Millionaire Romance Novels & Stories

“Three? You want to make him offer us three billion dollars?” Magda noticed even Darya thought Dimi might be a bit over the top and she watched her hands shaking. Yup. Dimi was pissed on her behalf. It suddenly felt good to have the backing of the daughter of the most ruthless mafia kingpin in the country. “A billion each? Let’s find out if when a billionaire gets their first billion how long it takes for the devil to show up.” On the beach the girls had held an entire discussion whether earning a billion got you a deal with the devil and Magda found herself wondering if Dimi might have already made it. Her face was far more wicked than she’d ever seen it.

he asked. "I said that I had a miscarriage before, and what he saw was not his child," I replied. "So, it was right that I introduced myself as your husband because he would think that Agatha is our daughter. It was right that I did that," he said while nodding. "Duh? He's a millionaire now, and I don't think your pretending will be safe," I answered him. He laughed and shook his head before speaking, so I frowned at him. "He's just a millionaire," he said, as if hearing it from me was an insult to him.

Anton's fingers traced the curve of my waist, making me shiver with anticipation. Stepping into the suite, we were greeted by a cozy atmosphere. Soft lighting, a crackling fireplace, and the faint scent of roses set the mood for our first night as husband and wife. The room was spacious, with a luxurious four-poster bed draped in silk sheets, inviting us to indulge in our passion.

“Money or you.” Sophie met his gaze. “And you chose?” He dropped a document onto the table. “Neither. I chose myself.” She scanned the paper. It was a withdrawal from the Trust. He’d signed away 1.4 billion dollars in potential inheritance. Sophie whispered, “You didn’t have to do that.” “I did,” he replied. “Because I won’t build my future with hands chained to someone else’s gold.” She stepped closer. And kissed him. Camellia broke into the second partition of the Ash List USB.

But his voice…the deep baritone with an undercurrent of roughness calls to me, making me pause in my tracks. Making sure to remain out of sight, I spy the entrance where the handsome, sexy hunk of a billionaire is talking with the boat keeper. He doesn’t seem too pleased. “...do you mean I can’t have the boat?” “It has already been booked, Sir,” the keeper is pleading. “Well call them and let them know they’re holding up the line.” I shake my head, this time in disappointment. Although his condition has altered a lot of things about him, the classic Neal Ward arrogance is still fully present.

“It’s… complicated.” “Complicated means hot,” she says, eyes sparkling. “It’s Damien Wolfe,” I mutter. Maya gasps so hard I’m afraid she might choke. “Mr. Penthouse?! Mr. Tall, dark, ruined-your-womb-with-a-glance Damien Wolfe?!” I groan. “You make it sound worse.” She grabs a pillow and clutches it dramatically. “Girl, you are playing with the kind of fire that burns souls. That man is a volcano in a suit.”

"That is not what I am thinking." His expression did not change. "Then what are you thinking?" I hesitated. The truth felt uncomfortable to say out loud. "I am wondering what kind of man offers something like this to a stranger." For a moment neither of us spoke. Then Ethan leaned back slightly in his chair. "The kind of man who understands negotiations." "This is not a negotiation." "It is exactly that," he replied calmly. "You have something I need. I have something you need." I frowned. "What exactly do I have that a billionaire needs?"

I held my breath. "She and I. we were married once," he said, every word a confession spilling into the air. "In secret. Years ago. It didn't work. It never should have begun. But Marcus—her father—he pushed us back together. This engagement? It's an arrangement. One I signed on for, for my family's benefit." I remained silent. Just listened. My body was rigid, prepared for worse. "There was someone else," he went on. "Before Selene. Someone who resembled you very much. She died. In. unusual circumstances."

"I'm Sloane. I'm so sorry to intrude. I just... I needed to see him. One last time." Mira crossed her arms. "See who?" "Kieran." Sloane's smile was sad. "I know it's inappropriate. I know I have no right. But when I heard he was getting married—really married, not the contract thing—I had to come." Mira's eyes narrowed. "How do you know about the contract?" "Everyone knows about the contract, darling. It was the talk of the city for weeks." Sloane stepped closer, her heels clicking on the marble floor. "The cold billionaire and his convenient bride. It was very romantic, in a transactional sort of way."

At first, I ignored it. I thought it was another message from Nancy. Another update. Another person asked if I was okay. But the notifications didn’t stop. Finally, I reached over and picked up my phone. The first headline loaded. And my entire body went still. MILLIONAIRE’S FIANCÉE ACCUSED OF USING MEN FOR STATUS: THE TRUTH ABOUT MILLY WHITMORE. I stared at it. Then I scrolled. FROM ISAAC BROOKE’S WIFE TO DECLAN LAURENT’S FUTURE WIFE: MILLY’S PERFECT UPGRADE.