Who Wants To Marry A Billionaire Novels & Stories

Yes, I'm going to marry a billionaire named Lexus Clark Salvatore. Good luck to me. Really.

His acquisition of three Silicon Ville unicorns had gotten him on the cover of Fortune. Even if I were Ethan's biological sister, I would not be worthy of walking into Zach's office. Chloe laughed too. "Come on, Summer. Be realistic. Billionaires don't marry for love. They marry for alliances and money. If Zach is going to get married, it will be to a senator's daughter or a European aristocrat. There's no way he'd marry you." She giggled. "If you want a rich man, at least make your story believable."

She dropped her cutlery and pulled her chair closer to mine. "You just have to marry a multi billionaire." I replied and saw confusion cloud her curious face. "A multi billionaire? Where do I find another multi billionaire?" She asked and I held back a groan. Why would she have to search for another one when I was here in front of her? This just further cemented the fact that Lisa didn't see me as anything more than we had agreed initially. "And besides, you turned a billionaire without getting married. I want to be able to be a billionaire without getting it from my billionaire husband" she replied and I gave her a small smile before reaching forward and pulling her cheek.

A staring competition had started between Ariana and her parents. She desperately needed answers because she couldn’t understand why this strange man had decided to ask to marry her out of all things he could possibly ask for. Her mother sighed. “Alexander savage is a multi billionaire”. Martha said. “So?” Ariana raised her brow at her mother, her mother had mentioned him being a multi billionaire as if it was supposed to explain why he was suddenly interested in marrying her. “Mum what if he is a billionaire, why does he want to get married to me?” She asked.

"I left him while you were still growing inside me. I chose you over everything he had. And I would choose you again a thousand times." I reached across and put my small hand over hers. She turned her palm up and held it. "Promise me something," she whispered. "Anything, Mama." "Never marry a billionaire." .... *Twenty three years later.* .... The restaurant was beautiful in the way that expensive things always are, all dim gold lighting and white linen and the kind of silence that money buys so that rich people never have to hear the world outside. I sat across from Gabriel Weston and watched his mouth move. He was saying the right things. They always say the right things. Flowers on the ta

‘I want to marry you. There was a beat of silence. Then he blinked. ‘I mean—not really marry you,’ I added in a rush, the dam well and truly broken now. ‘I mean yes, technically, but not romantically. It’s fake. A cover. A bluff. A strategic performance. My parents—okay, my mum—has basically gone full villain mode and is trying to auction me off to some obscenely wealthy fifty-year-old who owns like, half the shipping industry and is on the hunt for Wife Number Five, and if I don’t show up with someone even richer and more terrifying, she’s going to force me into some grotesque merger of souls and assets. I’ve got three days to conjure up a billionaire fiancé with serious scary-man energy, a

Marry him? Was this a joke? Some sick power move? This was the third time I'm seeing him in my life, and I don't even know anything about him—except that he's the popular billionaire CEO of Sutherland enterprises, and he wants me to marry him? A fake marriage? A contract marriage?? He wants me to enslave myself in some marriage while I am still dealing with heartbreak and betrayal from Albert?? I looked down at the folder again. Sarah's name stared up at me like a lifeline—and a chain.

My father made some bad investments and now, his wife has taken matters into her own hands to marry me off to a scary billionaire. Does she even care for my well being or was it all about keeping her fancy jewelries and Birkin bags? “The wedding will take place in a week’s time,” The billionaire announced. “A week?” Mother echoed. “That is not enough time to prepare.” “It is when you can pay people to speed up the process for you. Tell me what you want and I will find the best people in the country to get it done.” His voice bounced off the walls and vibrated my eardrums. A week. My life was being snatched from my fingers like a sharp object in the prying fingers of a kid. And I had no choic

Her voice went high, confused, almost offended on my behalf. I shrugged, trying to breathe through the pressure building in my chest. “I don’t know. But the lawyer said that if I refuse to marry Caleb within seven days, he will get all his inheritance. If Caleb refuses, I get everything. We have to get married and have a boy child within a year of being married so that if anything happens to us, he can take over the businesses in the future." Jen stared at me, blinking repeatedly. “Emily, I am extremely confused. Do you mind telling me what happened, again? You're saying you are expected to marry a stranger and have a kid with him?" I nodded, burying my face in my hands, feeling overwhelmed.