Novel & Cerita Billionaire Romance

Everyone was happy except the two of us. Lexus who was in front of me didn't speak. He doesn't want to, does he? Because come to think of it, how will our lives be? How can we live with each other? We don't even know each other very well. They both congratulated us. I just smiled. But somehow I felt relief that he was the one I would marry. At least our family knew each other. And…. Yes, I'm going to marry a billionaire named Lexus Clark Salvatore. Good luck to me. Really.

“Not what society believes. Not what my grandmother orchestrated. Not what he performs in public.” Lillian met her gaze. She did not look away. “What truth are you asking for.” Elena inhaled. “Nathaniel.” The name fell like a weight. “What are you to him,” Elena asked. “And what is he to you.” Lillian felt the familiar instinct to soften. To deflect. To offer something gentle enough to be accepted and small enough to be safe. She resisted it. “There is no romance,” she said. “There was no courtship. There was no choice framed as desire.”

I asked asked again. "Why didn't tell me?"he says in a strained voice. "What are you talking about Dante? Talk to me"I asked confused and goes to touch him but he flinches as if I burnt him. What is happening! He turns to face me and I gasp at his appearance. His face is distraught,his eyes are blood shot and his shirt is disheveled,along with his undone tie. He throws his phone on the table and the content caught my eyes. BILLIONAIRE HEIRESS OF ANDERSON EMPIRE AND MUSICIAN TO BE MARRIED TO HER SWEET HEART.

Suddenly, darkness started to cloud over her and she soon passed out. Eric Williams, the biggest billionaire in New York City. He is very professional towards his work, and girls seek to get his attention. He knows it very well, that girls are ready to do anything to spend one night with him. He would take one girl for a night, and ditch her the other day. Though, girls knew very well that he will ditch them, but his looks were something to die for, and they gave him all of them. Eric was sitting on his large, comfy chair......as he was the CEO of the "Williams Enterprises" Suddenly, his father made his way towards his son's desk.

Well, except Nolan. “And who the hell are you?” Nolan spat, his voice laced with venom, though his posture screamed insecurity. I knew it when I saw it. The man next to me smirked, his confidence radiating with a aura that was impossible to ignore. “Alexander Wolfe,” he said, extending a hand as though this was an ordinary introduction. “CEO of Wolfe Industries and new owner of Black Suits. Rubby's fiancé.” If shock could be bottled, I’d have enough to power the entire city. Alexander Wolfe? As in the billionaire mogul splashed across business magazines? He was the new owner Nolan had always blabbed about?

He remembers the sweet taste of her lips, it's velvety smoothness against his. Shit! She is still hot, still the same irresistible beauty she was then. But is her beauty worth ignoring her deceit and betrayal? Is it? Is he supposed to ignore the red flags and give in to his heart's desire? He is a fucking billionaire for heaven's sake! He can get any woman at a snap of his fingers and God knows there are many fine, sexy women out there who would throw themselves into his arms at a slight opportunity. Why then is he fixated on the sly, deceitful Louisa?

The air was crisp ,perfumed with a faint mix of grapes, lavender and roses. Scarlett Monroe was no longer the ex wife who was forcefully divorced and sent away or the girl who had scrubbed tables in a rat-infested motel. She was now a self made billionaire and CEO of Monroe Luxe.Co - an elite interior branding company that catered to private jets, luxury hotels and billion-dollar real estate empires. She was wealthy! Her phone buzzed on speaker as she leaned on the edge of her sleek marble counter. Roxy’s voice came through the line, now smoother but unmistakably her. Their friendship had grown so much stronger over the years and Scarlett had opened up to her about everything.

Why is he so shameless this early into the day. “Not just a millionaire. He’s incredibly romantic too,” Zara, my dearest traitor of a sister, continues. She pushes Roland’s cushion away and stands up, heading straight toward us. She stops right in front of Banks, who is still trying to lock eyes with me. "Are all millionaires this romantic? Because I definitely want one for myself. Do you happen to have any single friends?” “I cannot say,” Banks reply smoothly. Finally looking away from me to stare down at Zara, who is looking up at him with wide, opportunistic eyes. “I am a Billionaire" How can I stop Banks to stop talking?

He was a gentleman on the outside, but dangerous and ruthless underneath that expensive suit he loved to wear. And he had connections to the mafia, for Pete’s sake. I didn’t need that kind of trouble in my life. But those steel-like eyes! That mouth! That body! The chemistry I felt in that very moment when I had met him has never been replicated. It was barely a fleeting moment in his book. In mine, it was a life changing event in a mere second.

The city blurred around her until she finally stopped beneath the awning of a closed café. That was when a black luxury sedan rolled to a smooth stop in front of her. The door opened. A tall man stepped out, his polished shoes untouched by the rain. He wore a dark tailored coat, broad shoulders filling it effortlessly. The streetlight caught the sharp lines of his face—controlled, unreadable, dangerous in a way that made people instinctively straighten their spines. Sebastian Vale. Elena recognized him instantly. Everyone did. CEO of Vale International. Billionaire. Media recluse. A man rumored to crush rivals without raising his voice. Someone Victor had once desperately tried—and failed—to