Who Wants To Marry A Billionaire Novels & Stories

Bibi says and she was thinking about what to do, but she likes money and she wants to become a billionaire and lives a large life that her parents never lived, A few minutes later, Bibi called her, “hello Bibi” 'Tara says, “what's up?“ Bibi asked, “eeh, Bibi, what you advised me Is about manifesting, he has proposed to me, she said that she wants us to get married, she started appealing to me” 'Tara says, “what did you see to his proposal?“ 'Tara asked,

She looked at him,"You are a wealthy handsome billionaire, true to say there are millions of girls who want to marry you but you… I just want to know what's your reason for marrying me." His hands curling into light fists, he answered,"Because you are…" "I know there's no love… so before you say it just know that I'll know it if you lie to me.", She kept looking at him as he moved both of his hands behind his back and curled his hands into fists as he looked at her. "Because I just wanted to marry a girl like you." "A girl like me?"As she questioned he replied,"I won't stop you from drinking if you want to drink. You can…" she interrupted him as she added,"I see. So famous businessman Denzel

"Then I asked you for a dance and you obliged...” “Well, it is not every day you get asked to dance by a billionaire...” He furrowed his brows. “You didn’t know I was a billionaire” She stilled. “It wasn’t hard to figure it out" He stared at her not saying a word. “I want things to be different for us" she began. "I want back the spark in our relationship...” “You don’t wish these things to be a reality" “We can try" she cupped his face. “I do not want to lose you" she admitted.

"You don't need to look that shocked. I need to get married. My bride just ditched me. I need a bride and I want you to be my bride. I'm ready to pay anything." She suddenly looked disgusted. She had expected his condescending pride. One she knew most billionaires inevitably had. But she was disgusted he sounded so sure money was just enough to convince her. "I don't need your money. What d'you think I am? What d'you take me for? A bride on sale?" He scratched his head regretfully. "I didn't mean it like that..." "Of course you didn't," she cut in sarcastically.

If you wished to survive in this high-society circle, you needed to have the hand of this woman above your head to breathe freely. I had seen and heard a lot about her, which was enough for me to judge who she was. She was getting married to a billionaire. No wonder. The looks that men gave her or the desperate behavior that they showed ahead of her were something that disgusted me most of the time. These men were the owners of billion-dollar businesses, but ahead of this woman, they were all puppies, or should I say, some teenage boys who were hopelessly romantic. It was fun to watch how she used all of them for her benefit, and they didn’t mind. But I was more curious to meet the man who h

I mutter into his chest, "he doesn't act like I exist unless other people are around. He gets a new girl into his bed almost every night. This marriage is a joke." "I'm sorry," he mutters into my hair, "if I could do anything I would. Who is the guy you're marrying?" "Leon Bailey," I tell him while lifting my head off of his chest, "he is the worst person, I thought that Jacob was in my business class. I was so wrong!" "The stupid billionaire playboy?" Oliver asks and I nod, "he's on almost every magazine this month. He's the talk of America basically."

And the need of money lead me to here. Therefore,I need to marry him. It's decided! Don't know how he looks. Well,dosen't matter anymore. I just need to marry. I hope we don't run ourselves into each other. Although, I only heard about him. But it doesn't matter. He will be billionaire or President. I sighed. I wasn't willing to have any love marriage but I always wanted to have love in our marriage.

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"

They are drowning in colossal debts. “Mom, I can’t marry a stranger. I’m in love with someone else, and I just got engaged.” She showed her mother the engagement ring in her hand. Lucia breathed out sharply. “If your boyfriend is a billionaire that can help us with our debts, go marry him. If not, forget about him. He’s useless.” “Mom!” She suddenly stood up, and her palm hit the wooden table.

“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?”