Millionaire Romance Novels & Stories

“You do right now. Carl rarely considers anyone his friend. He hardly sees anyone anymore, probably because he doesn’t trust anyone. He can’t slow down if he wants to stay ahead of the game. The world of Wall Street waits for no one. Not even for multi-billionaires.” Carl, a multi-billionaire? Mandy blinked. What might she be getting herself into? She headed to the table and collected her purse. “Where do you think you are going?” Claudiastood. “We have things we need to discuss. You’re my maid of honor.” “You’ll be fine without me.” Mandy sucked in a shaky breath. “I’ll do whatever you need me to do. You know I will.” She hurried out before anyone could convince her to stay. She had a feeli

Why is he so shameless this early into the day. “Not just a millionaire. He’s incredibly romantic too,” Zara, my dearest traitor of a sister, continues. She pushes Roland’s cushion away and stands up, heading straight toward us. She stops right in front of Banks, who is still trying to lock eyes with me. "Are all millionaires this romantic? Because I definitely want one for myself. Do you happen to have any single friends?” “I cannot say,” Banks reply smoothly. Finally looking away from me to stare down at Zara, who is looking up at him with wide, opportunistic eyes. “I am a Billionaire" How can I stop Banks to stop talking?

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.”

“You’re so analytical. He’s a sweetheart! He’s a freakin millionaire and he gives you the treatment in bed. What’s not to love?” “Okay.” She’d drawn another smile from me. Richard was actually a billionaire, but what difference did that make? “What are you doubting?” “I want the happily ever after.” “After all this time, you found the man who fits your criteria. All those lists you made in college, you read them to me! I know you, Wil! Richard is perfect for you. I can’t see you being satisfied with anyone else. And if what you said about him in bed is true . . .” Roman focused on a nearby hot pepper stand and didn’t see the tattooed man in front of us stop to talk to his toddlers. She walke

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?

“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.”