Novel & Cerita Possessive Billionaire Romance Movies

My heart pounded violently in my chest. 'What's all this?' The list was too long. I just managed to read through them. My eyes specifically captured where he stated that I would be his and only his alone… 'What the fuck?!' I've never been in such a situation before. Even Charles, my ex-boyfriend, didn't really emphasize on this commitment thing. Not that I wasn't committed, but he ain't that possessive. How do I deal with this? 'Why is he this heartless and possessive?'

Her tensed voice now sounding scary. Sorin knew his girlfriend too much, he knew she meant every single word she just uttered, he knew she would stop at nothing to make sure she harmed me if anything had gone wrong. He knew she was sweet with him but to others, she was a tyrant. Daisy Cole, though beautiful and elegant, was the ruthless daughter of one of the top billionaires in town. Her parents had died years ago and as the only child, they left everything they had in her name, making it impossible for anyone to claim their massive wealth. No one who dared to mess with her ever got away with it. She was so good at scheming and plotting the downfall of her enemies and she always never faile

The Billionaire's Struggle Synopsis He has been longing for a family again, since the death of his wife. Five years later, he finally finds love with a new addition to the family. His daughter, Luna, gave him a new reason to live after the death of his wife but the depression started when the cute 4-year-old went into coma. For good three months, she was still in coma, he could not do anything because of lack of concentration. He lost deals worth millions.

“One million dollars. You give me that, and I’ll walk away. No more threats, no more visits, no more bombs near your pretty boyfriend’s office. You and your billionaire can live your fairy tale in peace.” River’s chest constricted. “One million dollars? You think I have that kind of money lying around?” “I know you don’t,” Dominic replied, voice dripping with mock sympathy. “But your boyfriend does. What’s his name again? Jace Maddox, the autistic billionaire tech genius who can buy half the city if he wants to?” “Don’t you dare touch him,” River snapped, voice trembling with fury.

“I notice everything about you, Sienna. The way you defended me in the boardroom. How you chose this fake marriage with me instead of running. I’m not supposed to feel this.” Andrea Voss POV The words kept coming. The whiskey had stripped away layers I usually kept bolted down. Sienna sat close, her knee brushing mine, eyes wide and soft. She wasn’t looking at the ruthless billionaire right now. She was looking at me. “I built everything so no one could touch me again,” I continued, voice rough. “After Elena, I swore never again. But you signed that contract and suddenly I’m lying awake wondering what happens after thirty days. I don’t want you to leave, Sienna. Not really.”

"Why would my father put money in my name? Why would William Black's company be involved?" Victor looked at Lucien. Lucien looked at the folder. "Because they were partners," Victor said. "Your father and William Black. They weren't enemies, Elena. They never were. The affair with Mira? The theft? The murder?" He shook his head. "That was all a cover. A smoke screen. While the world watched them tear each other apart, they were building something together. Something huge. Something illegal. Something that made both of them billionaires." I stumbled backward.

He was rich beyound the house and diamonds he bought her, beyound the company, beyond her imagination. Nat laughed, a laugh of a contented, affluent man. “Well…I’m rich cause I have you in my life,” he said, reaching out to interlock his fingers with hers. Zara looked flattered and pleased. “You keep saying your toy, so causally.” “Yeah…this was once my,”—he held his hands in quotes—‘private jet’—“but I got others and they collectively became my toys, expensive toys,” He shined his teeth. “There’s the Boeing and the Bombardier”.

My body sagged, knees weak. Mia rushed to my side, eyes wide. “Amara, do you even know who that was?” “Some arrogant jerk?” Her jaw dropped. “That was Damian Cruz. The billionaire.” My stomach flipped. My entire life flashed before my eyes. Billionaire? Damian Cruz? As in Cruz Holdings—the man who owned skyscrapers, shipping lines, hotels? Perfect. Just perfect. I hadn’t just ruined someone’s morning. I’d ruined a billionaire’s suit. And maybe my life along with it.

“Ahhh. That explains the look on your face. Spill. Now.” I narrated everything to her, spilling my guts about what happened today. “WOW!” She exclaims, leaning back in her seat, taking a sip of her wine. “He’s interested in you.” “Then, he has a funny way of showing it.” “I live to see this hate unfold into something else,” she said, a mischievous light sparking in her eyes. Typical Anastasia. “Whatever.” I taunted her. “This guy is a billionaire, Demetria — not just running hotels and casinos here in L.A., but across states, across countries. He practically owns the playgrounds of the rich.”

Another: "She's so pretty. Rich or not, that face is worth millions and looks better than the other rich scumbags in the room!" Beatrice snorted. “Oh wait, this one’s my favorite:” “This is why billionaires shouldn't exist, dude has too much power and not enough emotional regulation” Rosalie pressed her lips together, her fingers trembled around the phone. “How did this even get out?” she muttered.m