Millionaire Romance Novels & Stories

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?

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-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

Jeez, I knew from the beginning that whatever was between us would always be a business proposal, it's not like he would even think of me in that direction. I mean, look at me, I'm broke with nothing to claim account for, I can't even match his status one bit or even be as prettier as those girls that used to hover around us. I really should stop daydreaming always. The reason why we haven't really gotten in touch with the paparazzi is because of the way the town is. Who would even think that the almighty billionaire Alexander Donovan, would come here. A low town like Hawthorne. I sighed, crossing my legs and staring up at the children playing not far from where I was when I tilted my head a

Elara was keenly aware of the wedding ring on her finger, a symbol of the vow she had recently taken. As they neared his mansion, the reality of her new life began to sink in. She was now Mrs. Damian Blackwood, the billionaire’s reluctant bride, tied to him in a marriage of convenience that neither of them truly wanted. But as much as she resented the circumstances that had brought them to this point, she couldn’t ignore the growing curiosity about the man she had just married.

I can feel his eyes boring into my back as I walk away, but I don’t dare look back at him. As I walk through the crowd, I spot Veronica across the room. She’s talking with some man I don’t recognize, but her posture is perfect and her smile radiant, as always. She’s everything I could never be. Confident. Successful. Accomplished. She fits here. I never will. I calm my nerves and take a deep breath. "Leila." The voice stops me. I turn slowly, almost feel extreme reluctance to look at anyone, and there he is. Alexander Hawke. The man I’m about to marry. The billionaire. The stranger.

, Vera said. "But then he lost his Wife and son". I paused, Shocked! "He was married?". "To the love of his life, they have been dating since highschool days, they got married pretty early, after she got pregnant. They were in love so they just tied the knot. I think he was like 25 when they got married, he was the youngest Millionaire in the country that time. So on their sons 1 year birthday, they decided to go on a boat cruise. He had some work stuff to do that day so he couldn't join them that day, but he promised them he'll meet them the next day. Something happened and the boat sank and both she and his child died. He couldn't forgive himself. He kept on saying it was his fault for now

And at the center of it all, behind a sleek black desk, sat the man who was going to be my husband. Sebastian Wolfe. Billionaire. CEO. Devil in a tailored suit. His gray eyes found me the moment I stepped forward, the sound of my heels clicking against the marble floor, the only sound breaking the silence of his office. He didn’t smile. He almost never did. Instead, he leaned back in his chair, one hand tapping a sleek fountain pen against a stack of papers. “You’re late.” He said, his voice smooth but authoritative. I swallowed the lump in my throat. “Traffic.”