Possessive Billionaire Romance Novels & Stories

“I did spill coffee on Luca’s shirt and I promised to get him a new one.” “Can you help me with that?” she asked, with a slight wince. “I kind of don’t actually really have much cash right now,” she hedged. That was my fault. I didn’t think about her finances and I should have. I would fix that shortly. But why the fuck was she having to buy Luca a shirt? The dark feeling that swept through me was heavy with jealousy and possessiveness. I hated the thought of that man getting anything from Eliza, no matter how innocent the gesture might be.

Happy, she stepped back outside with her purchases and walked around the shops again. Nicholas sent her a text to say he’d love to do dinner and whenever she was available, he’d make sure he was as well. She smiled. He seemed nearly perfect. He was charming and handsome, the money side of him was also slightly attractive. She tried to pretend it wasn’t, but the thought of never having to worry about paying a bill, or shopping whenever she felt like it, how could that not be tempting? There wasn’t anything fake about him, unlike her last boyfriend, Stephen, and he seemed to want a real relationship with her, unlike Carl. However, she couldn’t seem to rouse more than a slightly pleasant feelin

My eyes drifting to the bed covered with rose petals, I bite my lower lip, I can't wait for him to come over. The billionaire is mine and would always be mine. Besides, who would dare break up with the most popular actress in the city, the face and talk all over the news, no one!. No one can survive without me, Xavier finally realized that and he's crawling back, just like all my past ex's did. I am the one who breaks hearts, who breaks up with men when am done with them, not, never the other way round. I break up with men, but can never break up with Xavier, he's a billionaire, wealth himself, I would not miss this chance to make him mine and dance to my tones.

"I will miss you." "I will miss that sweet pussy of yours." he whispers tracing the lining of my panties "Adrian," I hit his chest, and he shrugs "What can I say?" "Your pussy loves me." his tongue licks my neck before he nips "I love my marks on you." My eyes narrow "Do you know that you are a possessive bastard." "Still, you can't deny that you love me, darling," he says cockily with a smirk. "Darling, don't you know I love you because of your money/" My fingers feel his abs as my hands roam everywhere on his muscular chest.

Chapter 017 Esther's POV I woke up as early as 4 in the morning and did a little bit of research on the CEO who wanted to help us with forty million dollars. I found out that aside from being a CEO, he owns luxurious hotels and villas in America, the UK and England. I wonder why such a man with so much money would want something in return when he could just give us the complete fifty million dollars without even feeling anything. Well, maybe he needed what money couldn't buy from us. I just hoped it was something that wouldn't be beyond our power. My stomach flipped just thinking I would have to meet him in person.

“It’s cute.” “It’s ugly.” “It’s cheap.” “That’s the problem!” She added it to her cart anyway. “I’ll say it’s symbolic,” she murmured. “Symbolic of WHAT?? That you hate him?” She ignored him again and grabbed her bag. The car smelled like panic now. Jace paced outside the door like a man watching a crime in progress. “Girl. Listen to me. Roman is a billionaire. Emphasis on BILLION. Do you know what a billionaire expects when his wife says ‘I bought you something’?”

"She was." Was. Past tense. I do not ask. It feels too intrusive. I look back at the windows. The city spreads below us in every direction. Manhattan. I am in Manhattan. I am standing in a billionaire's penthouse, and I have just signed a contract that gives him ownership of my life for a year, and I do not know what I am supposed to do now.

She looks me dead in the eye, unblinking. “Girl, he’s only the CEO of Rowe Global, the luxury real estate empire that literally owns half the Upper East Side. He’s richer than God and twice as pretty. And didn’t he date that actress? The one with the weird eyebrows?” “Oh my god,” Callie gasps, slapping the table. “And you were in his penthouse?! Like, the actual penthouse that was on the cover of LuxeLife?” “I knew he was really rich, but a billionaire??” I mumble into my croissant, fully mortified.

They lay together in bed, desire burning, emotions overflowing, wrapped in each other, lost in a world of heat, grief, and forbidden love. He reached for her neck and felt the warmth of her skin. Zara looked into his eyes and saw the fire aflame, their chemistry burning with hunger. He quenched his thirst with her tongue that tasted of raspberries. Zara sighed, hitched of breath. She felt once again, surrendered to the billionaire. He was innocent, his tear lined voice in her ears. “Don’t ever leave me again, you stupid girl,” he whispered softly, voice thick with longing. “Don’t ever leave me, Zara.”

In the growing light of dawn, the city of love seemed to hold its breath, as if acknowledging that within these walls lay a passion powerful enough to rival its own romantic legacy. Dawn painted the historic spires of Paris in shades of gold and rose, but my world had narrowed to the dangerous perfection of Nathan's embrace. In this moment, surrounded by centuries of romantic history and wrapped in the arms of my devastating billionaire, I understood that some loves transcend ordinary definitions. What we shared was as rare and precious as the diamonds he draped me in - dangerous, beautiful, and absolutely unstoppable.