Either stay married to an arrogantly conceited billionaire for one year and get a million dollars in return, or drown in her father’s debt with the risk of ending up on the streets. Signing the prenup suddenly seems harder than it looks. Ariana agrees to get married to Billionaire Williams Montenegro for a fee of 1 million dollars... as she struggles to get through the one year without losing her heart to Williams. Because falling in love was not stated in the contract.
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Married for A Million Dollars:.Chapter 1: Montenegro Williams the first.Not only is curdled milk revolting, the latest issue of Cosmopolitan—or whatever magazine Ariana had curiously picked up from her neighbor’s recycling bin last week—called it a bad omen.And then further added that in some dreams is interpreted as a sign of dirty money.While that does give her a sense of apprehension to look forward to for the rest of her day, she assures herself that she’s unfortunately not living a dream, but reality.Plus, the only reason why his milk expired was because she hadn’t found the time to clean out her fridge nor the money for groceries yet.So here Ariana is, finally throwing the milk out and mixes a concoction of leftover peanut butter crackers and cookie crumbs from the pits of her dwindling cookie jar as breakfast.She downs half a bowl and washes it away with a cup of black coffee before grabbing her keys and starting her walk to the bus station for her seven a.m shift at Roswell.Roswell is a three star diner at the corner of a bustling street. It’s home to both old and new players of the money industry who surprisingly respect and endorse the place. Surprisingly. Its tiny kitchen serves greasy breakfast goodness from seven to twelve, and just as fattening lunch from twelve to four.After all the other shops in the plaza close, Roswell’s private lounge opens to a night of politics, soju, and an all-you-can-eat buffet, meat edition.Ariana started working at Vene when she was fifteen. Back then she could only take the breakfast and lunch shifts since she wasn’t old enough to serve the evening alcohol.As a sophomore, she’d take afternoon shifts and the seven a.m ones on weekends. It made good money—and majority of the customers were white-collared workers who paid generous tips and cleaned up after themselves.Occasionally they’ll receive the less-dressed, perverted, seedier diners.It was during senior year when she took the opportunity to study dance at an academy in America that she missed the diner for seven months. She missed working there so much that she showed up at George’s office straight from the airport, asking for her old job back, which her manager was happily obliged to give.That was also when Gianna realized her job wasn’t just a nice pastime. It was the only thing that pulled her the past year.Times have been tough lately.Which is why Gianna needs this job.She would do anything to keep it.And by anything that means preventing herself from physically assaulting annoying customers, no matter how gross or complicated they were being.That meant she had to try her damndest from hurling a glass pitcher onto this beautiful man’s face.Williams Montenegro, qualified asshole.Sal poked his head in the break room earlier where Ariana was catching up with her psychology notes and informed her that Mr. Montenegro had specifically requested for her.That puzzled Ariana because none of the staff addressed Walter by his surname.The formalities have been dropped long ago. Plus, he never visited on weekends, let alone a Sunday morning.Ariana knows his schedule by heart so she can clear tables beforehand whenever she expects Walter to come by.So why would he want to summon her now?She tosses her binder aside anyway and heads out to the booth area. Ariana scans the room and upon finding Walter’s usual seat by the window empty, figures Sal had made a mistake.It was still weird, because it wasn’t like his coworker was able to miss Walter’s signature gray hair and booming voice.“Hey, over there,” Sal hollers behind the counter.She tilts her head in the direction of the farthest booth in the back, completely parallel from where Walter would’ve normally sat. Apparently Sal doesn’t know the deal either because he just nervously shrugs when Ariana raises a brow at him.As if this couldn’t get any shadier.Walter Montenegro was a ball of energy that never seemed to lose his youth at the ripe age of sixty seven. Everyone—including the guys—adore him.Even long-legged Sal would trip over air whenever he was within a two feet distance with the old man. He was a kid at heart, and Ariana enjoyed spending her shifts talking to him.Ariana makes her way to the back booth, only to be stopped by Javan’s smack on the ass as she walks past. She stops, takes a step back, and punches Javan’s bicep to which the punk only snickers at.“Damn Ari, you’ve got an arm,” he grins wolfishly. “Better use it on a whip and teach me how to be a good boy, yeah, babe?”Ariana wrinkles her nose. “And why would I be doing that when I could easily become an officer and use my arm to whack your face with a baton and then throw you into a dingy cell, where you belong?”But Javan just smirks. “Only you’d aspire to live above us pigs, Ari.”Ariana sweetly smiles.Javan, a regular, was next in line to inherit Kia Motors. There isn’t much above him besides the everyday billionaires and the Prime Minister.“Now don’t tempt me,” She teases. “Karma might be a bitch and have me marry one of you pigs and then I’ll end up being one of those celebrity housewives on TV.”Even Javan looks a little queasy at that idea. “God, no. You wouldn’t.”