Alpha Billionaire Romance Novels & Stories

the cashier started. "I know what you were doing. Charge the card and stop trying to fix it." Damon handed him the card, and Beth walked off, not sure if she were mortified or turned on by Damon being the alpha asshole he'd always been. Some part of her knew that would never change, but did she really want it to? No. Not in the slightest. He made life fun, entertaining, sexy. "You ready, baby?" He moved up beside her with a few bags in his hand and his other one extended toward her.

Every girl craved to lie on the golden bed. The bathroom door had cracked open, Donald stepped out with a towel wrapped around his waist, as water dripped down his body. He was extremely muscular and gorgeous. Brittany was taken aback by the sight of his bare chest. The last thing she had expected was to see the famous Donald Wright, standing shirtless before her, especially when it wasn't a sporting activities. It was an opportunity every girl wished for. Donald wasn't just rich, but gorgeous. He was capable of taking care of any woman, and also giving her adorable kids.

My chest tightens painfully as I stare at the screen, frozen, Derek and Anastasia are walking in first, and his hand is wrapped around her waist like it belongs there, like it has always belonged there and then I hear it. “Let’s welcome Mr. and Mrs. Addams in the building, the world’s youngest billionaire!” The words hit me like a slap. Mr. and Mrs. Mrs. My heart sinks even deeper as the reality settles in, sharp “Also, as a special guest, we will be having Mr. Daniel Victor Aiden, a renowned nutritionist, in the room with us!” The crowd erupts into applause, I let out a hollow, humorless breath, of course. Of course this is happening.

Leaving My Heart Behind Ecca's POV I adjusted my blazer again and looked at the big clock in the lobby. The room was busy with important business people talking, fancy lights hanging from the ceiling, and glasses making soft noises now and then. Tonight marked the 20th anniversary of Atlas Corporation, a day I had hoped to celebrate as Markos' wife, not just his secretary. Five years ago, I was Ecca Beaumont, the heiress to the Beaumont fortune, married to a man I thought loved me more than anything.

If I could become a real werewolf like everyone else, have my strength and abilities, then maybe I'd stand a chance with him, against him. I would have been able to get through the day if it hadn't been the tedious dress fitting that went on the whole day. I suppose the Alpha wouldn't want to be marrying a girl dressed in rags. The dresses were all gorgeous. They'd selected really beautiful dresses fit for a real Luna. At least I got to pick the one I wished to wear. A beautiful ivory lace gown with intricate gold accents around the neckline. The skirt billowed out, the train pooling in a circle on the floor. It trailed behind me as I moved.

Spending time with her relaxed me a bit and I felt a bit better by the time she was in bed and I was reading her a bedtime story. “I love you, Dalia”, she murmured and drifted off to sleep. Without any warning, my tears fell and I almost choked trying not to let out a sound. I love you too, Amber, I cried internally. She caught my eyes and heart since day one and I wished fervently that she were mine. Why did Aba show up now? Why is she trying to ruin what I have with Alexander? Why can’t I have a normal life? “Sweet dreams, Princess”, I kissed her forehead as gently as I could and left her room.

“You won’t get away with this. So let us go and I’ll pretend that none of this ever happened. We never had this meeting and no one gets hurt—.” The Alpha cackled. He reached out to touch my cheek but I backed away to the couch, deeper into the room. “That doesn’t benefit me at all.” He kept moving towards me, his eyes already shredding my dress to tatters, and my feet kept shuffling back. “You don’t want a war with Black Crest!” “For your Omega cunt…,” He wet his lower lip, unbuttoning his shirt and unbuckling himself, “worth every bit—.” He pounced onto me

“The one who follows him around.” I scoffed with anger. “I do not follow him around.” “Look little girl.” Just as I was about to protest. She pressed her long manicure nail on my lips, swiftly making me swallow my own words. “Alex Bianchi is a billionaire with a status. Who are you? Some random girl from the streets? He’ll fuck you once, maybe twice if you are lucky but in the end he’ll come to someone like me, someone who understands him and someone in his league. Got it?”

"It’s more believable. Couples in love don’t live in separate boroughs." She stared at him. "You’re out of your mind." "You already said yes. Consider this an upgrade." "What about my job, do I have to quit it?" "Quit it. Or keep it and ruin the illusion."said he Eden breathed in deeply. This man was relentless. Controlled. And clearly used to getting everything he wanted. "I want ten thousand," she said. His eyes sparkled. "Now we’re negotiating." Later, Cassian showed her to the guest suite that was now hers. It overlooked the Hudson, decorated in minimalist tones that felt like a catalog page. Not a trace of humanity in sight.

I have a date today i can't do that maybe tomorrow. Alicia had spare time on her hands so she decided to update her ‘ how to bag a billionaire’ journal on Alexander Kings .She wrote ‘ the man is almost impossible to crack , seems to have no feelings and the strictest of all the billionaires she met . He seems to have no social life and is a workaholic , apart from him having no record of him having a woman on his life online there's no such evidence of him having a woman in his life in reality too._’ . She closed the journal with a thump wondering if she should quit by the way she had already had Dylan and Dimitri activity chasing her and she would probably agree to officially be in a relati