Possessive Billionaire Romance Movies Novels & Stories

"But it's so late, do you think we can go and come back before morning?" She asked confused. "You are with a billionaire, my love. And billionaires don't go to the theatre for movies. They have a multiplex at home." He smirked. "Hmm, arrogant much?" She mocked. "You don't look like a man who is interested in movies." "I watch my movies on a big screen." He smirked mischievously. "I didn't hear that." She doesn't want to know what he watches. Probably some fucked up tortures. She gasped excitedly when they entered the lavish room. Big screen and comfortable sofa chairs.

"Truly he is. But I have also heard that he's quite a player. He changes woman so quickly like changing his clothes. Well, I can't blame him though. He is truly a greek god. Plus, he is super wealthy." "You're right. I have heard that, too. But, who cares? I would be more than willing to have a one night stand with him." Despite his good reputation as a CEO and one of the most successful self-made billionaire in the country, Matthias is also well-known for his addiction with women. For no specific reason, he gets tired of every single woman he gets to sleep with. He never had a serious relationship either. "When is the next auction?" Matthias asked Paul, his secretary, who instantly figured

he finally asserted. That last felt quite distancing. I shouldn't think he's having feelings for me, but this was just beyond mere kindness. Who else spends that much on a woman without asking for anything in return? Well, if he had asked, I'd give him his own pound of flesh. All my life, I've never been spent on this much by anyone, not my boyfriend, and certainly not my parents. I was literally treated like a queen. Just one day, see how much I've gained. If this goes on, I'd certainly be a Billionaire in a month or two.

Isn't this the place where the famous billionaire lived? I stepped back. Oh no, Dorothy. What are you thinking? Are you planning on applying as a maid here? But there's nothing I can do. I need money for my mom. "Goodness, it's getting out of hand." I heard a man spoke behind me so I turned to face him. My eyes widened when I saw him! The famous billionaire! Danmar Bertrand! Am I really seeing him now? He isn't inside a tv screen, a billboard, a painting and anything else? Is he really in front of me?

"Century gold-digger. Give him an Oscar." "How much are you willing to wager that he's signed a pre-nup? Oh wait, there ain't no 'nup'!" "He's not in love with him, he's in love with the AmEx Black Card. Wake up, people." "#TheBillionairesLover is about to pass out. Guess the price of authenticity is pretty steep, huh?"

She quickly nodded and looked at her system. She raised her head and looked at Sherry with a polite smile, "It costs five billion dollars, it is the only one you can't find anywhere else" The attendant said. Sherry's heart froze. That much!! F-five billion dollars? She would probably go bankrupt. She thought once she married rich, she would be rich too. Why is she always spending money!!? She would probably go bankrupt in a year, if she keeps buying things for him. She forced out a smile, "We will not take it, we will look around to see if there will any cheap ones"

He swept his arm across the glass desk, sending laptops, crystal glasses, and dossiers crashing onto the floor. "Withdraw?" Victor screamed, his voice raspy and cracked. "He ruined me! He humiliated me in front of the entire alliance! He thinks he can hide behind his fake marriage and watch me burn from his penthouse?" "Sir, moving against him financially is impossible—" "Then we don't move against him financially!" Victor spat out, stepping close to his operative, his breath ragged. "The Ghost Billionaire wants to play the devoted husband? Let's see how long his cover holds when his precious CEO is fighting for her life."

My body was still humming, a deep, heavy ache settling between my legs where he had just stretched me open. Dominic stood by the massive floor-to-ceiling window, his back to me. His broad shoulders were tense under a clean black t-shirt, his hands shoved deep into the pockets of his dark sweatpants. Looking at him now, you wouldn't think he had just spent the last hour ruthlessly hammering into me, marking me as his. He looked completely detached again. Like the untouchable billionaire my father had trusted. He didn't turn around when I stepped off the bed. My bare feet made a soft padding sound against the polished hardwood floor.

She pushed her coffee away, hunched forward, and said, "She destroyed him. In ways you can't even see. He's not marrying her for show. He believes it's the only way to keep everyone else safe." "From what?" Claire took a hard line with her coffee-glass mouth. "From her. And Marcus." Selene's father. The billionaire owner of half of Manhattan real estate, two senators, and likely a few secrets the FBI would kill to get their hands on. "What became of the last planner?" I whispered. Claire looked into my eyes. "Vanessa Ward. She planned for Selene for six months. They told me she left in the middle of a project. No one has seen her since."

But before I could reply, his phone started to buzz on the nightstand. He ignored it. Then it buzzed again. And again. Finally, he sighed and reached for it. I watched as his face changed — calm melting into something sharper, darker. “What is it?” I asked. He didn’t answer. He just turned the screen toward me. Headline: “Billionaire Rand Calloway’s Secret Love Affair — Artist Exposed.” Below it was a photo of us — from last night. Me in his arms, rain falling like glitter around us. The headline glowed cruelly against the white background, and beneath it, smaller lines: