Possessive Billionaire Romance Movies Novels & Stories

he said, “to be my wife.” And just like that… the billionaire secret stopped being a mystery. And became a trap.

Cary’s was a bludgeon – domineering, volatile, a series of shouted orders. Lochlan’s was a scalpel – polite, reasoned, veneered in impeccable courtesy, but a decision made unilaterally for ‘your own good’ was still a decision made without you. I knew this. I’d sworn off billionaires for this exact reason. There’s no such thing as a sweet, unassuming billionaire. They’re all, at their core, used to being in charge. And the attendant baggage – the Vanessas and Sorayas of the world, the stalkers, the vengeful exes, the constant danger – was a price I was no longer willing to pay.

“What do you think? Food, great company, and a little dancing if you feel up to it.” “The horizontal mambo?” She gave him a cheeky grin and loved the sound of his laugh. He was breathtakingly gorgeous, but his personality only made him more attractive. He had every reason to be a jerk, as most men in his position were, and yet he held himself to a higher standard most days. He was giving, and had been so good to her through her situation with her family over the last few months. “I’m always down for making love to the most beautiful woman in New York.” He tugged his hand from hers and parked the car. “You ready for a day of relaxation?”

Money is never the problem. With a net worth that would make even kings blush, Liam stood among the rarefied air of America's elite, counted among the young billionaires whose names were whispered with awe and envy. His company held a coveted spot in the upper echelon of the Forbes list, a testament to his brilliant mind and tireless work ethic. "Where is Jenna? She stepped out to receive a call. We'll meet her outside." He kissed her lips one more time, leading her outside. "Get her luggage." He turned and instructed one of his aides.

But the mysterious and attractive charm from the man in the black nightgown made Vivian unable to resist but had to look back. Her first impression of Dominic was that the man was so beautiful. He was as handsome as a knight or some god out of a myth, with a tall body, broad shoulders, long arms, and an angular face full of masculinity. His gaze was sober and calm, he casually passed others but made them pay attention to him. Vivian watched him until the figure of the man disappeared behind a turn in the hospital corridor. It was not until later that she learned that he was Dominic Arnold, the richest famous billionaire, wielding fearsome power and also a notorious arms dealer. She was lucky

Her white dress was covered with blood. "I don't care if you married me for money. If you want money then I will give you my everything but I will never let you leave me. You belong to me. I know I am a heartless man. A heartless billionaire. And you Belong to the Heartless Billionaire. Grandmother and William were always right about you. I was wrong. But now I want to start a new life with you. You gave me a life today by saving me. Now I want to spend this life with you. Only with you. Because you are mine. Only mine."

Right now, it was beating erratically and she tried to control her breathing even as she tried to answer her mother, to tell her mother that she was all wrong, she Weruche had no feelings at all for Karis Ilobi, but she couldn't. The older woman's expression gentled, and she put an her daughter. ''Weruche, Karis is rich, this is Woodville, the real e. Woodville billionaire's do not have anything to do with middle class people, let alone people from the slums. They marry fellow billionaire's and earn shares into other multi-million naira companies, and it goes on and on, this your Karis doesn't love you, infact, he cannot even have any regard for you if he's leading you on like this.''

“So you have to treat our domestic staff with disrespect because you were born into some shitty wealthy family? Aren’t you afraid that tables could turn one day?” “Like hell, it would. My father has been part of the top five richest men in the states for years now. He has been number one for six years in a row. Oh, do I need to remind you that without our help, You and your family would probably be on the streets, begging for daily bread?” “Besides, as your wife, I’m entitled to all that is yours. So don’t stand there and talk to me like I’m one of your shitty mistresses who doesn’t know her right.” Tessie glared at Adam.

" I asked, feeling pissed off. "Besides, he doesn't even love that lady. They were forced to get married for f**k sake!" "Are you kidding me?" She scoffed. "Did you just say Ryan doesn't love, Bethel? Please Karen, don't act like you don't know what's going on. He bought an expensive Bugatti for her for valentine. You also told us about the expensive necklace he bought for at the mall. And just yesterday, she was staying alone with him at his mansion. So, are you still tryna say Ryan doesn't love her?

Gianna feigned a smile, sly in all his nature, he was goading her, she just wasn’t sure what his goal was yet, “The party’s not over. You can still take a bow.” In a dramatic pose, the Russian billionaire spread out his arms as he took a soft bow. The flashing of cameras could be heard, Gianna forced another smile. Something about him rubbed her off the wrong way, not because of his cunning repertoire, she just felt an eeriness surrounding him—not even Justin, whom she hated more than anything could make her feel so uncomfortable. Rowan studied her greatly. She was beautiful. It was a shame she was no longer married to Justin Santiago, after all he was a man who didn’t know how to appreciate