Novel & Cerita Billionaire Romance Movies

They are drowning in colossal debts. “Mom, I can’t marry a stranger. I’m in love with someone else, and I just got engaged.” She showed her mother the engagement ring in her hand. Lucia breathed out sharply. “If your boyfriend is a billionaire that can help us with our debts, go marry him. If not, forget about him. He’s useless.” “Mom!” She suddenly stood up, and her palm hit the wooden table.

My eyes went wide in shock when I saw the picture of Sally and James in a bar. "Is the billionaire's wife cheating on him with another handsome billionaire?" The caption read. I folded my fist. I began to scroll through the comments in the post. It had twelve thousand likes and twenty-five thousand comments. I opened the comment and began to scan through to see what viewers had to say about the picture. "I'm sure it's her husband's fault. Men of nowadays do not look after their wives anymore." "What do you expect when he left his wife at the wedding and also at his friend's party?"

She was surrounded by wealth and personal assets everywhere, but she thirsted for affection. "I also want to arrange a marriage between Faith and Dr. Kasih. It seems it's time for them to get married. Dr. Kasih is becoming more beautiful by the day. There are surely many men out there who want to be with her. I don't want to miss out, Dr. Roland! I've liked Dr. Kasih since she was little, and now that she's grown, I want to match her with my grandson, Faith. Is that wrong? I want to see my great-grandchild from them," Grandma Meri said, her heart heavy.

In contemporary romance novels, wealthy heirs would marry a woman in name to avoid being pressured into marriage by their families, and then divorce when the timing was right. Therefore, the man in front of her must be a wealthy heir. "What did you say your name was again?" Jane asked subconsciously. Damien's lips curved into a smile. "I apologize for not introducing myself properly earlier. My name is Damien Wolfe, Miss Austen." Though his voice was not particularly loud, it seemed to echo through the room. Damien Wolfe...Damien... Jane's expression suddenly changed. Could he be that Damien Wolfe? she thought.

“She is a top businesswoman, owning hotels in some countries we don’t have hotels in. it will give us a good hand.” Aaron studied his brother. “Is that why you married Zoe?’ He asked and got the attention he desired. “Because I don’t buy the nonsense of being in love with each other secretly.” Avery looked at him and decided not to react. He only took his pen and signed the contract. “Mia said she told her.” Aaron continued and Avery confirmed by nodding his head. “She did and I’m sure she did a good job.” He replied, wishing they wouldn’t talk about it

The audience is seated facing the stage that has huge curtains draped over it. “I’m so excited,” Agatha beams, nearly falling out of her seat, “I hope it’s Othello.” “That’s boring,” Louis counters, “It should be Romeo and Juliet instead.” While they argue about which Shakespearean play should be displayed, I stare dead at the stage in a bid to avoid locking eyes with Neal. The billionaire has officially lost it. All through today, I can count how many times he hasn’t hovered. Those times, I was probably hiding in our room and away from his clinging eyes. Even in the one hour we spent with the clients, it was obvious how smitten he is.

I sighed, pulling out the contract and going over it. I wet my lips, and glued my eyes at the money stated in the contract that Massimo was offering to pay. It was a ridiculous huge amount, but I wasn’t fazed. I had seen a lot of that during my time as a billionaire heiress before that bastard, Gibson, ruined my life. I gripped the pen tight in anger. “Careful not to snap it into two,” Massimo’s voice interrupted my drift, shattering my peace and silence like a glass.

The press had likely already drafted tomorrow's headlines: [Billionaire Heiress Falls for Finance Prince—A Match Made in Heaven] But now… Now the story was about to get a lot juicier: [Billionaire Heiress Has a Man—CEO Nick Hunt Boldly Claims His Wife, Finance Prince Heartbroken On the Spot…] Nick's words went unanswered by Henry, whose lips twitched slightly before he turned and took his seat. Nick was the CEO of the Hunt Group. Henry's cold treatment of him, despite being his grandfather-in-law, made things undeniably awkward.

"Even if he's domineering? Even if he's terrifyingly manipulative and completely controls the situation?" "Girl, he's offering her a fresh start, her dream career back, absolute financial freedom, and a million-dollar exit cheque!" Maya gushed, clasping her hands together dramatically. "Plus, in those stories, the terrifying, brooding billionaire is always secretly down bad for the heroine! It’s toxic, it’s dramatic, it’s dark romance perfection! Who turns down a billionaire knight in a dark suit?" Celine let out a soft, exasperated sigh, shaking her head at her friend's hopeless obsession with domineering men and dramatic romance tropes. "You're absurd."

And when she came, he pulled her against his chest and thrust up into her, hard and brutal, until he exploded inside her with a groan. Then he stood. Carried her, still joined, to the window. Pushed her against the glass. And fucked her one last time with the city lights below them. ⸻ When he finally let her go, she slid to the floor—used, sore, ruined. He bent, kissed her forehead. “Your job’s almost over.” She blinked up at him, dazed. “You’ll miss me when I’m gone,” he said. And walked away. No apology. No affection. Just a billionaire who got what he wanted— And left her needing more.