Mm Billionaire Romance Novels & Stories

The city's distant buzz grew faint as Emily sat opposite Liam Westbrook in his glass-walled office, the air between them heavy with tension. She nervously toyed with the hem of her coat, her thoughts spinning from his shocking proposal. Marriage. To a billionaire. For money. It sounded like the kind of wild scheme you’d read in trashy romance novels, not something that happened to real people—least of all her. “I understand this may come as a shock,” Liam said, leaning back in his chair with an air of cool indifference, “but I’m not asking for your hand out of sentimentality. This is a business arrangement, plain and simple.”

“Money or you.” Sophie met his gaze. “And you chose?” He dropped a document onto the table. “Neither. I chose myself.” She scanned the paper. It was a withdrawal from the Trust. He’d signed away 1.4 billion dollars in potential inheritance. Sophie whispered, “You didn’t have to do that.” “I did,” he replied. “Because I won’t build my future with hands chained to someone else’s gold.” She stepped closer. And kissed him. Camellia broke into the second partition of the Ash List USB.

"I think I've read this exact plot in a romance novel. This is the part where you come into his life and transform him into a kind-hearted millionaire." Evelina couldn't help rolling her eyes once again. Sometimes she wondered if her best friend spent more time reading romance novels than living in the real world. Every situation somehow reminded her of a happily-ever-after, no matter how unrealistic it sounded. "Unfortunately, this is called reality and such things do not happen in the real world. Adrian is exactly who he is... mean and cold-hearted. In fact, we're moving into his house very soon. That's part of the deal." "You mean his mansion?" Ava asked.

Knowing this, Nevaeh has impressed me on different levels. I knew that Mason Miller had a second daughter who I seriously thought would be like her older sister. Her older sister was a well-known model, but she was also known in the business industry as somehow who was cunning and manipulative. She has been seen with plenty of business bachelors which were new faces in the business industry. However, the very confusing thing was that after a couple of months the new faced bachelors suddenly became bankrupt overnight and she dumped them and moved onto her next prey as nothing had happened.

“Male accessories, watches, bracelets, rings, those kinds of stuff...” He nodded. He walked towards what she had previously assumed was a wall. He moved something she couldn’t see and the wall rolled away to the side. He disappeared behind it. Not long after she brought out a small case, and he placed it on the table before her. “Here you go miss". He picked up one and showed it. “This is the...” “Richard Mille RM 55 Asia edition” He smiled. “You know your stuff" “I am married to a billionaire,” she said with an air of pride.

she smirked, an evil glint in her eyes. “But fuck! It wasn’t supposed to happen this way. I already arranged a deal with some horny older man but you got lucky by sleeping with that hot billionaire. You bitch! I bet you don’t remember him, good, cause I’m not helping you find him. Go raise your baby alone” she smirked. “H-how could you?” I stuttered. My tears were uncontrollable and I was glad not much where paying attention to my ongoing drama. “Fuck. You. Bitch” Cara sneered. She picked up her purse and exited the cafe.

"Marrying me wouldn't be a loss, Krystal. Financially, I'm well-off. In terms of looks, many say I'm handsome. Physically, there's no shortage of people saying I'm charming." When will we reach our destination, dear Lord!

he replied and then redrew this hand from mine, I kind of felt disappointed when his hand left mine. Wait, why am I disappointed? I shouldn't... Right, but his large hand felt so good and warm on my small hand. "Oh brother, you guys are acting so formal like you are dealing with a business or something, brother meet Latia, my bestest friend and your marriage date and Latia meet my brother Alexander, now cut it off, of calling each other Mr. Colton and Ms. Evan, also for your information brother, she is a Samson not Evan," Casendra spoke out loud which made everyone laugh except for Mr. Co... I mean Greek God.

he murmured, “the world will know your name.” She smiled. “One day.” Outside, the city continued unaware. Inside, a billionaire claimed not an empire— But a wife the world would never see coming.

But the ache in my chest called me a liar. My phone buzzed in my apron, snapping me out of it. A text from Jake: Check TMZ. You’re fucking famous. My stomach plummeted. I slipped into the break room, hands trembling as I pulled up the app. The headline hit like a punch: Mystery Billionaire Drops $100K on Necklace at Greenwich Charity Auction—Who’s His New Flame? The article was pure TMZ gossip: “Last night at the swanky Greenwich Country Club, tech billionaire Justin Drake made waves with a $100,000 bid on a sapphire necklace for a mystery woman in an emerald gown. Insiders caught him getting cozy with her on the balcony, but who’s she? A new lover or just a passing spark? Stay tuned!”