Possessive Billionaire Romance Novels & Stories

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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?

Sophia's screams were silenced by the soundproofing of the sedan as it sped away into the night. When the sedan finally stopped, Sophia was pulled out and led into a grand, opulent mansion with her face tied. She was deposited into a lavish bedroom, where a figure waited in the shadows. As the figure stepped forward, Sophia's eyes widened in shock. It was Marcus Thompson, the reclusive billionaire his piercing gaze and chiseled features illuminated by the soft glow of the bedside lamp. "Sophia, you're even more beautiful than I imagined," "oh look at those curves.”Marcus said, his deep voice dripping with entitlement. "I've been waiting for you."

"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."

The air was crisp ,perfumed with a faint mix of grapes, lavender and roses. Scarlett Monroe was no longer the ex wife who was forcefully divorced and sent away or the girl who had scrubbed tables in a rat-infested motel. She was now a self made billionaire and CEO of Monroe Luxe.Co - an elite interior branding company that catered to private jets, luxury hotels and billion-dollar real estate empires. She was wealthy! Her phone buzzed on speaker as she leaned on the edge of her sleek marble counter. Roxy’s voice came through the line, now smoother but unmistakably her. Their friendship had grown so much stronger over the years and Scarlett had opened up to her about everything.

A message from Tessa: "San Francisco better treat you right, or I'm flying out there to kick some West Coast ass." I smile despite the tightness in my chest. Despite the way my fingers keep reaching for the empty space where my engagement ring used to sit before I remembered I never had one. Never would have one, not from either of them. The woman next to me is reading a romance novel, something with a shirtless man on the cover and a title involving the word "billionaire." I want to tell her it's all lies. That real billionaires don't sweep you off your feet and carry you into the sunset. They make you choose between pieces of your heart until there's nothing left but fragments.

Sean’s voice thundered through the hospital. Everyone froze. Nurses looked up. Doctors paused mid-step. People gasped. It took only seconds for the whispers to start. “That’s Sean Rosemond…” “The Rosemond Group’s heir.” “France’s no. 1 business tycoon…” “I’ve never seen him like this…” Everyone had heard of Sean Rosemond. The man with the billion-dollar empire. The cold genius of France’s business world. A name that made rivals tremble. A legend known for never showing weakness.

Not every one could see this view though. Well I'm a billionaire. It has some benefits. Not that I’m bragging but yeah whatever. Michele and I were catching up with each other about everything; life, work, girls, etc. It was relaxing but a sudden commotion on the dance floor caught my eye. I couldn't believe my eyes. Sophia was on the dance floor looking like sex on legs. Seeing her like that made my cock twitch. I couldn't take my eyes off her but the terrified expressions brought me out of my trance. A guy was touching her inappropriately and he pushed away another girl probably her friend who was trying to help Sophia. He was trying to kiss her while trying to

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’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.