Who Wants To Marry A Billionaire Manga Novels & Stories

“He was in it for a slice of the Ramsey billions.” Sarah tapped the desk with her finger to emphasize the train of reasoning in her mind. “He was going to rip her off.” “And she didn’t have that problem with Damien Winter,” Erin concluded. “Which is rather sad when you think about it, finding out you’re only being married for your money. I wonder if Charlotte Ramsey is happy with her British billionaire.” “Erin, you might write happy endings for your stories, but there’s no way you can guarantee them in true life,” her aunt said dryly.

Then explain it to me! He gazed at me—and really looked at me—and something in him changed. "This wedding. it's a sham. Selene and me? It's all about finances. She guaranteed my dad's company would make it through if I cooperated." My gut roiled. "And you went along with it? At first, yes. But then I met you." He cleared his throat. "You made me feel like I could breathe again." The admission hung between them like storm clouds.

I don't know why I no longer felt comfortable telling him my problems when he used to be the person I turned to. "What's complicated? There's nothing complicated if you decide for yourself, Ysabelle." "H-Huh?" I asked, confused. He pulled my hand, and I stumbled closer to him. "No one believes that you will actually marry that man. He's a tycoon from a super-rich family, very career-driven. It's impossible that he would suddenly accept you as his wife. I'm sure he agreed because there's a career-related deal with your father."

Tell me how much? Grandma Nengah was tempted by William's offer, but she immediately realized that her purpose in coming here was not just to earn money, but a good image as part of the Shin family that had been trampled on by the girl and everyone else in the restaurant just now. Grandma Nengah looked at William cynically. "You think you can kick me out with money? Just keep your money. I don't need to, I'm already a successful person anyway. I came here because I heard my granddaughter is getting married. Got that ? "

She had heard that a mansion here would cost at least $50 billion. She now comprehends how the man is able to give her $100,000 every week. Who is the man she married, exactly? Who is he, exactly? What is his identity?' She asked quietly, but her eyes were cold and indifferent, as if she were not surprised to be here. However, if you closely watched her, you would notice that she was surprised.

For two weeks, she didn’t get to see him and realised how briefly he was. She was amazed how rich such a man could be. She had always wanted to get married to a wealthy man, she just do not have any access to any. Being from a poor family, she realised that it was not easy to get all that she need without affluence and she had vowed never to go through what her parents went through. She want to be rich and if not… be the wife of a rich man … just like her boss. And thus she got an idea. Perhaps, her boss might marry her, he is a Muslim and a polygamous man as that, he could get married to someone like her…

replied the man with a tone as if he fully expected it. "What would you think if I told you that I'm going to get married? I need to do a wife casting" the dark-haired man commented lightly as if nothing had happened. "A wife casting? What the hell are you talking about?" he spoke with a strange voice "For God's sake, what do I have to do with that?" The man's voice already sounded a bit rude. "Please, it's not a joke. I need to get the best women in this community, even if they are foreigners. Better if they are, I wouldn't understand them at all and we would have the best fictional relationship"

Emma positioned my wheelchair at a table, ordered for both of us without asking what I wanted. "I can order for myself," I said. "You were going to order a salad. You need actual food. I got you the pasta." "I don't want pasta." "You're eating it anyway. You're growing a human. Humans need carbs." The food arrived. I ate the pasta. It was excellent. Emma was annoyingly right. "One week," she said suddenly. "One week?" "Until my wedding. Seven days. Then I'm married." "Nervous?" "Terrified. Excited. Both constantly. Is that normal?"

“What is this?” “A proposal,” he said. “A solution. My father’s will contains a clause that requires me to be married within the year to maintain certain corporate protections. I need a wife—under terms that protect my interests. You need payment for your brother’s surgery. I provide funds, you provide marriage for one year. No emotional entanglement. A formal, legal arrangement.” The room tilted in on itself. Elena felt disoriented as if the carpet had moved. “Are you—are you offering me money for marriage?” Her laugh sounded broken and incredulous. “That’s—cruel.”

His idea was a ridiculous one, something I was supposed to say no to and walk out, however I was standing before him fighting with my inner self on what to do. After a bad first encounter. I cooled down thanks to Charlie, who explained to me the situation. Apparently, the man I nearly fought with was the billionaire who wanted me as a wife. According to our encounter at the bar, his personality wasn't so pleasing. He looked like an arrogant man, a spoiled rich bachelor who thought marriage was just a game. Although I didn't intend to get married and settle down myself, I respected the bond of marriage a husband and wife formed because it was sacred. Either be it a love marriage or a forced m