Millionaire Romance Novels & Stories

In two weeks, I find myself seated in Luca's house, twirling and playing with my wedding ring. I still can't believe I'm married to a man I spent years resenting. The contract is simple for me. No Love, No attachment and No asking me questions regarding the past. His is also simple, we have to stay married for a year and six months, his grandfather will watch how we are doing for a year before he earns his inheritance and I will be given a monthly allowance amongst other things.

I replied, annoyed. “ Actually doctor, My friend is hardcore romance reader and it's nothing new for her to dream about getting kidnapped or abducted by some Mafia or Billionaire who's obsessed with her. She must have thought it's one of the stories that's stuck in her head. But now I can bet, she won't be disappointed hearing that it's not just a story. But she actually is married to a hunk billionare who is a maniac actually.” She clapped her hands in excitement. “ Thanks for the compliments, Cally.” I pressed my lips into a thing line at the adjectives she used to describe me.

I said, my voice filled with a mixture of anticipation and wonder. He turned towards me, his eyes filled with curiosity. "What is it, Mia? What have you found?" Taking a deep breath, I began to unravel the mystery that had unfolded before me. "This letter... It's from my grandmother, Charlotte. It reveals a secret that has been hidden for years. She was deeply in love with your grandfather, Nathaniel. Their love was forbidden, and when they discovered they couldn't be together openly, they made a heart-wrenching decision."

"I'm not one to go with the crowd." Cullen's eyes locked onto mine, his expression intense. He seemed to be pondering his question carefully before he finally spoke. "I see... So tell me, would you marry me if I wasn't a billionaire?" Cullen asked, his voice filled with curiosity. His question caught me off guard, and for a moment, my mind raced to find the right words. I had to compose myself and give an answer that wouldn't implicate me or reveal my true feelings. "Well," I began, trying to choose my words carefully, "I believe that love should be the foundation of every relationship. So far, I'm genuinely in love with you, Cullen. Your financial status is just an added bonus."

Mrs Brown said and stood up at once before making her way out of Mirah's view. " What's going on? She doesn't want a rich guy for Layla? " Mirah thought as she carried the bags full of foodstuffs she had brought for them. She took them to the kitchen before heading out of the Brown's Apartment. ** The Girl's Apartment ** " She said that? " Layla asked surprisingly and Mirah nodded. " Yeah, that was exactly what her words meant " Mirah said and Layla groaned inwardly. " Gosh,, so definitely if she's aware that my boyfriend is one fvcking millionaire.. she wouldn't be in acceptance of him? " Layla asked Mirah.

Even at sixteen he knew no relationship could ever be beautiful, they all eventually turned ugly. He shook off the memory and concentrated on the present. "Why don't you tell me what you are looking for in this marriage?" "One hundred and fifty thousand dollars upfront. In cash." He leaned closer to her intrigued, "Hell, that's alot of money. Gambling debts?" An invisible wall slammed between them. "No." "Shopping spree?" Temper flared in her eyes. "None of your business. Part of the deal is that you don't ask me questions about the money and how i intend to use it."

I whisper back and she giggles. “You’re welcome, don't mention.” She laughs and brushes her shoulder, prideful. That's hot. Thoughtful… so many words I can't explain. “How are you sure he’s gonna come?” She hums and moves her head both ways. “Rumor has it that young millionaires love to explore.” She leans in. “And your Mister smelled like a billion dollars.” I blush harder. “And if he thinks we’re stalking him?” “I bet he wouldn't mind.” She waves her fine nails. “Enough with the questions, Lena. You don't want to jinx it.”

" I asked, feeling pissed off. "Besides, he doesn't even love that lady. They were forced to get married for f**k sake!" "Are you kidding me?" She scoffed. "Did you just say Ryan doesn't love, Bethel? Please Karen, don't act like you don't know what's going on. He bought an expensive Bugatti for her for valentine. You also told us about the expensive necklace he bought for at the mall. And just yesterday, she was staying alone with him at his mansion. So, are you still tryna say Ryan doesn't love her?

He remembers the sweet taste of her lips, it's velvety smoothness against his. Shit! She is still hot, still the same irresistible beauty she was then. But is her beauty worth ignoring her deceit and betrayal? Is it? Is he supposed to ignore the red flags and give in to his heart's desire? He is a fucking billionaire for heaven's sake! He can get any woman at a snap of his fingers and God knows there are many fine, sexy women out there who would throw themselves into his arms at a slight opportunity. Why then is he fixated on the sly, deceitful Louisa?

He was a gentleman on the outside, but dangerous and ruthless underneath that expensive suit he loved to wear. And he had connections to the mafia, for Pete’s sake. I didn’t need that kind of trouble in my life. But those steel-like eyes! That mouth! That body! The chemistry I felt in that very moment when I had met him has never been replicated. It was barely a fleeting moment in his book. In mine, it was a life changing event in a mere second.