Novel & Cerita Dominant Billionaire Romance Novels

BLS #7 Kenneth Domanco Number one Billionaire in America. People said he's a definition of perfect. Handsome face, smart ass, build body and don't forget that he's damn rich. Famous woman and rich girls always try to reach him but he can't be reach. For him, love is a one stupid word. Love doesn't exist in his life. Chloe Regens

Due to his honesty, I never had trust issues. "Oh, dear. This is the real world. Status and finances matter. They are the basis of variation in the real world. Let me give some advice, woman to woman, you should run away and leave my darling boy alone. You will never be good enough for him, you will never deserve him and you will not continue to be in his life. I have stomached you disgusting pig for way too long."

"I'm glad you like them, ma'am. Now, shall we head downstairs for breakfast? The boss and his wife are waiting for you." Katiya nodded eagerly, eager to meet the people who had shown her such kindness. As Katiya descended the grand staircase, she couldn't help but marvel at the opulence of her surroundings. The mansion exuded an air of wealth and sophistication that she had only ever seen in movies or read about in books. Each step she took seemed to echo through the spacious foyer, serving as a reminder of just how far removed she was from her humble beginnings in Oscaria.

"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

Pride of the Billionaire Bachelor, 1095 Days of Dangerous Temptation and Second Chance for the Billionaire. These I picked upon careful selection, in one way or the other, I fancy these books because it has something to do with me. The first two from the blurb are themed on sexy obsession and the third is all bothered on a second chance. The hero is a billionaire who offended the heroine and both broke up, they later met unexpectedly, and what will happen between them? The interesting blurb actually prompts me to pick them up. "Can I take the three of these, I want to read them. They seem interesting."

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.

“He expects you at his office within the hour.” Elena’s heart skipped. Damian Cross—the infamous billionaire whose empire stretched across finance, media, and real estate. Newspapers painted him as ruthless. Employees whispered that he was a man without warmth, without mercy. And now, he held her family’s fate in his hands. “Do I have a choice?” she asked bitterly. Adrian gave her a measured look. “He doesn’t usually give choices.”

Through the wet, translucent silk of my dress, my hardened nipples scraped against his bare skin. Dominic let out a low, guttural growl deep in his throat. I felt his hand on my waist tighten so hard it almost hurt, pulling my hips flush against his. That was when I felt it. Pressed hard against my lower stomach was a thick, rigid length, straining fiercely against the wet fabric of his underwear and robe. He was hard. My straight-laced, terrifying billionaire guardian was completely hard for me. The realization didn't scare me; it threw gasoline on the fire inside me. He wanted me. He had been acting like I was just some annoying chore my father left behind, but his body was telling a compl

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."

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."