Married to the Billionaire by Chance

Patrick Stone was 29 and his parents longed for him to get married. His girlfriend, Gracelyn, was OK with everything until they talked about the house and the betrothal gift. Patrick's offer made her feel like she was walking into an elaborate trap, not a marriage.

"To serve the husband and the children dutifully? What am I? A free maid? Why didn't I find out this calculating side of you before?" Gracelyn chuckled bitterly. She berated herself for not realizing that Patrick didn't care about spending time but money. He treated her well before because he wanted to bind a free servant to him forever.

Her mind was in a mess. Finally, she sobered up as the chilling wind blew by.

Patrick was trying his best to convince Gracelyn. Holding her hand, he said, "Grace, how could you say that about me? I'm about to get a promotion. I can be the breadwinner and you don't have to work anymore. I want to marry you and give you a good life."

Gracelyn broke free of his grip and stood up, looking down at Patrick as he sat on the chair.

"We're not getting married."

Fuming, she turned around, her heart breaking. "Give me back the money you owe me or I'll see you in court."

Patrick watched Gracelyn get in a taxi. As the taxi disappeared from his sight gradually, his mild expression dropped immediately, and his features twisted because of anger.

Gracelyn lived in a building that had no elevator. Her neighbor across the hall was an old man who lived alone. Gracelyn would drop by his home and check on him every day.

"You're back, Grace. Come on in."

Gracelyn walked through the door and saw a young woman standing in the living room. She looked beautiful and proud.

The woman glanced at Gracelyn before turning back to the old man. "Mr. Latimer, I'll be blunt to save both of our time. Your grandson doesn't even have a house. Do you expect us to live in this tumbledown home after we get married and have kids? Just forget it."

Philip Latimer's face fell over the woman's words. Before he could retort, a deep voice came from the bathroom.

"Miss Warren, I have no plan of marrying you."

The owner of the sultry voice was a handsome young man. He had a tall figure and chiseled features. The sleeves of his black shirt were rolled up and he looked polished and aloof. With his elegant vibe, Gracelyn wouldn't have thought he was poor if they had met elsewhere.

Aiyana Warren flushed in anger and glared at the young man. "I don't want to marry you either. You're 30 and have nothing to show for it. Despite your looks, you're utterly useless. You're just a good-for-nothing loser."

Jovanny Latimer sneered and gracefully made a gesture to see someone out. "See yourself out."

Aiyana grabbed her purse and stormed out. The angry clicks of her high heels echoed through the hall. Awkward glances were exchanged among the others.

"Grace, don't just stand there. I'm sorry that you have to see this. This is Jovanny Latimer, my grandson. You were playmates when you were children. Do you remember him?"

"Philip, since Jovanny is here to fix the water pipe, I shall go now."

"What's your rush? I want to talk to you for a little longer. Didn't you visit your boyfriend's parents tonight to talk about the wedding? How does it go?" Philip pulled Gracelyn back on the couch as she stood up.

The question gave Gracelyn pause as her heart started aching again. "There won't be a wedding... We broke up..."

Philip was shocked. But when he recovered from the shock, there was a glint of joy in his eyes. Gracelyn didn't know how to explain to him about the breakup and merely said, "There are things that we can't agree on."

"Do you mean the house and the betrothal gift?"

"Something like that..."

Philip's eyes lit up and he looked over his shoulder, shouting in the direction of the bathroom. His voice was loud and spirited regardless of his age. "Jovanny, come here."

Gracelyn was confused and wondered what Philip was up to. Jovanny sat down on the couch calmly. Philip took Gracelyn's hand in his and said seriously.

"Grace, would you take Jovanny as your boyfriend?"

"What?" Gracelyn jumped and automatically looked at Jovanny. While she was at a loss, Jovanny was calm, though there was a tinge of resignation on his stony face.

Philip said, "Grace, to be honest, I've always wanted you to be my granddaughter-in-law. But this brat has been overseas before and you have a boyfriend. Therefore, I never showed it. But the chance has come. Jovanny is back and you have broken up. This must be fate. You should get married."

Gracelyn was stunned by Philip's words as if she had been struck by lightning.

"He has many shortcomings. But overall, he's a good man. You know I won't do anything to harm you, right? As long as you agree to marry him, I can give you as many betrothal gifts as you ask for. You don't need to worry about his opinion."

Philip was like a salesman who was desperate to clear his inventory, trying his best to convince Gracelyn regardless of Jovanny's feelings.

"Grandpa, maybe you should let us talk about it since it's our marriage."

Jovanny could tell that Philip liked Gracelyn a lot. If he didn't stop Philip, Philip was going to tell Gracelyn all his secrets.

Philip eyed him suspiciously. "Can you talk to Gracelyn nicely?"