Possessive Billionaire Romance Novels Novels & Stories

His pointed nose and full pink lips added to his perfection, making him almost breathtakingly handsome. A hard lump appeared in my throat as I tried to swallow the shock. My heart drummed harder, causing my breathing to come out in pants. Jaxson... my eyes were yet to believe it. He was a mere poor orphan who worked in a courtyard years ago, so how could he be a CEO? Not just any CEO, but of Pierce's Group, a company run by the grandson of Leonard Pierce. Did this mean Jax was his grandson? My mind was reeling with thoughts, and I felt like I had been splashed with a cold bucket of water. Goosebumps covered my skin, and everything seemed like a nightmare.

"First of all… that was the most impressive pile of lies I have ever heard in my life. You basically told her my body made you horny and she said ‘oh goodie, I’ll be naked upstairs!’" I shook my head, grinning wickedly, stepping closer to him again. "Second of all… Mr. Cold Stone Billionaire… you are way dirtier than you look. Who knew? Under all those suits and rules… you’re a manipulative, lying, sexy devil. Honestly? I’m impressed. And a little bit turned on, if I’m being honest."

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."

He remembers the sweet taste of her lips, it's velvety smoothness against his. Shit! She is still hot, still the same irresistible beauty she was then. But is her beauty worth ignoring her deceit and betrayal? Is it? Is he supposed to ignore the red flags and give in to his heart's desire? He is a fucking billionaire for heaven's sake! He can get any woman at a snap of his fingers and God knows there are many fine, sexy women out there who would throw themselves into his arms at a slight opportunity. Why then is he fixated on the sly, deceitful Louisa?

he said simply. I pulled back, pouting. "And why not?" He smirked, his eyes darkening with something possessive. "Because if I had, you would’ve been surrounded by my employees every day. I didn’t want that. What’s mine stays mine." His voice was low, filled with an intensity that made my heart race. I let out a small laugh, shaking my head. "You’re such a jealous man, Anton." He smirked. "And you love it."

"Do you think you can simply walk away from me? I disagree, Vanessa. I possess secrets that could destroy your beloved Alex. I will utilize them if you try to abandon me." Alex's gaze narrowed as he clenched his jaw. "What kind of secrets, Edward? What are you saying?" Edward's grin expanded, his eyes sparkling with victory. "Oh, Alex, I think you know very well. I believe you understand exactly what I'm saying." After that, Edward left, causing Vanessa and Alex to look at each other with confusion and fear. What mysterious information did Edward possess? How much would he be willing to do to ensure they were separated? While walking back to her room, Vanessa couldn't dismiss the growing bel

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“It’s terrifying. And hot. Mostly terrifying. But still… girl.” I flop onto the bed. “What do I do?” “Depends,” she says, climbing onto the bed beside me. “Do you want to survive this semester without getting blacklisted from every billionaire-owned estate in town—or do you want to play with fire and possibly burn your life down in the most delicious way?” I groan. “I hate your metaphors.” She nudges me. “Zara, look. He’s obsessed. He doesn’t text maids. He doesn’t look at maids. But you? He’s texting you during class like some pissed-off ex.”

“I don’t understand,” I whispered, heart thudding wildly. “What do you mean I’m yours?” “Exactly what we said,” Asher replied smoothly, his eyes locked on mine like he could see straight through me. “We’ve always wanted you. And now… you’re here.” A slow heat curled inside me at his words. The thought that my billionaire bosses—cold, untouchable, larger-than-life—had secretly wanted me? That they had watched, waited, craved? It sent a pulse of electricity through every nerve.

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.