Billionaire Romance Novels & Stories

"Lovely event." "Only the best for the Riviera," Julian chuckled, his eyes locking onto Ruby. "And this must be the new Mrs. Ray. The lovely Ruby Bells. Or... should I say, the savior of Bells Oil?" He took her hand, kissing the back of it for a second too long. "The news of your father's sudden financial collapse reached all the way to France, darling. I must say, Alexander, I didn't think you were the charitable type to take on a charity case as a wife." A deadly fury flared in my gut. My jaw clenched so hard my teeth ached. I stepped forward to put Julian in his place, but before I could utter a single word, Ruby smoothly stepped into my line of sight.

At my surprise, she continued, “He's… not like us. Not as influential, but he's rich. He's wonderful and he really loves me. I can't pretend to go with this for much longer. Heck, I know you don't like me either.” I looked at our hands. "Yeah, I don't like you like that either,” I confessed. "I just went out with you because of my father.” She nodded in satisfaction. "You're really handsome though. I guess it'll be pretty difficult for you to find someone to love you, or someone you love at least." I immediately thought about Emily. “I don't know about that. With some effort, I think my love life will go well.” Angelina gave me a curious look, but didn't argue. She let go of my hands and too

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.

Despite my attempts to comprehend Barra's proposition, the idea of teaching a billionaire the art of seduction remained a perplexing puzzle. Why would a billionaire need such lessons? Wouldn't they typically hire professionals for such matters? Images of billionaires, both from real life and fiction, flashed through my mind. In novels, billionaires were often depicted as attractive, towering figures of wealth. If that's the type Barra was referring to, well, it might not be such a bad idea after all. Who am I kidding? That was wishful thinking. In reality, billionaires were often older, appearing worn-out and stressed. The likelihood of encountering a young, handsome billionaire was slim, ma

He says casually. The look in his eyes alone tells me that he is trying to play smart with us. But I relax, knowing Romeo has it all covered, "You tell us how much you are willing to pay and we agree or disagree." Romeo exchanges another look with the board members and weirdly enough, they nod in agreement to whatever the look means. The action is so robotic it makes me uncomfortable. "11.5 million dollars," Romeo announces and I choke. What? "That's prepost—"

Headline: Dhruv Kapoor Spotted with Bollywood Debutante Anjali Bhatt at Lavish Engagement Ceremony, Fueling Speculation of a New Romance In a surprising turn of events, tech billionaire Dhruv Kapoor, who recently found himself at the center of rumors involving Arora Industries' CEO Shanaya Arora, has been spotted in the company of a budding actress. The latest sighting has sparked fresh speculation about Kapoor's romantic life, as he was seen arm in arm with the glamorous Anjali Bhatt at his sister's extravagant engagement ceremony. The stunning actress turned heads in a sea green saree adorned with dazzling diamonds, adding an extra touch of opulence to the lavish affair.

Rode bicycles with her. And he was a billionaire heir. £90 billion. Ashford Hotels. Her father's rival. Like mother, like daughter. Elise found out her poor husband was £98B billionaire after 73 days. Rose found out her poor boyfriend was £90B heir after 240 days. Worse.

I leaned forward, squinting through the gloom. "Gabriel Moreau," Pedro said. He actually put his phone down. "The wine magnate. His family owns half of France and all of Napa. He’s... well, he’s the Great Wall of China. Unbreakable. He doesn’t do bars. He doesn’t do scandals. He definitely doesn't do actresses." "He looks like he’s judging the air for not being high-quality enough," Brittany added.

But what really caught my attention was the fact that she was married to a powerful billionaire. I raised an eyebrow, scanning the resume again to make sure I hadn't missed anything. But no, it was right there in black and white. Sophia was married to one of the wealthiest and most influential men in the world. I shook my head, trying to understand why Sophia would need a job when she was already married to a billionaire. Did she get bored with her life of luxury and decide to pursue a career? Or was there something more to it? As I pondered these questions, I couldn't help but feel a sense of curiosity. Who was Sophia, really? What was her story, and why was she so determined to work for me

“Money or you.” Sophie met his gaze. “And you chose?” He dropped a document onto the table. “Neither. I chose myself.” She scanned the paper. It was a withdrawal from the Trust. He’d signed away 1.4 billion dollars in potential inheritance. Sophie whispered, “You didn’t have to do that.” “I did,” he replied. “Because I won’t build my future with hands chained to someone else’s gold.” She stepped closer. And kissed him. Camellia broke into the second partition of the Ash List USB.