Millionaire Romance Novels & Stories

“Explain to me why you took my card without asking. You went on a huge shopping spree for yourself and your friend. Why?” Mina’s grin didn't go away. She tilted her head and tossed her hair. “Oh, that? I just thought it was a fair thing to do. I mean, you did marry me. I’m just using my rights as your wife.” Zion felt a spark of fury, but he kept his voice steady. “Being a wife doesn't mean you can spend millions without asking. Millions, Mina. Do you understand how much that is?” Mina hummed a little tune. She tossed her bags onto the couch. Then, she pulled out her marriage license and flipped it open like it was a shield.

If he returned, he would thrust her into the blinding world of money that he'd worked so hard to escape. Watt threw a small pebble into the ocean waves, quickly losing sight of it in the foam and turbulence of the water. He was that pebble when he was a billionaire. Unusual and unique in the water, but surrounded and lost. He laughed bitterly. Being a billionaire wasn't all he'd thought it would be. He much preferred the simple life he had here. He was happy here. But Cassie wasn't going to be here anymore. He needed to convince her to stay.

Maybe it was a big deal, maybe not, Amelia had no idea, she only knew that she wanted to make him that coffee quickly so that he would leave, hoping that this would happen and that the guy wouldn't stay in the establishment until the woman's turn was over. When she finished with the coffee, she grabbed it as quickly as she could, almost dropping it, walking to Maximiliano and handing it to him with mock politeness. "Here you are, sir," he mumbled, only because it was the policy of the place to do so. Maximiliano opened the coffee, smelling it with delight, then raising his face to her, who was still standing there, waiting for payment, the millionaire's eyes fell on the woman's legs, which w

Ltd for a year and six month, but she was already an icon in the advertising world. She also had a personal life as well. She had an affair with a married man once, and a relationship with a man who she lived with for three years. Before that, she dated randomly, artists or her clients, but she had been single for a year now. The married man was a Scottish business man who was commuted between India, London, China and New York. And the man that she lived with owned a real estate agency, and had broken things off when Emma refused to marry him. He had left her to marry and have children , a fate Emma considered worse than death.

This particular one had both my name, Mia Donovan, and the billionaire, James Christopher Maxwell, on it. I couldn’t help myself and glanced at the man before me, watching me closely with his expressionless face. I decided then the billionaire didn’t look like a Christopher. James? Yes. Maxwell? Definitely. But certainly not a Christopher. It didn’t suit him. Returning my attention to the rest, I noted the words mistress, five years, two million dollars, and a whole lot of others I didn’t know or understand. I wondered if I should take it to a lawyer and have it clarified.

Additionally, going forward, not all stories will have bonuses. On to the main matter: I want a light book for my next project, something that doesn’t make me teary while writing and also, I want to leave the woods for the big city for a while, so I thought, why not get high blood pressure and delve into the world of greedy mother-in-laws and audacious husbands in My next book, a billionaire romance, ‘Trillionaire After Divorce’. It should be out by January if all factors are cooperative; it will not be as tragic as this one, but it will still have some darkness...and tons of romantic angst. I’ll tell you this in advance: be ready to throw hands at audacities!

Rhett could write a book on them. Like most guys with their heavy wallets, they never knew if they caught women based on their wits, style, and looks or simply because of their ability to pay the bills. For rich men who owned it all, it was the little things that made them hungry. One of the biggest things a millionaire asked in his head as a sexy beauty wrapped her mouth around his erection was if she did it because she craved him, or was she doing it for the money. Rhett never had to ask that question. The answer never changed. All women did it for the money. But the millionaire couldn’t swallow that honesty down, so he pretended it was about him as he closed his eyes and enjoyed himself.

When the call ended, I set my phone down and stared at the library walls, feeling lighter than I had in months. ** The photos went live on a Tuesday. Mira sent me the link before I even woke up. HAVE YOU SEEN THIS?? she wrote, followed by seventeen exclamation marks and a string of emojis I did not bother decoding. I opened the link still half asleep, squinting at my phone in the gray morning light. Aldric was already gone, his side of the bed cool. The headline stopped my breath. FENMORE'S REAL ROMANCE: BILLIONAIRE CEO AND OMEGA HUSBAND SEAL LOVE IN MONACO.