Billionaire Romance Novels Novels & Stories

Love rather than Leverage "Well, that's certainly a headline," Darren whistled, tossing the magazine onto the penthouse coffee table. *'From Contract to Covenant: The Vanderbilt Love Story That Reshaped an Empire'* blazed across the cover, accompanied by the now-iconic photo of Lucas and Sophia with the twins in the morning light. "The stock's up twelve percent," Susan reported, not looking up from her tablet. At three months old, Cat was dozing in her arms while she worked, a common sight these days. "And the wedding planning inquiries have tripled."

"He slept with you and that sexcapade wasn't a secret matter to some people. Victor had to force him to get married to you because it would save the face of the company and make David a worthy replacement for his father." "Wait, is this the same Victor I know?" "David's uncle, yes. He oversees the company." "Well, he can go to hell." "I know you tried to make that marriage work but David was already too in love with your sister, and he wanted no one else. Then you tried telling him about it. But you made one silly mistake." Ellie scoffed. "And what was that?" "You told Lily about it first. She had to tell David that you planned the whole thing just so you could get married to him and have so

Ah Dear readers, here I am with my - I have lost count of the amount of times I've tried writing an erotica but here we are with a Billionaire romance/erotica book. Don't skip this intro! Yeah because I have news for y'all. So basically, the places in this book are made up even though the book is nothing like fantasy, it's just your average billionaire erotic BDSM romance involving a Billionaire, obviously and a naive little do gooder woman who thought she was all that, so don't go looking for my made up places okay sweeties?

“I really hope none of your plan includes anything like catching yourself a millionaire for a boyfriend?” “Like you, sister?” Soriya asked. “How come you’re allowed, and we aren’t?” Chan sighed. “For your information, I didn’t catch myself a millionaire for a boyfriend. Well, at least I didn’t intend to.” More quietly she said, “I didn’t even know Sam was that wealthy.” As they went into the living room, Soriya said, “You’re right. You didn’t catch yourself a millionaire for a boyfriend. You got yourself a billionaire husband. Big difference.”

People still adore him. For four years now, he's been staying in Georgia city, but he's just returned here in Dallas and it's been the talk of the whole city. I heard he owns two mansions in Georgia - where one is among the top three most expensive buildings in the country. He owns one in Kentokie and two here in Dallas. As young as he was, he was a bastard billionaire. But, I also heard one annoying thing about him - he was a flirt. Hm. I guess you might be wondering how I got to know all these about him.

My black hair spilled over my shoulders in dark waves, the blue and blonde streaks standing out against the red. I tilted my head. "Not bad." Bettany snorted from somewhere behind me. "Not bad? Kammie, you look like the reason a billionaire would forget his own name." I laugh while twirling in front of the mirror"Good thing there aren't any billionaires attending a book signing." Bettany gave me a look. "You write romance novels for a living. Half your readers are rich women and the other half are rich men pretending they're there for the plot." Her grin widened. "Just thinking some poor guy is about to have a very difficult day."

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

My body sagged, knees weak. Mia rushed to my side, eyes wide. “Amara, do you even know who that was?” “Some arrogant jerk?” Her jaw dropped. “That was Damian Cruz. The billionaire.” My stomach flipped. My entire life flashed before my eyes. Billionaire? Damian Cruz? As in Cruz Holdings—the man who owned skyscrapers, shipping lines, hotels? Perfect. Just perfect. I hadn’t just ruined someone’s morning. I’d ruined a billionaire’s suit. And maybe my life along with it.

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."

The Billionaire Cheated Bride (Broken series book 2) by Diana Wolfe Elizabeth T. Sharma, a bastard of the rich and famous but bankrupt Carrington family was left with no other option but to marry one of the most wealthiest bachelor in America to save her late mother's foundation. She would never in a millions years imagine that her so called enemy turn fiancé would be a gorgeous mix blood with chiselled Greek feature and dimples to die for. Too bad his personality sucks.