Millionaire Romance Novels & Stories

I couldn’t keep the shock out of my voice. “Yes.” “Why?” “Because this is where you find wealthy men. Not at the coffee shop.” He said, his face twisting in annoyance. We walked the short hallway and entered a bar. I looked around— for those having sex but there was none. “Hey, Killian.” A petite woman wearing black lingerie said as she stepped in front of Killian. She looked so beautiful with a supermodel body. She grabbed Killian’s face and smashed her lips on his. What the hell! And Killian wasn’t pushing her off either.

— Crossed Paths (Completed): This one's about two sisters (Rana and Ellen) who accidentally fall in love with one Man (Traven) and things take turn in an unexpected way for these three. — Millionaire's Hot Secretary: A woman, Imogen Mark, is transferred from being the secretary of her nice and easy-going boss to a cold and hot millionaire. Read it to find out how she manages to adjust to his strict style of working with him and how their love unfolds in an unexpected way. — My Teacher Is My Boyfriend: *Forbidden Romance*

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.

“I hope you have no problem with polygamy?” “What?” Zoe asked and Mia chuckled. “Relax. It’s not that serious. That,” she called pointing at the television, “is just rumor and I’m sure Jasmine is the architect of it. This is what happens when you ignored all the women in the world and chose to date an actress. Avery is just paying his dues.” Zoe sighed and took a seat, wondering just what she actually got herself into. “Is this how you plan to live in this house?” Mia continued, looking at her. “Don’t you plan to work?”

“We’ll open bidding at..” “I’ll start,” Shawn said sharply. “Five hundred thousand.” A ripple of murmurs spread through the room. Slade didn’t react. Until he did. “One million,” he said calmly. Shawn stiffened. Isabella smirked, glancing back at me. “Must be nice to have a husband with money, Ariana.” I smiled. Sweet, controlled and deadly. “It must be exhausting,” I said softly, “to pretend you’re fine, Isabella.” Her eyes flashed.

And me, drowning in debt, desperately treading water to keep us afloat. Then Declan appeared like a dark angel, offering salvation I couldn't refuse. With a flourish of his pen, he paid off all my father's debts and whisked my brother away to rehab. For the small price of my hand in marriage, he saved my family. So what if he was an Irish mafia boss. I was out of options. The door opened with a gust of cold air that rustled my scarf. I looked up to see Alexandra, her head bent toward her boyfriend, Drew Preston. They appeared to be engrossed in conversation, completely oblivious to me.

"I can't believe that she had come all the way here to act so in mature. Just because they are rich, they think they can just step all over anybody. I mean, those two deserve each other," Doris said, rolling her eyes in irritation . "I didn't even know that Christain was married. He kept insinuating that he wanted me back and I had no idea that he was married to Lara, what a huge jerk!" Miriam muttered before rubbing the back of her ear tiredly.

As if the baby knows, it moves under her hand, and the millionaire feels immense happiness. He leans towards her and deposits a soft kiss on her tummy. "Rest, beautiful baby," he says, kissing her skin again, but without removing his hand. Then he stands up and moves away from her. "Rest, Arya, thank you for this. Good night." And he leaves. Arya says nothing, her heart bursts into a thousand pieces at the humanity with which he treats her. Her illusions are rebuilt, and she begins to think of a possibility of a future at the side of the sexiest millionaire in New York, Ayden Emory.

"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

Isabella's POV I never thought I'd be one to consider such an offer. A contract marriage with a billionaire? It sounds like something out of a cheesy romance novel. But as I stared at the stack of bills on my kitchen table, I knew that I couldn't keep living like this. My life was a constant cycle of work and debt, and I was tired of it. I wanted more for myself, and I knew that moving to New York City was the first step. That's when I met Daniel Stone, a man who would change my life forever.