“It’ll be your fault if I do.” Ariana winks before continuing her way to the back where she expects Walter to greet her.The thought of the old sport visiting her on a weekend makes her feel giddy and excited. She even skips in her step.Dancer antics.Ariana hasn’t seen Walter for a few weeks now, not that it’s surprising.While Walter is a regular, he’s also a pretty busy and important man who frequents business trips. Hence why they haven’t been seeing him lately.She looks forward to catching up with him this morning and letting him taste their newest addition to the menu—red velvet brownies.“Hello, Wal—”Ariana stills, eyes narrowing at the man tapping his fingers impatiently against the wooden laminate in the booth.A face she once stored away in her memories lashed urgently before her. She hardly stops herself from concealing her gasp.Well, look who we have here.Heart beating wildly against her ribcage, Ariana blurts, “You are not Mr. Montenegro.”The man’s perfectly shaped brow arches at her accusation and Ariana feels the full blown effect of his hauteur before he can even open his mouth.Ariana doesn’t really expect it, but out comes a crisp, collected voice saying, “Pardon me?” while sounding demanding all the while.He has thick chestnut hair that curves at his nape and sweeps across his forehead in delicate waves, a prominent, straight and narrow nose, a jaw that could cut, and a pair of full pink lips, the top being thinner than the bottom.He’s awfully young by appearance, but his expression and actions give the impression that he’s older than he looks.What intrigues Ariana the most are his dark hazel eyes, equipped with the longest lashes she’s ever seen on a man, that are currently inspecting her in disdain.He’s definitely attractive—Ariana can’t help but admit the dark features of his eyes and hair are those of a walking wet dream. Even the quirk of his lips is sexy.Whatever Ariana had built up of him from the sources she acquired before doesn’t give the man justice, nor does it prepare her to actually face him at this moment.A moment she has been sort of dreaming, moreover dreading, for a while now.Breathe, Ariana. You barely know the guy despite what you think.She especially didn’t expect arrogance oozing out of him like an aura, with that stupid look he has on as if he could be doing anything else and anything better than sitting here in a rundown diner being scrutinized by a midget of a waiter.“My coworker said Mr. Montenegro came looking for me,” Ariana explains impatiently. “Well, I’m looking at you and you’re definitely not him.”A scowl replaces his smug expression. “I am definitely Mr. Montenegro—Montenegro Williams the first, to be exact.”.TBCMarried For A Million Dollars .Chapter 84: all good things come to an end . In the morning, Ariana found herself seated in the back of her chauffeur-driven car, heading toward her father-in-law's residence. The weight of guilt hung heavily on her, and she had made up her mind to come clean, to reveal the truth about her and Williams's marriage, and their evolving love, despite the contract that had initially bound them.Upon her arrival, the bodyguards directed her to the expansive garden within the Montenegro residence. As she stepped into the lush, well-manicured garden, her heart raced with anticipation. The beauty of the surroundings was starkly contrasted by the heavy burden of truth she was about to reveal.In the garden, Ariana's eyes fell upon two figures who had been waiting for her—Kingston and Walter. The bodyguards made her presence known, and both men turned to look at her. Ariana could feel the intensity of Kingston's gaze, a smirk playing on his lips. It was a kn
Married For A Million Dollars .Chapter 83: truth is surfacing. In the dining room of the Montenegro mansion, a grand family dinner was in progress. The room was adorned with exquisite chandeliers, fine china, and polished woodwork, exuding an air of sophistication and prestige.Seated around the long, ornate table were the members of the Montenegro family. Walter, the patriarch and head of the family, occupied the prominent position at the head of the table. Antonio, Quincy, and Warren, the siblings, were seated beside him, and Ariana at the ending presumably on Williams’s designated chair. As the meal progressed and the family enjoyed a sumptuous dinner, Antonio decided to share some significant news with the rest of the family. With a sense of resolution, he cleared his throat, gaining the attention of his family members. The atmosphere in the room suddenly shifted, all eyes turning to him.Antonio spoke, "I wanted to let you all know that I've cut all ties with Maguire Pari
Married For A Million Dollars .Chapter 82: behind the scenes . The luxurious office of Sean Ericsson was bathed in soft, ambient light as he dialed Nigel's number. Nigel, one of the individuals involved in the charity organization, had caused quite a stir during a previous meeting when he attempted to disgrace Ariana, Williams's wife. Sean was determined to prevent a similar incident from happening again.Nigel answered the call, and Sean got straight to the point. "Nigel, I wanted to talk to you about the upcoming charity board meeting. Ariana is coming back, and I don't want a repeat of what happened last time. I won't tolerate any attempts to discredit her."Nigel, while trying to sound accommodating, acknowledged Sean's concern. "Of course, Sean. I understand. We'll ensure that the meeting proceeds smoothly."As the call ended, Nigel immediately turned to his cousin, Kingston, who was sitting nearby. Kingston had his own grievances with Ariana, stemming from the belief that
