Billionaire Romance Novels List Novels & Stories

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.

She pushed her coffee away, hunched forward, and said, "She destroyed him. In ways you can't even see. He's not marrying her for show. He believes it's the only way to keep everyone else safe." "From what?" Claire took a hard line with her coffee-glass mouth. "From her. And Marcus." Selene's father. The billionaire owner of half of Manhattan real estate, two senators, and likely a few secrets the FBI would kill to get their hands on. "What became of the last planner?" I whispered. Claire looked into my eyes. "Vanessa Ward. She planned for Selene for six months. They told me she left in the middle of a project. No one has seen her since."

Mason whipped out his phone and turned it around, showing him the headline on the ‘NewYork Business Post’ ‘“SAN LIMITED PLUMMETING IN THE STOCK MARKET—Who’s behind the elusive billionaire’s downfall and is it all deliberate ?”’ “It’s all nonsense,” Justin grunted, “Every single one of it. It’s nonsense.” “Come on man. You can be honest with me. Gianna is gutting for blood and hell hath a woman’s scorn.” Mason responded.

Instead, as I stepped inside, a sharp awareness slithered down my spine. I didn’t belong here. The room was bathed in golden light, the faint scent of fresh roses lingering in the air. But beneath the floral sweetness, something richer lurked—money, power, exclusivity. It dripped from the silk-draped furniture, the gold-trimmed mirrors, the towering shelves filled with books that probably hadn’t been touched in years. But none of it was as overwhelming as her. Serena Lancaster. The celebrity model. She didn’t just belong in this world—she ruled it.

I broke down entirely slipping off from the chair I was to the ground, lying helplessly as my face layed up to the ceiling, calculating the worst shame that is right before me. " You don't know that you dated.." " Oh, dated, like it's all over". A wrly smile creating on my face ." Like I can't be happy for a whole time. This minute,it seems it's good, the other minutes, it seems the hell is let loose. Why me?!! How will I face the people outside now that I once dated a billionaire and here I am . What will they say mum!!"

For a moment, she imagined a version of her life where this wasn’t a contract — where love wasn’t a rule she had to break. She slipped it onto her finger, the diamond catching the morning light. “Perfect,” Ethan said quietly, his eyes lingering a little too long on her hand. And for the first time, Ava thought she saw a crack in his carefully built walls — something fragile and human beneath the billionaire mask. Maybe this wasn’t just business after all. --- Move to the next Chapter 3: “The Gala and the Whispered Rumors” next? Don't stop reading Thanks.

"Let's just say certain…family obligations require a change in my marital status. And you, Miss Moore, possess a certain charm and…unexpectedness that suits my needs." Charm? Unexpectedness? Such vague answers did little to quell my unease. "But why a baker? There must be a hundred socialites lining up for the chance to be Mrs. Billionaire." A rueful smile played on his lips. "Socialites are predictable, Miss Moore. You, on the other hand, present an intriguing…wild card." Wild card? The term sent a shiver down my spine. Was I signing up to be a pawn in some high-stakes game I didn't even understand?

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.

CHAPTER SEVENTY-SEVEN Our Honeymoon 2 Eliza’s POV “We’re here for our honeymoon,” Alex said as he grabbed her by her waist, “We are a couple now.” Eliza's eyes widened as Alex spoke those words, revealing that this hotel room was meant for their honeymoon as a married couple. A rush of conflicting emotions washed over her, leaving her uncertain of how to react. She was fully aware of the implications of a honeymoon, the intimate moments that were traditionally shared between two people deeply in love.

“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