Novel & Cerita Possessive Billionaire Romance Movies

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

She looks me dead in the eye, unblinking. “Girl, he’s only the CEO of Rowe Global, the luxury real estate empire that literally owns half the Upper East Side. He’s richer than God and twice as pretty. And didn’t he date that actress? The one with the weird eyebrows?” “Oh my god,” Callie gasps, slapping the table. “And you were in his penthouse?! Like, the actual penthouse that was on the cover of LuxeLife?” “I knew he was really rich, but a billionaire??” I mumble into my croissant, fully mortified.

“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.

"If you're talking about money, you know I am not into---" "I know." He cut me by putting his index finger on my lips. "But you have no choice, Sophia Yzabelle Kelley because you're married to me and you married one of the top billionaires in California." He winked at me and God knows how much I wanted to smack the arrogant smile playing on his lips. "So, you really owned this mansion?" "We, sweetheart, owned this mansion."

That too to a rich dude according to the papers He read the headlines again, "Wife of billionaire king of the underworld" He scoffed at the phrase, "king of the underworld" and didn't really pay him much glance as his eyes were fixed on Bella, she was beautiful before but now she looks even more beautiful and elegant, she was the most obedient and quiet girlfriend he has ever had and he missed her, he never thought he would but damn, with her looking so hot, he felt like having her again and also have a bit of her billionaire husband money

Love was one of the fairy tales Laura had stopped believing in. She was rich, independent, and influential. She didn't feel the need of having a man in her life. But things changed when she met a charming billionaire. He was everything she had wished for. Laura was now wrestling with her wild desires as she tried to contain her emotions and keep a tough persona as an independent lady. See how the story unfolds in Laura's journey of love.

"I’ve spent the whole week thinking about that night in the VIP room. I keep seeing the look on your face when I called you delusional. I didn't like it, Leilani." ​I poked at a piece of melon on my plate. "Most guys like you don’t care how girls like me feel." ​"I’m not most guys," he said, and for a second, that billionaire spark was back in his eyes. But then it softened. "At least, I’m trying not to be. Not with you." ​I looked at him—really looked at him. Without the fancy suit and the loud music and his jerk friends, he just looked like a man. A guy who had too much of everything but nothing that actually mattered.

Why is he so shameless this early into the day. “Not just a millionaire. He’s incredibly romantic too,” Zara, my dearest traitor of a sister, continues. She pushes Roland’s cushion away and stands up, heading straight toward us. She stops right in front of Banks, who is still trying to lock eyes with me. "Are all millionaires this romantic? Because I definitely want one for myself. Do you happen to have any single friends?” “I cannot say,” Banks reply smoothly. Finally looking away from me to stare down at Zara, who is looking up at him with wide, opportunistic eyes. “I am a Billionaire" How can I stop Banks to stop talking?

“I’ve watched you for months, Elena. Your struggles, your passion. I want to give you the world… but in return, you give yourself to me. Completely.” As he positioned himself between my legs again, sliding back into my creamy heat with one smooth thrust, he revealed fragments of his world. A billionaire with a shadowy empire—art, but also underground dealings where power was traded in whispers and dark rooms. Women before me had been fleeting, but none carried the fire I did. His thrusts grew harder, more possessive, hands pinning my wrists above my head as he drove into me. I wrapped my legs around his waist, heels digging into his back, urging him deeper.

I will not deny that the gap between our state and the life of Harris, my boyfriend, is big, but that is no reason for my parents to insult him like this. And it's even more painful that my ex said that it's okay for me to get pregnant as long as it's with someone who is rich and equal to us in the state. It's okay as long as there's money, but if it's a poor person, it's a big sin.