Billionaire Romance Novels & Stories

Meet Marie Rodrigo. 22-year-old girl born and raised in Texas who moved to New York after High School. Works as the CEO's assistant at Alan Establishment. Has been working at Alan Establishment for a year now and loves her job. Meet Karter Allan. 33-year-old man, the youngest self-made billionaire in America. Owner and Founder of Allan Establishment. Known for being somewhat of a playboy and a cruel boss. What happens when Marie has an encounter with her big bad boss Karter? Will Karter start to feel attracted to Marie, can Marie break down his walls and find out why he has such trouble committing? Read The Billionaire to find out.

All the preparations were done and guests started coming. The venue was decorated so beautifully, everything was so elegant and outstanding. There he was talking with his few business partners wearing a royal blue tuxedo and hair set with gel looking so hot and handsome as always. All the people of the city were invited to the reception party as the wedding was held in private and just the family members were present at the wedding. So the reception had to be this grand. After all this is the self-made Billionaire Mayank Khurana's reception party.

Instead of the prostitute crack whore that I buried after an overdose, she had been a trust fund baby. To make matters worse, we still weren’t sure who was the murderer. The first one to go was Gabe, and I have to admit, there was no love lost there. I was working at his rundown bar when Mark waltzed into my life. He had this crazy story about how my mother had hooked up with billionaire Hollingsworth Sutton III, and gotten pregnant with me. Apparently my father hadn’t even known I had existed until he was on his deathbed. To make a long story short, it was a modern day Cinderella story. Poor girl finds out she’s worth millions, falls in love with the prince (aka Mark) and lives happily ever

He whispers. I bit my lip, chuckling a little. ”Yeah sorry about that, I don’t make a habit of falling into billionaires laps.” He frowned. ” I hope not.” I look up and into those eyes. Those beautiful bright eyes that were as hard as ice, but somehow I managed to melt into. He was so handsome, my heart was beating a million miles an hour. His lips pulled up a little into a smile, a genuine smile... dare I say. My heart nearly stops.

“You do right now. Carl rarely considers anyone his friend. He hardly sees anyone anymore, probably because he doesn’t trust anyone. He can’t slow down if he wants to stay ahead of the game. The world of Wall Street waits for no one. Not even for multi-billionaires.” Carl, a multi-billionaire? Mandy blinked. What might she be getting herself into? She headed to the table and collected her purse. “Where do you think you are going?” Claudiastood. “We have things we need to discuss. You’re my maid of honor.” “You’ll be fine without me.” Mandy sucked in a shaky breath. “I’ll do whatever you need me to do. You know I will.” She hurried out before anyone could convince her to stay. She had a feeli

he murmured, “the world will know your name.” She smiled. “One day.” Outside, the city continued unaware. Inside, a billionaire claimed not an empire— But a wife the world would never see coming.

"We're not a couple, Kyle. We're a contract." "Then let's celebrate your success with the Havers project." He wouldn't meet my eyes, studying his coffee instead. "As... friends." Friends. The word tasted bitter. "Fine," I found myself saying. "One day." "Really?" He looked up. "Don't make me change my mind." I stood, gathering our plates. A ghost of a smile crossed his face. "I'll have the car brought around." The luxury boutiques of Milan Square stretched before us, a glittering monument to excess. Usually, the artistry captivated me - the way fabrics draped, the interplay of textures and colors, the attention to minute details. Today, though, the displays felt hollow, meaningless.

Everything about this place screamed wealth and power, a sharp contrast to the simplicity of her life at home. Her hands trembled as she clutched her purse tightly. She’d agreed to this meeting out of duty, but she couldn’t shake the unease that settled in her chest. Who was Adrian Blackwood, really? And why would a man like him—a billionaire—want a stranger like her as his wife? “This way, Miss Bennett,” the butler said, his voice polite but distant.

I understand you may have some concerns, but I assure you, my intentions are true. Sabrina snorted. "True? You mean you truly wanted a free ticket to wealth. I stepped forward, my voice sharp. "That's enough, Sabrina. Adrian is my husband, and you will treat him with respect." Sabrina rolled her eyes, but before she could retort, Adrian spoke. "I may not come from wealth, but I work hard, and I care about Victoria's happiness. That's all that should matter." Clara chuckled, shaking her head. "How noble of you. But let's be honest, a man like you will never fit into our world."

Ashley called. “Make things official with him because I won't allow you to ruin my business reputation by being regarded as a father of a fling to someone like Liam Abbot. You did not see a Mayor son to dance with, it's a billionaire from nowhere that you decided to dance so pay for your sins without complaining,” Ashley had the intention to confront him, but she ended up being confronted as his words crushed her down. “Father, I can't marry him, I don't love him, you said love is a weakness, but you want me to love him,”