Romans & histoires Possessive Billionaire Romance Novels

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.

he said, laughing slightly as he followed me. I bit my lip when I heard what he said. Well, he has a point. He is indeed rich, and billions come into his account every month. My gosh! Until now, I couldn't believe that a billionaire like him was dating a poor single mom like me. "I hope I'm the same with you so that I can give all my time and attention to Agatha," I said to him as I went straight to the sink. "You can do that now, Kali. I'm your boyfriend now, and I'll take care of you and Agatha," he answered me.

I had come here to secure my brother's release, yet here I was, swept up in the intoxicating sensations of his touch and taste. Nonchalantly, he returned to his seat, as if nothing had happened, his gaze fixed on me with an inscrutable expression. "The choice is not yours to make. You became mine from the moment I laid eyes on you. I will have you, whether you sign this contract or not," he declared with a possessive air. I gazed at him, my mind swirling with confusion and a growing realization of the darkness lurking within him. What sort of monster had I become entangled with?

“I really hope none of your plan includes anything like catching yourself a millionaire for a boyfriend?” “Like you, sister?” Soriya asked. “How come you’re allowed, and we aren’t?” Chan sighed. “For your information, I didn’t catch myself a millionaire for a boyfriend. Well, at least I didn’t intend to.” More quietly she said, “I didn’t even know Sam was that wealthy.” As they went into the living room, Soriya said, “You’re right. You didn’t catch yourself a millionaire for a boyfriend. You got yourself a billionaire husband. Big difference.”

It was embarrassing if that was the case. But what choice did she have when the reason that could change her grandmother's life was at stake right now? "Don't cry because I'm not buying you. I want you to marry me, Elyzabeth Alexa," he said, and she raised her eyes again. Marry you? She blinked several times and licked her lips while looking at him. She wasn't expecting to hear those words from him. Wasn't it better to hear than being called just a billionaire's obsession? But for him, was there a difference?

“Money or you.” Sophie met his gaze. “And you chose?” He dropped a document onto the table. “Neither. I chose myself.” She scanned the paper. It was a withdrawal from the Trust. He’d signed away 1.4 billion dollars in potential inheritance. Sophie whispered, “You didn’t have to do that.” “I did,” he replied. “Because I won’t build my future with hands chained to someone else’s gold.” She stepped closer. And kissed him. Camellia broke into the second partition of the Ash List USB.

“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.

Desourire was just like Melinda's twin, they were both 25 and she owned an art supply store which was one of the biggest in the city of Philadelphia. One could say at the age of 25, Melinda had it all. But deep down, she was not as happy as people think she was. No one actually knows what you are going through unless they are in your shoes. Melinda has never experienced what was called "True love." She needed someone who would love her genuinely, she needed a soul mate; the bone of her bone and the flesh of her flesh. Someone who would love her till eternity and not someone who wanted to be with her to get a fortune out of her. That's right. Guys were always after Melinda. Not because they l

"I... I don't know what to do anymore. I thought I had everything under control, but now... everything's falling apart." Mrs. Harris listened attentively, her heart aching for the man before her, so vulnerable in that moment of raw honesty. She guided him inside, closing the door behind them, and they settled into the chairs as Nathaniel began to share the turmoil that had been consuming him. The night wore on, but Nathaniel continued to pour out his fears, regrets, and uncertainties, Mrs. Harris provided a listening ear, a comforting presence, and the warmth of a mother's embrace. In that unexpected, late-night encounter, a bond between a cook and a billionaire was forged, one that transcen

“What do you want? Charity? A thank-you note? Because I don’t have anything left to give.” His lips curved, just a little. Not a smile. Something darker. “I want you.” The words landed heavy between them. She laughed once, short and sharp. “Excuse me?” “Ninety days,” he said. “You belong to me. Completely. No limits outside of permanent harm. You live where I say. You wear what I choose. You come when I call. You obey. In return, the debt disappears. Every cent. Clean slate. Your family name stays untouched. The company folds quietly. No one ever knows how close it came to dragging you under.”