Unexpected Billionaire: Accidental Marriage Novels & Stories

I had to be strong. Unconsciously, I replayed the offer again. Marry a man I barely know. Live together as husband and wife for fourteen months. No emotion. No attachment. Just appearance. How could I manage that? But the amount was enormous. Millions of dollars. I could clear my parents’ debts, pay my sister’s medical bills, maybe even take her out of the hospital. I could start fresh build my own business. But at what cost? I knew the world of wealthy men was entirely different. Could I adapt? Could I survive? Could I keep my independence or would I become a pawn in a twisted game?

If only he hadn’t promised her that he would not disturb her again, he would have gone to ask her for more money. Going back on his former decision, he picked up his bottle of booze and took another large chug of it, then got up and turned on his small television, so that he could at least, have some sound in the room. He didn’t even bother watching it, but he soon heard a name that made his head jerk up. It was Tracy’s name, and the news that he was hearing shocked him more than he had thought that he could be shocked. Apparently, the guy whom she was getting married to – the same guy whom she had said was not rich, was a freaking billionaire.

And I never thought I'd be getting into a fake marriage in my life. It's something I read about in Chloe's romance books. It's not real...it doesn't happen in real life but here I am, fake marrying one of the richest men in the city for a million dollars. Nothing can be crazier than this. I noticed that everyone was looking at me just then, do they think that I am going to bolt? "I do"

They were both naked and the only reason her nudity wasn’t visible was because a blanket covered both their modesty. “Oh no. How could this happen?” She continued scrolling through the post until she reached the comments. She flinched at most them, bold rude and derogatory remarks about herself. What a whore, I’m very sure that she had slept with him in order to get something in return. Such a beauty wasted with that gold-digger mindset of hers. It's not a surprise why the young billionaire has never had a girlfriend. It must be tiring knowing that every girl around you only wanted your money.

“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.”

“We need to talk” The message appeared boldly on my phone screen. I stared intensely at it. My heartbeat was pounding in my ears a little bit louder. I knew who the sender was. Alexander Donovan, one of the most eligible bachelors in the country. A cold and aloof business man, a tyrant in the business world. So does the magazine I always read, says. The stranger I had signed a marriage certificate with forcefully. Being occupied with my feelings for Pete made me forget something this important. A heavy sigh escaped from my mouth.

Julian read the headline: "EXCLUSIVE: THE BLACKOUT WEDDING. Sources confirm billionaire Adrian Whitmore and Arabella Ashford were officially married two days ago in an ultra-private, highly secured location in the Hudson Valley, completely outsmarting high-society observers. The new Madame Whitmore is reportedly resting comfortably at an undisclosed honeymoon estate." The phone in Julian Vance’s hand felt suddenly hot and heavy as the bold text of the headline flashed like a physical blow. ...completely outsmarting high-society observers. The new Madame Whitmore is reportedly resting comfortably at an undisclosed honeymoon estate.

“And this has to do with me?” “I want you to marry me.” The café seemed to tilt. She laughed. Loudly. “That’s insane.” He reached into his coat and placed a folded document on the table. A check. Her laughter died. The amount made her dizzy. Half a million dollars. “I’ll cover your mother’s medical bills,” he said. “All of them. Immediately. The rest is yours.” Her hands trembled. “You don’t even know me.” “I don’t need to.” “That’s supposed to convince me?”

I studied the room once more—the press scrambling to draft headlines, investors recalculating projections, celebrities posting discreet photos that would ignite social media within minutes. The biggest deal in Sterling history, with a marriage revealed and an heir on the way, all in one night. I placed my hand over hers, resting where it curved protectively over our children. The empire had always been my responsibility but this….this was ours.

She recoiled, her heart racing, taken aback by the force of his response. Neil took a step toward her, his eyes cold and unyielding. "Ivan Anderson is not a billionaire, Alysha. He's almost a trillionaire," he spat, the words hanging in the air like an ominous cloud. Alysha’s breath caught in her throat, her eyes wide with disbelief. “What?” she whispered, her voice barely audible as the realization sank in. The man she had unknowingly given her heart to was not just wealthy—he was beyond comprehension. But Neil wasn’t done.