Hot Billionaire Romance Novels & Stories

“It doesn’t look like nothing, Kenna.” “That’s because you have a warped mind, Xander and think the lowest of the low about me. You always did. All I was to you was a commodity for your girlfriend, Violet.” She chuckles. I am angry now, how dare she even refer to Violet as my girlfriend. She is not and I do not intend to have one for a very long time. Sure, at some point I will need to think about remarrying, I need an heir to carry on with my business, the empire I have built with hard work, blood, sweat and yes some tears along the way. I have sacrificed so much to be able to be successful and one of the richest billionaires in the Americas and taking Europe by storm.

“I want it to be ours. Simple. Honest. Maybe even quiet.” He nodded. “Whatever you want.” “I want…” Her voice trailed off. Then she smiled faintly. “I want forever. But only if it looks like this.” Alexander stepped back just enough to look at her fully. “It will,” he said. “It will look like this, and more.” She nodded once, then leaned back into his embrace. Above them, the sky deepened to cobalt. The city carried on below, unaware. But on a quiet rooftop in the heart of Europe, Sophie Burnett said yes to a man who didn’t want to tame her power—but to hold it with reverence.

she smirked, an evil glint in her eyes. “But fuck! It wasn’t supposed to happen this way. I already arranged a deal with some horny older man but you got lucky by sleeping with that hot billionaire. You bitch! I bet you don’t remember him, good, cause I’m not helping you find him. Go raise your baby alone” she smirked. “H-how could you?” I stuttered. My tears were uncontrollable and I was glad not much where paying attention to my ongoing drama. “Fuck. You. Bitch” Cara sneered. She picked up her purse and exited the cafe.

"I couldn't stop thinking about how pretty it would look on your finger, so I went inside and bought it. I know it was probably impulsive, but I wanted to get it for you." Katherina was silent for a moment, taking in his words. Despite Harrison's romantic gesture, Katherina's mood wasn't as elated as it should have been. The reality of their situation weighed heavily on her mind. _Harrison's act could lead his family straight to her which can definitely get her relayed off work at their company_ Harrison cleared his throat, his expression shifting to one of concern. "So, the guy?" he asked, his voice hesitant. Katherina's stomach dropped, knowing what he was going to ask. She took a deep bre

“I know, love. I get it. I feel the same with Damian. He’s trying so hard, giving me reasons to trust him. And still…I’m scared to just hand him my whole heart. I don’t even know why. I love him more than anything, but I’m scared.” Zara gave a watery smile. “Damian loves you, girl. That much is obvious. The way he stares at you when you’re not looking, the way he built that garden just to make you happy, the possessiveness. Honestly,” she laughed, “your story is literally like those billionaire romance books I read. Hot, dangerous, overprotective billionaire.” Aria laughed at that. “Maybe. I just want us to be happy. That's all I ask.” She pulled Zara into a hug, holding her tightly.

In front of the people’s eyes, he was still my stepbrother. But none of it wouldn’t matter because he would protect me. We would love each other for whatever it takes… ***END*** UP NEXT - >>> Mr. Beautiful (Bad Boy Billionaires #2) Note: It can be read as a standalone. -BLURB- Audrey was sixteen when we were supposed to run away and leave everything behind—her family, who she resented, and the luxurious lifestyle she had always known since she was born. But before I could claim her body, I decided to bring her back, and that was when death came after me. Nonetheless, I survived and reclaimed myself. I became a man above anyone else. I became a billionaire. After eight years, I saw Audrey aga

Yohan Dixon looked at Assistant Nolan with his red and dark eyes. Sara Owen was lying on the bed while closing her eyes. She was feeling better than last night. But the sentences spoken by Bruno and Natalie about Yohan Dixon were ringing in her head frequently. She had heard that Yohan Dixon was a ruthless billionaire but was confused because he was well behaved with her. “Sara.” Gracie opened the door of the bedroom and Sara Owen smiled brightly after seeing her. “Gracie…” She sat while leaning back on the bed and Gracie sat at the edge of the bed.

It was only yesterday that she truly found out about the man’s identity. He belonged to the Azhe, the wealthiest family in the capital, and was at the helm of Dice Financial Group, which had drawn the attention of the world. The man, Weston Azhe, had an absolutely noble status since birth. She never wanted to get involved with him whatsoever. There seemed to be a vast chasm separating him and her. They belonged to two worlds, and it was difficult to cross over to the other. They absolutely did not have a future together. She replied, “I know that.”

He says casually. The look in his eyes alone tells me that he is trying to play smart with us. But I relax, knowing Romeo has it all covered, "You tell us how much you are willing to pay and we agree or disagree." Romeo exchanges another look with the board members and weirdly enough, they nod in agreement to whatever the look means. The action is so robotic it makes me uncomfortable. "11.5 million dollars," Romeo announces and I choke. What? "That's prepost—"

Wanted to pretend nothing existed outside this hospital, this bill, this impossible weight that she just couldn't lift off of her shoulders. But something—desperation, curiosity, exhaustion—made her answer. “Hello?” She hated how her voice shook. A pause. Then a calm, controlled female voice responded. “Miss Aubrey Lane?” “Yes?” “My name is Denise. I work for Mr. Killian Frost.” Aubrey frowned instantly. That name meant nothing and everything at the same time. Killian Frost. Even people who didn’t follow business news knew it. Ruthless Billionaire CEO. Tech empire. Media silence. A man spoken about in headlines like a myth rather than a person. Powerful. Untouchable. The kind of man whose pr