Novel & Cerita Possessive Billionaire Romance

I said while hiding my blushing face. "Let's have a deal then. Make him fall in love with you and you can get your billions as my heiress or fail this mission and I'll have you arranged for a wedding you'll surely regret it. This is for your own good, Aviana. And you knew me better, child. After you made him fall in love with you, it is up to you if you will keep him or not. Just give this a try. 60 days, if you fail this mission, you know what I'm going to do with you and I'm keeping my words until my grave", he proposed with an authoritative look.

In front of the people’s eyes, he was still my stepbrother. But none of it wouldn’t matter because he would protect me. We would love each other for whatever it takes… ***END*** UP NEXT - >>> Mr. Beautiful (Bad Boy Billionaires #2) Note: It can be read as a standalone. -BLURB- Audrey was sixteen when we were supposed to run away and leave everything behind—her family, who she resented, and the luxurious lifestyle she had always known since she was born. But before I could claim her body, I decided to bring her back, and that was when death came after me. Nonetheless, I survived and reclaimed myself. I became a man above anyone else. I became a billionaire. After eight years, I saw Audrey aga

"It’s more believable. Couples in love don’t live in separate boroughs." She stared at him. "You’re out of your mind." "You already said yes. Consider this an upgrade." "What about my job, do I have to quit it?" "Quit it. Or keep it and ruin the illusion."said he Eden breathed in deeply. This man was relentless. Controlled. And clearly used to getting everything he wanted. "I want ten thousand," she said. His eyes sparkled. "Now we’re negotiating." Later, Cassian showed her to the guest suite that was now hers. It overlooked the Hudson, decorated in minimalist tones that felt like a catalog page. Not a trace of humanity in sight.

She straightened her back, fixing her posture, wearing courage like an actress putting on a mask. When she opened the door, she stepped out as if nothing had happened. As if the world hadn’t just fallen apart inside her. But within, there was a scream she couldn’t release. A wound no mask could hide. Thirty minutes later, Roxane and Lyka arrived at Vella-Vellamonte Vellage—a grand mansion born of luxury and power. Every corner spoke of wealth—the manicured gardens, the gleaming marble floors, the towering columns that seemed to remind them how small they were in this world.

It was titled: "THE BILLIONAIRE ROMANCE: RE-MIX." ​"In this version," the Co-Writer explained, a cruel smile touching her lips, "Julian stays the 'Broke Nephew.' But You, Nora... you become the Billionaire. You become the one with the power, the one with the secrets, and the one who has to decide if you can love a man who has nothing but a mousy-haired boy and a familiar face." ​The Co-Writer tapped the contract. ​Suddenly, Nora’s sweatshirt turned into a $10,000 blazer. The cramped apartment didn't turn into a penthouse; it stayed a dump, but Nora was now standing in it holding a Black American Express Card and a legal deed to the entire London block.

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."

"Pleasure again." She pulled back slow, nodding. "Same." Voice steady somehow, but inside? Mess. His trillionaire status hit her then—fleet of luxury cars parked below, probably his. The black Lambo, the Rolls. Whispers said he owned half Milan underground, mafia money mixed with legit billions. Dangerous money. They sat for lunch, Lorenzo at the head, Dante across from her. Talk started business—mergers, investments. Lorenzo pushed hard, wanting Dante's backing for some big expansion. "This could double our reach in Europe," he said, gesturing big. Execs nodded eager.

And she had been right. She was already richer than her sister, and more than halfway to beat David's net worth. And it was also true that she was heading back to the United States of America to head her company's new branch over there. So it seemed that James was still David's personal secretary and he could pull some strings to get the necessary information he wanted. The rest of the day was filled with so much thinking that she had to leave for home earlier than usual. Charles and Charlie came to hug her the moment she entered the living room. She dropped kisses on their heads.

And if what Avon was saying was true, maybe this is the answer to my family’s financial problems. "Well, all you have to do is—" She handed me a red card. "Let a billionaire purchase you."

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.''