Mills And Boon Romance Novels Free Online Read Novels & Stories

“Girl, please. That man worships you. If I had Zayn Vanderbilt’s card, I’d be signing up on everything, from cooking classes to space camp. Let’s go.” **** Rilly pulled up the website on her laptop, typing away, her eyebrows scrunched. “Okay, fashion design it is. Do you want beginner, intermediate, or let’s-pretend-you are-the-next-big-thing level?” I laughed, leaning over her shoulder. “Probably beginner. Let’s not get ahead of ourselves.” “Done. Now, payment...” She gave me a sly look. I reached for my phone, pulling up Zayn’s details. “You are enjoying this, aren’t you?”

Nothing as complicated as marriage yet, I just wanted to introduce her to my world. One day, she stormed into my suite with anger and betrayal clearly etched on her face. She was holding a magazine that had both our faces on it. It read, "Billionaire heir of the Martinez empire seen with Polish local. Looks like even Polish girls aren't immune to the beautiful art of gold-digging."

That's when I met Bobby. Bobby Wilcox was gorgeous. Tall, blonde, and handsome, he had girls swooning over him as soon as they saw him. I was no different. I met him at a party and couldn't get enough. He told me he loved me. I believed him and, for a time, believed that we would live happily ever after.

Scarlett barely held back a satisfied smirk. "Baby," she repeated again, this time her voice sweet as sugar and loud enough so everyone heard, "I need a favor." "Anything you want, sweetheart." Scarlett traced her fingers lazily over the marble counter, she was letting the anticipation build. The workers were scared shitless wondering what new thing she was about to come up with. "I need you to buy Élan Luxe for me." The entire room sucked in a breath at once. Eleanor blinked rapidly like the statement took a part of her brain with it. She opened her mouth, closed it, opened it again. "You have got to be joking."

Dear Readers, This book has been revamped, meaning Goodnovel has created another version of the book. Like what happened with The CEO's Ex-Wife Is A Famous Doctor, you can find the old version of Divorced My Cheating Husband, Married A Billionaire in your library. I encourage everyone never to delete the book. Alternatively, you can go to your "WALLET" and access the recently unlocked books. You can access the old version from there as long as you are actively unlocking recent chapters.

Anita said in between their kiss. She moaned as he kissed her neck, then trailed his lips down her collarbone before trailing his wet tongue down her breasts. Her breath quickened, and her body arched toward him, seeking more of his touch. Her skin flushed with heat as goosebumps rose along her arms. Every gentle caress and teasing pinch sent shivers down her spine, making her gasp and moan with desire. Their bodies moved in sync, a dance of passion and raw craving. Charles’ hands roamed over her curves, each touch igniting a fire within her that she couldn’t control. Anita’s nails raked down his back, leaving trails of tingling sensation as she pulled him closer, their breaths mingling in t

My chest tightened as I stared at the headline that flashed across the screen. “Billionaire Marries Mystery Woman – Scandal Erupts” Then another. “Homewrecker? Questions Surround Vera Gold” My fingers curled slightly at my sides. “No…” It was everywhere. Every screen I checked, every angle, and they all made me look guilty. I swallowed hard as my throat went dry. “They are all lying?” I whispered, “Why?” Besides me, I felt Sylas go still. Then, his expression darkened, “Of course,” he whispered under his breath, “It has started,”

“Like I’m choosing for myself. Not just taking what’s given.” After the mall, they hit a cozy independent bookstore tucked between a coffee shop and a laundromat. The bell above the door jingled as they entered, and the scent of old paper and fresh ink wrapped around them. Ella gravitated immediately to the fiction section—mysteries with intricate plots and fantasies filled with magic and second chances. “Maybe reading will jog something,” she said hopefully, stacking three books in Marcus’s arms. One was about a woman rediscovering her past through dreams; another followed unlikely heroes on a road trip. Marcus added a sturdy notebook with thick, unlined pages. “For when the pieces come bac

I answered without much interest, expecting some routine complaint, but the nervousness in his voice reached me immediately. “Sir, have you seen the news?” My jaw tightened. “What news?” There was a brief pause, and then he said, “There are reports everywhere that Sharon Miles has married Xavier Combs.” For a second, I thought I had heard him wrongly. “What did you just say?” “Sir, it is already online. The story is spreading fast.” I ended the call before he could say anything else and opened my browser. The moment the headlines filled my screen, I went still.

He wouldn't remember the way her heart was trying to kick its way out of her ribs, or the way her hands shook as she reached up to touch his burning skin. ‘Lucien,’ she breathed, her voice small and broken. He didn't answer with words. He crashed his mouth against hers with a messy, desperate intensity. It wasn't a practiced kiss; it was the way a drowning man reaches for air. Evelyn groaned into the heat of it, her fingers digging into the damp fabric of his shirt. She pulled him closer, her nails grazing his shoulders, and for a heartbeat, she wasn't a student or a Sterling bride. She was just a woman falling into the arms of a man she had never truly known.