Millionaire Romance Novels & Stories

"Holy shit!" She gasped, turning the screen toward me, where the announcement post was going viral on I*******m: “SOCIALITE, ARTIST AND MODEL CHARLOTTE MILLER ALL SET TO MARRY XEROS MARTINEZ: A BILLIONAIRE WITH A DARK PAST.” “What… how is this possible?” He was the scary, infamous heir of the Marinez Empire, who was rumoured to handle all their illegal dealings. How had the Millers agreed on this arrangement?

She fixes her dress, taking his hand in hers as they walk into the building together. The elevator doors shut behind them and he was on her again, lips finding hers and palms landing on her ass, kneading the flesh, low grunts and moans escaped their mouths as they both kissed passionately. "Your name baby." He questions in between the kisses. "Your name." she returns, and he chuckles. "Williams Campbell" he answers, kissing down to her jaw. A small smirk plays on her lips as she moans out softly "Will" "Nobody calls me that." Williams says, tongue running over his lower lip, her fingers grip the strands of his hair as she leans in "Well, I do now, Williams." she whispers.

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.

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.”

“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.

Cassie paused with a fork-full of eggs halfway to her mouth. “I'm a billionaire. Women look at me and see all their dreams coming true,” he told her. Cassie set her eggs back down. “I don't see you that way.” “You mean you don't want me to make your dreams come true?” he teased, liking the way she blushed.

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

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.