Possessive Billionaire Romance Novelas e Histórias

“So you have to treat our domestic staff with disrespect because you were born into some shitty wealthy family? Aren’t you afraid that tables could turn one day?” “Like hell, it would. My father has been part of the top five richest men in the states for years now. He has been number one for six years in a row. Oh, do I need to remind you that without our help, You and your family would probably be on the streets, begging for daily bread?” “Besides, as your wife, I’m entitled to all that is yours. So don’t stand there and talk to me like I’m one of your shitty mistresses who doesn’t know her right.” Tessie glared at Adam.

In his place was a man who had spent his entire life buying everything he wanted, only to realize he couldn't buy the one thing he actually craved. ​"I don't want the money, Elara," he whispered, his thumb grazing the line of my jaw, trailing a path of fire across my skin. "I want the interest. And I think it's time to collect." ​He didn't wait for a response. He crushed his mouth against mine, a hard, desperate kiss that tasted of salt, smoke, and a possessiveness that made my head spin. It wasn't the refined, cold kiss of a billionaire; it was the kiss of a survivor claiming his prize. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer, letting the heat of the moment drown out the memor

Everything about this place screamed wealth and power, a sharp contrast to the simplicity of her life at home. Her hands trembled as she clutched her purse tightly. She’d agreed to this meeting out of duty, but she couldn’t shake the unease that settled in her chest. Who was Adrian Blackwood, really? And why would a man like him—a billionaire—want a stranger like her as his wife? “This way, Miss Bennett,” the butler said, his voice polite but distant.

She was practically jobless and how she survived in this city was amusing. Nobody could judge her social skills even if they tried. She was a bonafide social climber and she did it so well, rumors had it though that she had shackled herself to the wrong billionaire. Adrian Hales was a ‘soon to be’ bankrupt person and it was going to be a beautiful reality for Cassie. Good thing society will still be there and the rude world will still rotate, she frowned at the thought and it was about the same time that they stepped into Dan’s office.

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

Really looked at me and pulled me closer than I was to him in a deep kiss and then said, “Let’s get you inside” My legs felt wobbly so I held onto him for balance. There’s just a hint of stubble along the sharp line of his jaw as he smirks at me and I can’t help but wonder what it looks like in the morning. “Yes please” And for the first time, I was able to take in the beauty of the mansion. It’s exactly like what I have seen in the magazines of “A DEAL OF MILLIONS OF DOLLARS HOUSES?” And I guess he is one of those Millionaires who feels there is nothing they can't buy with money. Including a virgin nineteen-year-old girl.

"Then I asked you for a dance and you obliged...” “Well, it is not every day you get asked to dance by a billionaire...” He furrowed his brows. “You didn’t know I was a billionaire” She stilled. “It wasn’t hard to figure it out" He stared at her not saying a word. “I want things to be different for us" she began. "I want back the spark in our relationship...” “You don’t wish these things to be a reality" “We can try" she cupped his face. “I do not want to lose you" she admitted.

“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.

“It doesn’t matter. They froze everything, Sienna. Every account, every property tied to the family name. The mansion, the businesses, even the foundations I chaired—all of it. Gone.” Her lips parted in disbelief. “What? But… the penthouse—” “The only thing left to me,” he cut in bitterly. “Because it was in my personal name. I moved everything I could salvage from the Caldwell mansion this morning. That’s all I have now. And whatever is left in my private account.” He let out a humorless laugh. “Do you know what that means? Damon Caldwell, once heir to an empire, is now barely better than an ordinary man.”

“Is that how you thank me for saving your ass?” I could feel his warm breath against my skin, a mix of mint and alcohol. His face was clearer now as the moonlight spilled on us—he was nothing like I expected. I’d imagined a rough looking man with brown teeth but he was the complete opposite. But why did he seem so familiar? Have we met? “Please,” I whispered. “I don't want to marry.” I covered my face with my palms. He paused, staring intensely at me. “Do you have twenty million then?” He finally spoke, his voice slicing through the small silence.