Possessive Billionaire Romance Novels Novels & Stories

As quickly as his lips touched hers, Karis drew back. "Why are you crying?" His voice sounded rough. " Why are you kissing me like you want to punish me?" Her's was a mere whisper. She dropped her head, hiding her gaze and a shame she didn't know wasn't her's. This is a sizzling forbidden romance. If you would like to read, please add this book to your library, and please like the book to show support to the author. If you like happily ever afters in a romance between a rich playboy, and a poor innocent girl, as they go against all odds to prove their love for each other, then this book is for you

Atif answered. "Thank you in advance Sir." Vanesa said with a sweet smile in her face trying to catch the attention of Atif. But Atif just ignored that. Atif knew what was behind that smile. He knew that Vanesa wanted to be noticed by him. And that thing is not new to Atif. Atif used in those kind of situations. Many girls, ladies or women behave like that in front of Atif. They aspire to become Atif's girlfriend or wife. Because Atif is not just a successor of Haris in his position as a Chief Executive Officer of the large scale company H & A Summit Holdings, Inc. He has a lot of money, in his young age-he is considered a billionaire.

"Thanks for the advice." "Rule two. Don't ask questions about his business. You're not his partner, you're his toy." Heat crawled up my neck, but I refused to look away. "Anything else?" "Yeah." Raven's smile turned vicious. "Don't think you're different. Every girl who comes through here thinks she's the one who'll change him. They all leave disappointed. You will too." "You seem awfully invested in who Cassian fucks." I tilted my head. "Is that professional concern or personal jealousy?"

My body sagged, knees weak. Mia rushed to my side, eyes wide. “Amara, do you even know who that was?” “Some arrogant jerk?” Her jaw dropped. “That was Damian Cruz. The billionaire.” My stomach flipped. My entire life flashed before my eyes. Billionaire? Damian Cruz? As in Cruz Holdings—the man who owned skyscrapers, shipping lines, hotels? Perfect. Just perfect. I hadn’t just ruined someone’s morning. I’d ruined a billionaire’s suit. And maybe my life along with it.

Cary’s was a bludgeon – domineering, volatile, a series of shouted orders. Lochlan’s was a scalpel – polite, reasoned, veneered in impeccable courtesy, but a decision made unilaterally for ‘your own good’ was still a decision made without you. I knew this. I’d sworn off billionaires for this exact reason. There’s no such thing as a sweet, unassuming billionaire. They’re all, at their core, used to being in charge. And the attendant baggage – the Vanessas and Sorayas of the world, the stalkers, the vengeful exes, the constant danger – was a price I was no longer willing to pay.

Chantelle's POV I tugged at the heavy neckpiece I wore, feeling its heavy weight suffocating me. I sighed and looked at myself in the mirror. I was at Father's event. He had set it up for me to get acquitted with the big people in the business of food processing; but I knew it was an excuse to know what his competitors were up to and for the women married to some of these billionaires, to show pictures of their new yacht or new luxury home. These men and women could boast of billions to their name.

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.

It had been years since I had set foot in this city, and I couldn't help but feel a pang of nostalgia mixed with excitement. I was here with a purpose, and it was all thanks to Cullen, my new billionaire husband. Sure, our marriage was a contract, but it allowed me to experience a life of luxury that I never thought was possible. I couldn't complain, especially since I was never going to be broke again. But as we approached the city, I couldn't help but think about Drew. Why was he in my head? Why couldn't I stop thinking about him?? Lost in my thoughts, I barely noticed when the driver announced our arrival at our destination. I stepped out of the car and took a long look at the most expens

Instead, as I stepped inside, a sharp awareness slithered down my spine. I didn’t belong here. The room was bathed in golden light, the faint scent of fresh roses lingering in the air. But beneath the floral sweetness, something richer lurked—money, power, exclusivity. It dripped from the silk-draped furniture, the gold-trimmed mirrors, the towering shelves filled with books that probably hadn’t been touched in years. But none of it was as overwhelming as her. Serena Lancaster. The celebrity model. She didn’t just belong in this world—she ruled it.

With this it's very easy to take out any book you want, anywhere without fearing falling, each of this steel construction has a railing to protect you while you are walking on it, assessing the books. "What types of books are all of these, I think all categories?" Emily nods. "What are your favorites?" "I prefer romance novels, billionaire genre for now." "Is it because your billionaire prince is charming?" She teases prompting me to blush, I have no other option but to nod. Before now I'd fantasized falling in love with a billionaire, a CEO. I always envied those characters who fell in love or got these men falling in love with them. Now I want to read this, not as a dreamer but as one whos