Millionaire Romance Novels & Stories

She grinned at her perky aunt. “Oh yeah!” Millie had a smirk on her thin lips. “And what about you, little Geri Cherry, when are you going to get it through your pretty head that you’re wasting away chasing your smoke-filled dreams? Find yourself a millionaire before that hot body of yours goes all the way downhill.” “That what you did, Auntie dear? I didn’t know Randall Rogan was a millionaire back then.”

"It is scary but I haven't seen you like this - happy in this way - ever. You might get hurt or you might find the guy for you." Kit looked into Gemma's eyes worriedly. "I don't want to fall in love with him just for it to not work out. Or worse. I fall in love with him and he turns into an asshole overnight." "I'm not going to lie, there's always that risk. Even when you're not dating reformed billionaire playboys," Gemma admitted before sipping her drink. "There's also the risk that you'll end up with a Max." Gemma turned her head and hollered down the hallway, "Baby!"

Let's see Harrison, I'm not understanding anything, according to what I read in the entertainment magazines, she's happy, she's going to get married and everything, plus Jonathan is a billionaire businessman with a lot of companies at his feet, and one of the most sought-after bachelors in the city. "I know, Mom, but have you seen this?" Have you seen her silently ask for help? Something must be going on and I'll make sure it's not what I'm thinking. "What are you thinking, Harrison?" "That man is forcing her, there must be something involved, a reason, a situation "No son, that's too much, I feel you're exaggerating your imagination, even if it was to do business and get us out of this pove

I leaned forward, resting my elbows on the table, my gaze locked on hers. “I’ll give you romance,” I said, my voice low and deliberate. “I’ll sweep you off your feet, take you to the most beautiful places in the world, spoil you with everything you’ve ever wanted. But you have to be careful what you wish for. Romance comes with a price.” Millie’s eyes widened slightly, her breath catching for just a second before she recovered, her playful smirk returning. “Oh, please,” she said, waving me off. “You couldn’t sweep me off my feet if you tried.”

"Let's just say certain…family obligations require a change in my marital status. And you, Miss Moore, possess a certain charm and…unexpectedness that suits my needs." Charm? Unexpectedness? Such vague answers did little to quell my unease. "But why a baker? There must be a hundred socialites lining up for the chance to be Mrs. Billionaire." A rueful smile played on his lips. "Socialites are predictable, Miss Moore. You, on the other hand, present an intriguing…wild card." Wild card? The term sent a shiver down my spine. Was I signing up to be a pawn in some high-stakes game I didn't even understand?

I mumbled, but he managed to hear me and violently held my hand. “Don't you ever say anything like that again!” “You're hurting me!” “I told you a thousand times. Once you are the wife of a man like me, you will be forever.” “A man like you? A heartless man?” Suddenly, he pulled her close to my body and passionately kissed my lips. I didn't follow the kiss, on the contrary, I broke the contact. He rejected me a moment ago, why did he want to kiss me now? “A heartless millionaire, that's what I am. A heartless millionaire who has you as his possession. Mine forever, my dear. From this marriage you never get out.”

“Why did you tell her, Harvey? We agreed to keep it a secret, my father cautioned my mother before she spilled any more news about how much danger we were in. “But she deserves to know Reagan! We can't keep on lying to her. I told you not to agree to Elliot’s terms but you did. Now our daughter has to bear the consequences of your actions. “Papa, I stormed and they both looked at me. What is Mum talking about? “Cora, it's not as your mum says. The company is going well, it's just some inner issues. “Papa, I cut him off before he told me any more lies. I'd advise you to think twice before lying to me. He felt ashamed and placed his head down. Then he began to explain how bad the company has b

The city's distant buzz grew faint as Emily sat opposite Liam Westbrook in his glass-walled office, the air between them heavy with tension. She nervously toyed with the hem of her coat, her thoughts spinning from his shocking proposal. Marriage. To a billionaire. For money. It sounded like the kind of wild scheme you’d read in trashy romance novels, not something that happened to real people—least of all her. “I understand this may come as a shock,” Liam said, leaning back in his chair with an air of cool indifference, “but I’m not asking for your hand out of sentimentality. This is a business arrangement, plain and simple.”

That little movement made something warm bloom in my chest. The woman behind the counter gave us a patient smile, the kind that said she’d seen every kind of couple walk through her door. “Can I help you gentlemen?” she asked gently. Jasmine jumped in before I could speak. “He needs an engagement ring. For him.” She pointed straight at Eli. Eli just kept looking at the rings, calm as ever. The woman turned to him. “Any preference?” “Simple,” Eli said right away, voice low and sure. “Nothing too flashy. Nothing that’ll get in the way when I’m working.”

Her eyes were red already, as we both sat down on the sofa. “Tell me everything.” She said, “That is if you are up for it." I mean, you don't get kidnapped by the mafia every day." I groaned. "Please don't say it like that." She immediately grinned. I groaned louder and I could hear Seraphina and Tristan giggling from the kitchen. It was obvious they were enjoying every part of this torment from Clarissa. "You had a secret romance with an art professor who turned out to be a mafia prince."