Married For A Million Dollars .Chapter 81: Ariana Montenegro . The Montenegro family house was a true testament to opulence and grandeur. Its lavish interior exuded wealth and elegance, from the magnificent chandeliers that adorned the ceilings to the intricate artwork that graced the walls. Ariana had stepped into a world where luxury was a way of life, a stark contrast to her own humble beginnings.In the heart of this extravagant setting, she found Warren, the talented musician of the family, testing his skills on the grand piano in the spacious sitting room. The rich, melodious notes filled the room, and the expression of concentration on his face showed that he took his music seriously.As Ariana announced her presence, Warren paused his performance and turned to greet her. He wore a warm, welcoming smile and, with genuine affection, embraced her in a heartfelt hug. His embrace radiated the bond that had developed between them since her marriage to Williams.Warren's affectio
Married For A Million Dollars .Chapter 80: show of who’s bigger? . Ariana, sitting in the upscale store for the wealthy, glanced at the message on her phone from her stylist, Hana. The message revealed that Hana had relocated with her boyfriend to another state. Ariana couldn't help but smile at the news. She knew how long Hana had been dreaming of this change. With a sense of happiness for her friend's new journey, Ariana replied with a congratulatory message, expressing her best wishes for the exciting change ahead.Turning her attention back to the present, Ariana looked at her friend Jared, who was about to embark on a long-awaited date. She held Jared's 6-year-old son, Alexander, in her arms, a role that made her chuckle at the complexity of their shopping expedition.Jared appeared visibly frustrated as he browsed through the clothing racks, continuously dropping clothes with an exasperated expression. Alexander, sensing his father's irritation, went to hug him, seeking t
Married For A Million Dollars .Chapter 79: back to the beginnings . Ariana entered the familiar surroundings of Roswell Diner, the clinking of dishes and the murmur of patrons filling the air. She had come to meet her former boss, Sal, a man who had played a significant role in her life. As they settled in his private office for a candid conversation, Ariana couldn't help but feel a deep sense of gratitude.With a heartfelt smile, she began, "Sal, I can't thank you enough for everything you've done for me. You've been there when I needed it the most, and I want to show my appreciation."Sal, a warm and fatherly figure in her life, was taken aback but replied, "Ariana, you don't owe me anything. I was happy to help."Ariana was persistent, a hint of emotion in her voice as she insisted, "No, Sal, I really want to write you a cheque. You've been there for me since my days as a waitress here, and I've come so far thanks to your support."Sal paused, his eyes filled with genuine aff
Married For A Million Dollars .Chapter 78: the perfect plan . Ariana embarked on a solitary journey through the city's bustling streets in the comfort of her chauffeur-driven car. The city at night was a breathtaking spectacle of wealth and power. Tall, modern skyscrapers stood like giants, their shimmering lights forming constellations in the urban sky, testaments to the opulence that defined this metropolis.As the car glided through the city's vibrant arteries, Ariana's thoughts meandered through a labyrinth of emotions. Loneliness weighed heavily on her heart, its presence magnified by the extravagant life she led. Williams Montenegro, her billionaire husband, had left the country on a business venture three days ago. His departure had left a void in her life that no amount of luxury or privilege could fill. Despite the grand parties, glittering galas, and lavish gatherings she attended, they seemed nothing more than a facade, unable to dispel the desolation that had take
Married For A Million Dollars .Chapter 77: fair amount . The skin on her husband’s back is smooth and taut, hinting at the exceptional physical condition of his body. And what a condition. He has somehow managed to make Ariana, a average height woman with a fair amount of muscles around, feel small. Ariana dwells on that perception. She likes it. She fucking loves it.Is she horny? Ariana resist the urge to slap herself out of this thirsting bubble she’s been sucked in. It’s William’s fault for sure. She’s here trying to keep her anger up but being married to such an attractive creature has Ariana fighting her own demons instead of her husband.Although her own body doesn’t agree, she is truly sulking over the energy that Williams lacks to ask her what's wrong. It bothers her. Call her spoiled, but Williams should be panicking if Ariana ever frowns. So, she walks in her nightshirt towards the other sitting on the kitchen island. She can see Williams cutting the dry meat and mu
Married For A Million Dollars .Chapter 75:.A gentle silence lingers in the tranquillity of the elegantly embellished lounge room. The luxurious space feels isolated and vast, with high ceilings decorated with minimalistic chandeliers summoning a weak, golden light upon the elegant interior. The vast space’s sleek, modern design meshes seamlessly with the kitchen and bar next to it, resulting in a harmonious blend of modern setting with a bolder elegance. The neutral tones of the walls serve as a canvas for the vibrant colours of the furniture. A plush, velvet modular sofa of a deep hue occupies the centre of the room. The coffee table, made from a piece of polished marble, rests gracefully on top of a patterned rug.The place is decked out with fine art pieces sorted around the room. She, who is now a dot in the room, has chosen most of them. Ariana lets out a yawn. The fabric of her husband's oversized t-shirt drapes loosely around her shoulders. She takes a look at the clock
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