Possessive Billionaire Romance Movies Novels & Stories

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.

"She cooks in my son's penthouse at seven AM in pajamas? How domestic." I wanted to disappear. Adrian leaned down, lips inches from ear, voice low only I could hear. "Trust me." Then he did something I never expected. Turned me around, cupped my face with large hands, and kissed me. Hard. Possessive. Dominant. Not soft fake kiss. My ex-husband's billionaire boss kissed me in his penthouse kitchen, in front of his mother. I gasped against his mouth. Lips warm, demanding. One hand slid to waist and pulled tight against chest. I felt heart beating, strong and fast. Smelled cedar cologne. Hands without thinking grabbed his black shirt.

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

Not in a mean way, more like a reaction to my disbelief kind of way. “Yes, billion with a ‘b’. So, if Bronx wants to buy you an apartment in Paris, or if he wants to take you to Bora Bora for a week, or rent out a theater so you can see a Broadway show together, let him. He has never had someone to share his life with before. He wants nothing more than to make you happy, Kas. Please let him. I know you have no intention of taking advantage of him. We all know. You have been through too much together for that to be the case. Soon enough you’ll be making your own money and you can find ways to spoil him in your own ways too.” She rubs my forearm and smiles. It takes me another minute to proces

“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.”

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.”

HipHop music floats through the air, and I can already hear people laughing inside. This house is probably worth ten million. Or eleven. I can't help but wonder how Roman can afford it. "I got paid a million dollar to star in Two Billionaires. I thought, what the hell, let me invest in real estate," he boasts with a smug smirk. When my eyes widen, he adds, "how much did you get, Leo?" "Nah, man. It doesn't matter." I shrug, tucking my hands into my pocket. "Just tell me. I'm curious."