Millionaire Romance Novels & Stories

Ive only ever seen him give his clients that look. " It was hardly a date Leo, plus nothing happened. He's just an arrogant man with more money imaginable." " Mia honey, let me tell you that not everything is about money." He tells me, a dazed look crossing his face. " I'll admit I'm a wealthy person. But that doesn't mean it defines who I am, not everybody is like your father and his friends."

It lay open on the floor, its contents spilled across the polished mahogany. Among my keys and a half-empty pack of tissues was my old, tattered wallet. The flap had popped open, revealing a faded polaroid of Toby smiling widely, his tiny arms wrapped around my neck, alongside a stack of unpaid, overdue hospital bills stamped with red warnings. Lucien looked at the photo, then back to my face. A strange, calculating shadow flickered across his silver eyes. It was gone as quickly as it appeared, replaced by a cold, business-like calculation. "Five hundred thousand," Lucien murmured, crossing his arms. "To you, it's an impossible fortune. To me, it's pocket change. But I am not a charity, Scar

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

"If it isn't my favorite stepsister and her attack dog. Shopping for the unemployment line, Mia?" Scarlett's whole body tensed. "You scheming little—" Taylor's voice dripped honey-coated poison. "Is that any way to speak to your future Mrs. Branson? Though I suppose I already am, aren't I? After all, Kyle and I have been... reconnecting." "You mean manipulating," Scarlett spat. "That's all you know how to do, isn't it? "

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.

How dare he. Don't get me wrong when I said he was a millionaire. Yes, he was a millionaire, but I wasn't a gold digger dating him for his money, it was the other way round. He was a millionaire, heir to a company, but, I was Fiona Katherine Winchester, billionaire and CEO of Winchester Group of Industries, the third most successful company on the entire continent, and, his company worked for mine. He was dating me for my money and I was dating him for my peace of mind.

She was wearing a blue gown and nude makeup which accentuated her beauty. "Ten Million dollars, are you ready?" Miller's husky voice sank deep into my system. My gaze left the young lady's sight to that of my best friend. "What for?" I asked, seems I was missing out on something. "Lure the lady in dating you for a week, and get a compensation of ten million dollars." Miller raised an eyebrow, his lips full of smirks. I don't know what game he was trying to play, but I was going to beat him on this. After all, I was hot, classic, and handsome. I was literally every woman's dream. I mean, who wouldn't want to date a billionaire?

-Good day, My name is Henry. I am part of a very wealthy family believe it or not and stand the chance to be the heir of a very large fortune worth millions of dollars. The only thing standing between my trust fund and I is marriage. That’s where you come in. Most women that I encounter are after my money and would use whatever tricks up their sleeve to maximize off of pretending to love me, that’s why I would rather have a fake marriage with someone that I know is after my money from the word go. Of course you would be compensated handsomely for your participation and the marriage would be for only five years while I gain access to my trust fund. The amount of money that you would get would