Who Wants To Marry A Billionaire Manga Novels & Stories

Do you honestly think a guy like Alexander Bluemoon is going to let me get away with defrauding him of that amount of cash? “Alexander Bluemoon? The alpha billionaire?” Miah queried in consternation. “He’s the guy who wants to hire a wife? For goodness’ sake, he’s always knee-deep in supermodels and actresses. Why would he have to pay a woman he doesn’t know to marry him?” “Because a long time ago, he was supposed to get married, but it didn’t work out. This time around, he wants a marriage of convenience on a strict business basis.”

Vivian felt that Dominic was finally paying attention to her. "Ah, that's right. My knitter sent you that birthday present. She left early because she wasn't feeling well. Besides, she also wants me to thank you for helping her son." "Hydrangea?" Dominic took the bouquet from Vivian's hand. He is a billionaire, his friends are all rich people, so Dominic rarely receives such a simple gift. Except for his close friends who sent him gifts privately, everyone else didn't give him gifts, simply because they thought Dominic was too rich and he lacked nothing.

"That sounds like you you want me to come back." I pushed him off me, ignoring how warm and solid he felt beneath my hand. "Good bye, Miss Belluci." He smiled. "I believe I will take your advice." I sighed as soon as he stepped outside my office, falling into my seat. "What was that about?" Helena, my best friend and business partner asked me. "You were in here for a long time." "He said he wants to marry me. If I do, he'll invest and I'll retain ownership."

there's no way I'd let Michael and Freya enjoy them; no way! Freya's POV [Billionaire Michael Smith set to marry promised bride from decades ago] I kept reading the headline news, and this happened to be the fifth time. I told myself I was going to be strong; I wouldn't break down. I couldn't believe that amidst everything that's happening, he's getting married. He even appeared on TV while awaiting trial; how could he be so cruel?

“It must feel good to marry a billionaire.” I turned toward her. She had that irritating smile on her face. “Don't start. I'd rather date a crippled beggar on the street than a billionaire blackwood” She laughed and reached for her phone. I rolled my eyes and turned back toward the dresses. One caught my attention. It was black, ridiculously short, and far bolder than anything I would normally choose, the straps were so thin that one wrong move will make me walk naked through out the party. I pulled it from the rack.

Steph said, turning to look out at some who were still staring at her. Emily sat in front of Steph on the chair. "You got married that's why." "How is that a reason to stare and whisper as I pass by." "You didn't just get married to anyone. You got married to the cities youngest billionaire and everyone's sweetheart. Do you know how many girls would kill to be in your shoes," Emily explained and Steph had never thought things would get this complicated. "I didn't know it was such a big deal." "Not a big deal!!" Emily smiled "who are you!!"

Third Book in the Billionaire Series. My Marriage is a Contract. Messed with my Arrogant Boss. The Billionaire’s Hidden Legacy "I don’t want to work for you. What if I refuse?" She asked and Lucas chuckled. "That, my dear, is not an option," Lucas replied as he dropped a pen on the file. "Sign it, or you can say goodbye to ever working,” he reminded her. Kiandra Aidan's life gets turned upside down when she gets drugged and has a one-night stand with a handsome stranger who turns out to be none other than a dangerous billionaire, Lucas Valencia and gets pregnant with his child.

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.

“What? I need to make sure that I’m getting the money after a year and I also need to make sure that Nathan will be nothing but a loyal husband. I’m not going to be pictured as the wife who constantly gets cheated on, yet she chooses to stay with her husband.” “Fine,” Malory agrees. Being married to Nathan is something I would have never imagined in my entire life, but I guess this can be one of the new wonders of the world. We’ll probably end up setting the house on fire. “When should I get married to my beloved?” Nathan sarcastically asks, making me roll my eyes. As if I'm dying to marry his ass. He is the one who needs me, not the other way around. Yes, I'm benefiting from this arranged m

“I need context, Ava. Context and tea. Because what I heard…” “You heard wrong.” I stride past her toward the couch. “I heard ‘prove the marriage is real,’ and unless he’s talking about a blood test, I did not hear wrong!” “Maya.” I drop onto the sofa, pinch the bridge of my nose. “It’s complicated.” “Then uncomplicate it.” “There’s nothing to explain.” Her brows shoot up. “So the billionaire you’re allegedly marrying didn’t just proposition you through legal paperwork?” I reach for the remote. “You’re being dramatic.”