Billionaire's Love Novels & Stories

The last thing I wanted was to be paraded around as a lunatic. I open the first app to read about today’s events and see Claire is plastered on the front page. “Billionaire’s wife trades high life for loving longevity?” I continue reading as the article names a ‘Nathan Carter’ as Claire’s new love interest and describes their poolside manner as romantic and intimate. Did she really trade Leo for this guy? He wasn’t nearly as handsome as Leo. I look up his net worth isn’t even in the same caliber as Leo. How stupid of her. I continue to look at the photos and I’m struck with shock. Her belly is massive.

Robin’s irritation came through her sharp tone. “Robin, I’m sorry for not realizing this sooner so I could have saved us both the pain and heartache.” “Whatever.” “Have a good life.” “You can bet I will. You’re not the only billionaire I know. I’ll find someone who is better than you.” She hung up. Billionaire? Brooke sucked in a fast breath. Justin had mentioned he was rich, but… a billionaire? Her first instinct was to get angry and hateful. Once again, she discovered another secret that he withheld. What else had he lied about?

*2 hours ago* It was another successful client that I was able to sign up today which marks the 100th high net worth client who we will be helping to build a luxurious mansion for. I am the owner of G & M Construction which has been built alongside my husband of 7 years. Abigail Monroe was a nobody a decade ago, but if you say this name in the construction world today, it’s a name that has been making ripples along with Nathan Greyson. I had this dream of building my own empire one day, and my passion has always been in Interior designing. It was a passion that I developed whilst I was in high school after I started dating Nathan, my best friend since I was 11.

I closed my eyes, whispering a silent prayer to anyone who was listening. Then, a voice cut through the chaos, clear and unmistakably female. "Two million dollars." The room fell silent. All eyes turned to the source of the voice, a young woman sitting at a table near the back. Her expression was unreadable, but her eyes were fixed on me. The auctioneer hesitated for a moment, then spoke up. "Two million dollars, going once... going twice..." I held my breath, hardly daring to believe what was happening. The old man had dropped out of the bidding, but this woman was offering three times as much as anyone else. Who was she? And why was she willing to spend so much money on me?

His voice was as cold as ice. "Benny Boo, I feel a headache coming on, please get rid of this nuisance." She gave a little pout. "Ben, please. I am sure this is all just a big misunderstanding. Please, can we talk about this alone? Anything you say I'll believe you." I begged. And I meant it, maybe this was a mistake or a one-time thing, I'm sure he loves me, not her, I can forgive him. I should forgive him, I love him.

I pushed the door open and almost choked on the air when my eyes fell on the brown-skinned man, with curly black hair, addressing the committee. Kareem Finnegan. I had seen him on television and magazines but never in person. The young billionaire that had started his multibillion-dollar industry, at the age of twenty-five, from a cheap flat somewhere in the streets of New York. When he wasn’t on the news for his latest business deals and innovation, he was on the news for one scandal or another. My late entrance certainly did not go unnoticed, everyone in the room took turns to pass glances at me. How I hate being the center of attention, especially for the wrong things.

"I need every info I can get….and when I mean every info, I mean stuff that's not on the internet or public knowledge." Yusuf let out a sigh and rolled his eyes. "You can't keep making me do these illegal things, you know. When I'm desperately trying to be a changed man, then you come for me." Julian pleaded, "You know you're the only one I can come to. If I had another option, would I be here?" The man grunted and picked up the magazine. "Fiona Vanderbilt…” he casually read. "...ain't this one a hottie… wait, Fiona Vanderbilt? The tycoon's daughter?" He raised an eyebrow and looked back at Julian.

"Why can't you love me just like you love Malia? I have a pretty face just like her's, I can satisfy you in bed, I can also be the perfect girlfriend and wife for you and also I can become the mother of your children. Maybe the only thing I don't have is wealth, I'm not as wealthy as the billionaire heiress but my love is enough for us to conquer the world together" "Yeah you were right when you made that statement. You aren't wealthy like the billionaire heiress but I know you don't love me, you just love my money and you want to trap me in your love so you could get your hands on all my properties and become the owner you greedy woman. Just so you know you can't have your cake and eat it"

"I... I don't know what to do anymore. I thought I had everything under control, but now... everything's falling apart." Mrs. Harris listened attentively, her heart aching for the man before her, so vulnerable in that moment of raw honesty. She guided him inside, closing the door behind them, and they settled into the chairs as Nathaniel began to share the turmoil that had been consuming him. The night wore on, but Nathaniel continued to pour out his fears, regrets, and uncertainties, Mrs. Harris provided a listening ear, a comforting presence, and the warmth of a mother's embrace. In that unexpected, late-night encounter, a bond between a cook and a billionaire was forged, one that transcen

Are you kidding me? “Is there a problem miss?” The butler asked. I shook my head, “No, but, you’ll really drive me around with this?” He raised his eyebrows, “Is this not your liking, miss? I shall grab the Tesla or the Rolls-Royce-“ “No, this is enough.” I shut him off before he could finish. My mouth gaped, now confirming how big a deal the man I just hooked up with was. I have been to lots of parties with tons of billionaires and very elite people just because of my father forcing me to socialize back then but I couldn't remember how the same I hooked up with was there.