Novel & Cerita Millionaire Romance

“So you have to treat our domestic staff with disrespect because you were born into some shitty wealthy family? Aren’t you afraid that tables could turn one day?” “Like hell, it would. My father has been part of the top five richest men in the states for years now. He has been number one for six years in a row. Oh, do I need to remind you that without our help, You and your family would probably be on the streets, begging for daily bread?” “Besides, as your wife, I’m entitled to all that is yours. So don’t stand there and talk to me like I’m one of your shitty mistresses who doesn’t know her right.” Tessie glared at Adam.

I couldn't see any more, so I went back home. To be truthful I wasn't hurt, I was sad to know the friend I trusted would betray me. In a way I was relieved that I didn't had to marry her. I didn't wanted to make her my girlfriend, I wanted just her to be my fuck buddy. But after my divorce, Lockwood Ent. took all the shares back from the company. It was obvious her father would do that. My company was falling apart. It was stable because of Lexi's father. But he threatened to withdraw his shares too if I used his daughter as my fuck buddy. So I couldn't do anything but ask her to be my girlfriend. Then because of mom I had to ask her to be my fiancé. It was never my decision. I never loved h

She was an adult who adored her husband unconditionally. I soaked in a warm bath, smiling and feeling good. Dani called as I got out of the bath, and I swiped my receiver button. "Girl! I was about to call you. Leo sent $500,000 for shopping, and guess what? It's not part of my payment. Dani screamed gleefully, "We're rich, Mimi! We're fucking rich!" She couldn't stop screaming. I heard a male voice in the background. "Dani, are you shagging a guy?"

“Just the beautiful ones.” And just like that I snapped out of my trance and was back to reality. I was back in the elevator and before me, was the infamous playboy billionaire, Kareem Finnegan. Ding! “Have a good day Mr. Finnegan,” I hurried out of the elevator; without looking back for a second, I made my way to my car and drove off. --------------------------------- La Creperie always smelt like spring and roast duck.

where Sara's simple marriage to Mason could be appreciated, this confirmed that her ex-girlfriend had married a billionaire and of course she would have a lot of money, she had to agree with Sara's evil mother to carry out a plan and be able to take very good advantage of this. Roberto paid his friend for the work and went straight home, Mariane had already returned from work, and he must decide with her. - Mariane! Mariane, I've got good news for you- Roberto enters the house screaming. "Tell me, my love, what happened?" - She responds, as he takes her by the waist and lifts her up into the air. I found out that Sara during this time married a billionaire and guess what? - He tells her with

I am done. He tossed the pen onto the table; it rolled and stopped in front of Nora. "Richard, you can't do that!" Elizabeth gasped. "You’ll have nothing; You will be a nobody!" "At least I’ll be a father," Richard said, turning toward the door. "And I’ll be a man who can look at himself in the mirror and be proud of his reflection. Good luck with the merger Arthur, I hope the money keeps you warm." When Richard returned to the penthouse, he was no longer the billionaire heir. He was a man who had just walked away from a billion-dollar legacy.

"We're not a couple, Kyle. We're a contract." "Then let's celebrate your success with the Havers project." He wouldn't meet my eyes, studying his coffee instead. "As... friends." Friends. The word tasted bitter. "Fine," I found myself saying. "One day." "Really?" He looked up. "Don't make me change my mind." I stood, gathering our plates. A ghost of a smile crossed his face. "I'll have the car brought around." The luxury boutiques of Milan Square stretched before us, a glittering monument to excess. Usually, the artistry captivated me - the way fabrics draped, the interplay of textures and colors, the attention to minute details. Today, though, the displays felt hollow, meaningless.

God, he looks so sexy, so masculine and all I want is to run back up to him, place my legs around his waist and have him carry me back into the warm bed that is still unmade from us last night. Alas I cannot. I am an heiress to a fortune, a billionairess now in my own right and I have responsibilities. Which I wish I didn’t. The thought of living in a small apartment in Paris, with just croissants and coffee for breakfast sounds rather appealing right now. Perhaps I will book a special romantic trip for Dante and I when this tour is over.

"but as you realize I haven't married him yet, and I wouldn't have to give you money, you're completely crazy." "Have you fallen in love with the millionaire? Tell me the truth." "I haven't fallen in love with him, but if that were to happen it wouldn't be your problem, aren't you seeing the confirmation of the termination of what we had of a relationship by your side?" Diane answers him while looking sideways at the woman who was accompanying Joshua. "Look stupid, don't talk to me like that, if you don't give me the money, I swear that the next house I will burn down will be the millionaire's, but this time I will make sure that all of you are inside, do you understand me?"

"It’s more believable. Couples in love don’t live in separate boroughs." She stared at him. "You’re out of your mind." "You already said yes. Consider this an upgrade." "What about my job, do I have to quit it?" "Quit it. Or keep it and ruin the illusion."said he Eden breathed in deeply. This man was relentless. Controlled. And clearly used to getting everything he wanted. "I want ten thousand," she said. His eyes sparkled. "Now we’re negotiating." Later, Cassian showed her to the guest suite that was now hers. It overlooked the Hudson, decorated in minimalist tones that felt like a catalog page. Not a trace of humanity in sight.