Hot Billionaire Romance Novels & Stories

"That's why I hired you. You're the best at faking everything's fine even when it isn't." I didn't blink, but she touched on something raw inside me. Selene Whitmore was an upper-level social hurricane, the type who could anticipate where to land her blows. "I aim higher than pretense," I said softly. She smiled, eyes already focused again on her screen. "Of course you do." A set of double doors behind her opened, and I sensed it like electricity down my spine. Aarav Hayes entered.

Everything about this place screamed familiar. I’d forgotten, somehow, that he was a millionaire — but the house didn’t let me. Every corner whispered wealth — the polished marble floors gleaming under soft gold light, the faint hum of a distant piano somewhere upstairs. I was led to what seemed to be his study. The maid opened the door for me and left. He was sitting lazily in his chair with a bored expression on his face. He wasn’t wearing the sharp suits I’d grown used to seeing him in — just a dark sweater and rolled-up sleeves. The sight was disarming in its simplicity.

May POV It’s strange how quickly silence can become a kind of noise. In the days after everything collapsed, the quiet in my hotel room felt like punishment. No Saint running through the hallways. No morning toast crumbs. Just me, the buzz of my phone vibrating across the table, and headlines that painted me into something I wasn’t. The tape had done its job. The world had decided. May Hemlings: homewrecker, liar, opportunist. The woman who “tricked” a billionaire into bed and stayed close to his son to get a second chance.

Edward teased. Richard rolled his eyes in exasperation. His patience had run out. "Stop talking. Hurry up and take a shower! I'll be waiting for you in the lobby," Richard said and left without waiting for his friend to respond. Edward and Richard were actually neighbors. Both of them chose the One Hyde Park Penthouse as their residence several years ago. Edward had his reasons for choosing that place. Besides its premium location, the penthouse had fantastic facilities. Equipped with bulletproof glass, secret rooms, and 24-hour security guarded by the specially trained personnel of the British Special Forces, it was the best choice for him, being the son of a conglomerate.

Alexia Lodge? Now it's gonna be lovely to see how many months is this marriage gonna stay and when will Mr. Knight get bored of his new wife and go back to his playboy ways. Now this was an interesting news, but who would dare to write such a news which was against my dear ex husband. Well I know who. And I'm gonna call the company's CEO right away and share my good mood. Ethan Knight

But tonight, amidst the glitz and glamour, I sensed an undercurrent of tension, an invisible threat lurking in the shadows. Unbeknownst to us, a rival billionaire, Charles Blackwood, vying for Alexander's power and wealth, had hatched a sinister plan. He had hired a seductive spy, Isabella, to infiltrate our lives, to seduce me and extract valuable information that could be used as leverage against Alexander. We were pawns in a dangerous game of cat and mouse, and the stakes were higher than ever.

I needed a new catch, and I needed one fast. I had swiped right on Cullen's profile two months ago on tinder. I was Intrigued by his rugged good looks and impressive wealth. My heart raced as I matched with him, and I quickly did my research. It didn't take me long to find out that he was a divorcee, but that didn't matter. What did matter was that he was a billionaire with no heir. Now that was a catch worth catching. I sauntered through the airport, feeling like a queen on the prowl. I knew that Cullen would be waiting for me soon, and I couldn't wait to meet him. It was always exciting to see how the men I ensnared would react to my beauty and my charm.

July’s POV: It’s one thing to marry a billionaire, it’s another to marry a billionaire that’s obsessed with you. I know I can’t really tell what Douglas thinks of me, but I can tell he’s so obsessed with me, or should I say obsessed with my body. I stylishly checked the time on my phone, and it’s currently 2:00am. Douglas’s lips is on my neck, kissing and biting; probably leaving a hickey on purpose. I moaned out loud as his hand found my nipple and began stroking it gently. He moved closer to me, and I felt his growing dick on my ass. Without hesitating, I began to move my ass up and down his dick, making it grow bigger till it became fully erect.

No affection. Just a billionaire who got what he wanted— And left her needing more.

Louise said. "Pepper eater?" I wondered. "Eats pepper. That animal always has pepper in his teeth," Louise answered, making me shake my head. Louise and I spoke clearly for a moment. She told the whole gossip about Joseph. It is said that someone also leaked the video just now of them kissing in a bar. Joseph is rich and a millionaire so he is a famous person. "You know, we'll just drink that pain away. Come with us and let's go to a bar! What do you say, girls?" Louise said and turned to Mercedes.