Who Wants To Marry A Billionaire Mga Nobela at Kwento

His face was covered with shock. "When I saw the news about Allen Walker's marriage, I told my wife several times that you weren't the bride. But I've just been proven wrong. What exactly are you up to, young lady? You want to get married to a billionaire and then run away with my money?" He asked as he stepped closer to me, his eyes traveled down to my fingers and when he didn't see a ring, his face scrunched up in confusion. This was exactly what I was afraid of. People would think because I married a billionaire and appeared on TV, then I was suddenly a billionaire too.

“I said it’s meaningful to me even if it’s not to you Demi, I love her. I’m serious, I know she’s from a status different from where I’m from but she makes me feel… “Stop it. I’ve told you, your love life has nothing to do with me…. “But I have no one to talk about it Demi, my mom and dad won’t accept it, my.. “Ain’t you a man or you are just grown up leaving your sense as a kid. Look, being the only one who listens to your trash talks doesn’t mean I’m interested every time, Even if it’s a janitor's daughter you want, I don’t care. Remember you owe me a ticket this weekend idiot.” Damien said and hung up. Mason drops his phone and sighs rubbing his hair frustrated, he just fell in love with

I am married to the richest, most aggravating, most complicated man in this city, and I did it for my mother's debt and to cover up two one-night stands, and this is my life now. Zane stood beside me, looking at the certificate briefly before sliding it into his jacket. He glanced over. "Hungry?" he asked. I stared at him. "It was a simple question." "You just married me in a government office on forty minutes notice and your follow-up is whether I want lunch?" "Brunch, technically." He checked his watch. "It's not quite noon." I opened my mouth. Closed it. Started walking toward my car. "Skylar." I stopped but didn't turn around.

I watched as Karl came out of the walk-in closet with his sweat pants in hand. "Why did you marry me?" My question stopped Karl on his track and he turned to stare at me. "Why did you marry me, Karl? I know why i married you. It's because everyone in my family is greedy and wanted more money... Your families money. Where as you, there is absolutely nothing you can get from me. No benefits. So why did you agree to marry me, Karl? Why if you were going to be miserable all the time?" Karl's jaw clenched as he kept staring at me without saying anything. I pushed away from the door to walk closer to my husband.

“Well, I don’t see what the big deal is. She obviously doesn’t want to get married to this guy, whoever he is. I don’t get why you are making such a big deal out of it. Just tell the guy the wedding has been called off because Victoria doesn’t want to get married to him. It’ll hurt, that is if he is in love with her, which I highly doubt, but at least they will not make the mistake of getting married to each other without love.” “Just listen to yourself. You expect me to go and tell someone that his bride to be is no longer interested in marrying him. Do you know the sort of shame that this will bring to both families? I have invited almost all my friends and even some of my enemies, mind yo

she cried. "Look, I don't think there is any way out of this than eloping," he continued. "And then I'll watch my parents go to prison?" She asked. "And so you want to marry him?!" He barked. She kept silent and walked away from him. "I can't watch my parents go to prison!" She yelled. "Oh really, you want to marry him, right? Because he is Rich? Yes, because he is a billionaire?" He asked angrily. "Stop it! I don't want to marry him! What woman on earth would want to marry a man like him!" She yelled.

She shrugged her shoulders making Sana’s eyes go wide. “Bitch? He is one of the most eligible bachelors in LA. His grandfather owns the biggest chain in the hotel industry in the state. He is listed second in the top ten youngest billionaires list. Here. He is surrounded by paparazzi. Oh my God, he looks yummy too. You just hit a jackpot.” She was jumping excitedly up and down while looking still shocked. Her heart skipped a beat. She had never really thought of it that way. Marrying a billionaire meant she would be in the eyes of the media. Her eyes widened.

“You have no idea what it took to be ‘fine.’” I shook my head. “I don’t want to see you. I don’t want to talk to you. Whatever you came here for, you can turn around and leave.” That was when his eyes changed. It was subtle, but I knew that look. “I saw you on the news,” he said slowly. “With that billionaire guy.” My stomach tightened. “And?” “I heard you’re married to him now.” I said nothing. “You see,” he continued, nodding like he’d just solved a puzzle, “I knew you were going to do fine for yourself.”

It was easier when I could think of him as just some cold billionaire who didn't care about anyone but himself. "Your father mentioned something about shareholders?" I said, trying to get back on track. "And needing to settle down?" A muscle in his jaw tightened. "My personal life became a liability. There was a situation with someone I was dating who turned out to be more interested in selling stories to tabloids than anything else. The board feels I need to project a more... stable image." "So you need a wife for your image, and I need your money for my mother's treatment. Quite the romantic foundation."

"But only on three conditions." "I'm listening." "First, be honest about why you really want to marry me." "I thought I was clear. It's purely for my business and -" "Bullshit." I cut him off. "I'm not as dumb as you think, Mr Hunt. Your company is worth billions. You are the most successful entrepreneur in the country. You don't need to marry some stupid random girl to boost your business. So, what's the reason a billionaire like you is so desperate to marry me."