into his vehicle and they drove back home. That was the first person to find out they were getting married and he turned out to be a parrot. Ella twirled the engagement ring on her finger. How much does this cost? She wondered. It's not her problem to deal with anyway. He's a billionaire. He can afford any damn thing. Ella walked into the study beside Chase, her heels clicking softly against the polished marble floors.

Christopher cut in angrily. “A warning, yes,” Don Grander accepted easily. “I am sure this would be all over the news by now, after all the efforts and resources I have put into tonight,” Christopher complained. “I am certain that it would blow over,” Don Grander said, although he did not sound confident in his own words. “Whether or not it would, your reckless daughter already made me lost a big deal. I am only here to inform you that because of that, the money allocated to this family as a result of this fake marriage will not be paid this month,” Christopher said and stormed off before they could respond.

Kayden just sparingly smiled at him and then tapped the tracker's shoulder trying to comfort him. "Half of the warriors are dead and the rest are wounded," Kayden replied and I don't know what should I feel in this situation now. I've only met Morgan once in this very hall since he always sends his beta every time we have council meetings. The only thing I know is that Morgan is very protective of his wife to the point that he never leaves his wife alone. I can't help but curse as I tried to imagine the horror that Morgan and his wife whose only three months pregnant have faced from the hands of those sick hunters and feral rogues.

Arnold sat at the head of the table, weak but steady, his eyes sharp despite the tremble in his hands. Halfway through dinner, Matt stood, tapping his glass with a fork. “I have an announcement,” he said, his voice carrying easily across the room. “Before this family goes any further with tomorrow’s wedding, I think everyone deserves to know the truth.” Jessica’s stomach tightened. Christian’s hand found hers under the table, steady and warm. “This marriage,” Matt continued, pulling out his phone, “isn’t what it seems. I have proof that Christian and Jessica signed a contract the very same night they met. Two million dollars for one year of pretending. This entire wedding is a lie.”

"My lawyer will draft the contract tonight. I expect you to sign it tomorrow morning without any complaints." "I won't complain," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "Thank you, Mr. Reed." "Lucien," he corrected, not looking back as he turned and walked down the hallway. "Get used to saying it." I watched his retreating figure, still trying to process the absolute insanity of what had just happened. I was going to marry Lucien Reed. The city’s most eligible, ruthless billionaire. It felt like a fever dream, but the cold sweat on my palms and the sudden lack of panic in my gut reminded me it was very real.

It recaps everything, the anniversary gala betrayal in vivid color, Theo’s kiss with Amara under the lights, my walk out barefoot and bleeding inside. The quick City Hall marriage to Alexander Kane, “the most ruthless billionaire in America and Theo’s oldest enemy.” The leaks that dismantled Whitford piece by piece. The boardroom takeover while nine months pregnant. The name change. Theo’s arrest. Amara’s detention. The white rose and black thorns logo that’s already iconic. They call it “the revenge story of the decade.” They call me “the queen who rose from ashes, pregnant and unbreakable.” They call us “the most powerful couple in America.”