Billionaire Romance Novels List Novels & Stories

It wasn't just the sex, though what he was currently doing to me was making it hard to think of anything else. It was how he made me feel. Safe. Wanted. Perfect. I closed my eyes, reveling in his arms. I was falling for him. I was falling for the billionaire. A billionaire. “Something wrong?” Bastian asked, pulling back, his eyes dark with lust and want. I had frozen without meaning to. He was a billionaire. I couldn't be falling for him. I shouldn't be falling for him. It was like falling for a prince, and I was no Cinderella. There was no way I would ever fit in his billionaire world.

Celeste Quintaña "Are they really married?" One of the young heiresses in the party solemnly asked. She was standing in the crowd with another group of heiresses who once and still is wishing to be on Maeve's position. It was no surprise how these young and beautiful women eyed September Thorne as a material husband. For who knows what reasons, but women are actually more drawn to men with a bad boy image. Plus, the man of the subject is also undeniably handsome and filthy rich, who wouldn't like to be his wife?

I needed to be away from them all. Claire grabbed my hand and yanked me into the room. I could barely contain my gasp at how magnificent it looked. The Kavanuagh's LakeFront Mansion had to be the world's eighth wonder because it looked magnificent and smelled like money. Good grief. "It is exactly for that reason that you should impose," Claire chuckled, gesturing around the grand space. "What is he going to do with all these rooms?" "Stash his money?" I joked, and we both giggled.

“Never again.” The vows were simple. Honest. Real. And when they kissed, it wasn’t a revelation. It was a continuation. Some love stories begin loudly. Others survive everything first. _____________ Author’s Note Thank you for reading The Billionaire’s Proxy Bride. What began as an idea grew into something far bigger than I imagined, and the support and encouragement I’ve received along the way have meant more than I can properly put into words.Thank you for staying until the end. Thank you for believing in Lena, Damon, and Amara.

“We have money, we can pay you.” “Bitch, I don’t need your money. Not that you have any left.” Her old watery eyes narrow at me. “Who are you?” I look at Cass who’s sitting there looking defeated. “It’s Senator Bennett’s boy, dear. He’s Abigail’s lover.” “What?” she exclaims, holding her hands up.

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When the Chandler sisters, Alex, and little Andy returned to the hotel room, they found Jayden there sipping a beer. “Hello, sweetheart,” Jayden said once the door opened and the girls filed into the room. “And sweetheart’s son and friends.” The moment they saw Jayden, Dara and Soriya became awestruck, their eyes bright. So, this was what the kind billionaire who donated millions to charity looked like. Gorgeous to boot! Alexandra was a very lucky gal. The two glanced at each other and giggled delightfully, promising themselves they’d get all the juicy details out of Alex tonight about how the two had met and fallen in love and everything in between.

I shot back, "We'll see who ends up begging." I turned, my gaze landing on the VIP table. A man sat there in a tailored suit, lazily swirling a glass of red wine. Gabriel York was Lumeria's wealthiest man and the company's biggest investor. Lifting the hem of my dress, I walked toward him under everyone's watchful eyes. He looked up, studying me with clear interest. "Mr. York." I took a deep breath and said loudly, "The banquet's already paid for. Since the groom is trash, would you like to replace him? I've got 100 billion in assets, and I can promise you a lifetime of absolute devotion."

"Like reading. I already know you're a bookworm, Ruby." Ruby's eyes lit up instantly, her inner literary critic emerging. "Oh, so the billionaire remembers? Please don't tell me your reading list is just boring finance textbooks and business biographies." "Actually," I leaned in a fraction of an inch, a teasing glint in my eyes, "I prefer classic literature. Russian realism, psychological thrillers. Dostoyevsky, Fitzgerald, Hemingway. I like substance."

he said, “to be my wife.” And just like that… the billionaire secret stopped being a mystery. And became a trap.