Who Wants To Marry A Billionaire Novels & Stories

“Tell me who he is and why he chose me as his wife.” She stood petrified in front of me, as if she didn’t know what to say, but I wouldn’t let her get away before she answered all my questions. “I don't understand why he chose you as his wife,” her voice came out shaky and slurred, “but Mr. Gregory is the heir to a multi-billion dollar empire. He needs a wife to take over the family business.” “Billionaire?” I whispered, and it was as if my strength went out like a balloon. ”I married a billionaire?”

Damn! She looked at his face and knew what she should say and what she should not, she quickly shook her head to make him believe her, "No of course, I mean my word. What do you take me for? Will I be so petty? Money is nothing hehe" She said quickly. She felt sad that she was forced to lie against her conscience. Money means everything to her, but damn! Who asked her to marry a billionaire husband. She looked at his expression and saw that it was back to normal now, she heaved a sigh of relief.

"You want me to marry you? I can't. I won't. You already have a bride waiting for you." "No, Ella. Listen to me." Aiden moved closer, desperation evident in his eyes. "I promise I'll make this right. That wedding means nothing to me." He gently took her hand. "I'll call it off, Ella. I swear I will.” I am not desperate to marry a billionaire.I am not covetous. Marry whoever your family wants and never come my way again. Ella left for her room in disappointment. I got pregnant by a callboy and this callboy is a billionaire, he's getting married very soon. In a few months,my baby will be in this world and I will be dropping my baby with someone who isn't her father.Ella was completely lost in

“I know how it sounds, baby. I do. And if there was any other way, believe me, I’d take it. But this… this is our last shot.” I looked away, biting hard on the inside of my cheek to keep the tears from falling. My thoughts were spinning. One heartbreak wasn’t enough and now I am being sold to another man that I know nothing about. “And who is he? This man, that wants to marry me.” I asked. “He’s a billionaire,” my dad said carefully. “He’s powerful and well-connected. He promised full financial backing. He said he’d save the business, wipe out all our debts and not just that.. he wants to grow and expand it and then us global.” I’m

Raya took the card from him. “Okay sir.” She managed and before she could say anything else he and his bodyguards had already turned to leave. There was mumbling amongst the crowd. The girl has no status, why would Fredrick Renolds want his son to marry her? Some asked. Who is this mysterious girl and why is the wealthy Fredrick Renolds suddenly interested in her? Others wondered. Raya wished she had the answers to their questions because she was also as confused as the rest of them. Why would the most influential man in the entire town want his son to marry her, the daughter of a nobody?

Outside, the city blurred into night; inside, the car hummed with a quiet that broke only when a notification buzzed on Elena’s phone—an alert of headlines and speculation already forming online. She opened it with hands that trembled only slightly and saw the first of the morning’s angles beginning to take shape. Her breath caught when she read a line that had begun its life as a whisper at the table and now sat bold and hungry on the screen: *“Billionaire’s bride: business move or true love?”*

He had a plain expression like he hadn’t just uttered the craziest words to her. He turned and without sparing anyone a single glance, walked straight out of the hall to disappear leaving so many confused people behind. Emily, topping the list. She had about a hundred things to say about but at that moment, all she could make up was the fact that she had set herself up. She was getting married to a lunatic. A billionaire who somehow managed to be a lunatic. —- Before Emily’s marriage in only a couple of weeks was announced, she had a life before. One she couldn’t just dismiss so easily.

Our social circle rarely cross because the Blackwoods were old money, my family was new money. Kian Blackwood, the youngest billionaire in New York,the most eligible bachelor and the most influential man in the city was standing in front of me, proposing a contract marriage. I didn't know whether to feel blessed or cursed. Blessed because a billionaire just expressed his intentions to marry me. Just associating with the Blackwood is like hitting a jackpot. Cursed, because I don't understand why he would want me to agree to that kind of arrangement. What if it's something illegal or harmful? You can't always trust these billionaires.