Possessive Billionaire Romance Novels Novels & Stories

In fact, his hand was possessively curled around her waist in a way that screamed to back off. KYRA’s POV. Anastasia is old money, a model before she got married and an heiress or Russian princess literally, while her husband, Esteban Camaro who I think is the man holding her tight to his body as though she could be stolen at any moment is Spanish. Their kids are beautiful with silver eyes and sultry lips like their mom. I know her family like the back of my hand because I plan all their parties, even the silly tea party her seven year old daughter Ambrosia hosted. It was grand because they well, liked to show off their funds or loved doing everything the grand way.

They had landed at the airport that morning and had gone from one meeting after the next and now had only just arrived at the hotel they were staying at and all she wanted was a hot shower and a good night's sleep for tomorrow's busy schedule. Sadly,Mr Gabriel wasn't done working, and that meant no sleep for Reid until he said so. “Yes, Mr. Gabriel”, She said keeping her voice emotionless. He acknowledged her response with a nod and began looking through the contents of a stock market pamphlet with intense focus. When Reid learned that she would be sharing the penthouse suite of one of the most exclusive hotels in Dubai with her boss, she had a moment of panic, until she'd seen the suite. It

"Wait. Three? Already? This week?" I close my eyes. Nod. Sadie sets the popcorn down. Turns to face me fully. "Paige. You're out here collecting billionaires like infinity stones. At this point, I'm waiting for a fourth to come knocking." "Please don't manifest that." She laughs. But then her face softens. "How are you really? Not the funny version. The real version." I lean my head back against the couch. Stare at the ceiling. "I'm terrified. I love them. All of them. And I don't know how to love one without hurting the others. Every time I'm with one, I feel guilty about the other two. Every time I'm alone, I feel like I'm betraying all of them."

"Damn—he groaned a little, inhaling her scent. He kissed her head and moved her hair to one side. His cold fingers were touching her neck, sending a spark down her spine. Shivers ran through her body. Pulling a metallic object, he wrapped it around her neck, kissing the spot before leaving her. He turned her back and looked at her neck, smirking in victory. "Now, you look like mine," he said, smiling. It was a golden locket with a blue round piece and a butterfly, a very charming pendant. "Fucking mine," he said, sending a shiver of fear through her body with his possessiveness. The possessiveness in his words and the madness visible in his eyes made her scared. He moved towards her, placing

My possessive billionaire~ The door opens and Alec steps in, I watched as he and Colton fist bumped theirselves, Alec slowly removing the shades on his face away. “So?” He grins at Colton who rolls his eyes, walking back to the couch. “So what?” “Come on, I came for something, don’t do me like this.” Alec says, walking after Colton. He finally lifts his eyes and our eyes meet. I smiled awkwardly at him, feeling nervous. I remembered I saw him at at the dinner at Colton’s parents house. I know he knows of everything that’s happened. My heart clenched at the thought.

People still adore him. For four years now, he's been staying in Georgia city, but he's just returned here in Dallas and it's been the talk of the whole city. I heard he owns two mansions in Georgia - where one is among the top three most expensive buildings in the country. He owns one in Kentokie and two here in Dallas. As young as he was, he was a bastard billionaire. But, I also heard one annoying thing about him - he was a flirt. Hm. I guess you might be wondering how I got to know all these about him.

“Seriously? All of this is for me?!” Roxane was shocked as she moved around the room, unable to believe the number of expensive items—designer dresses, new heels, signature perfumes, and even lacey underwear that looked like it came from another country. “What is this? A bribe so I’ll be a good wife?!” she snapped, holding up a pink bra that was clearly measured according to her exact size. Dark Nathaniel stayed quiet at first, calm as he leaned against the wall with his arms crossed and a teasing smirk on his lips. One brow lifted, and he spoke slowly.

He's demanding, arrogant, and determined to keep his emotional distance—especially after discovering her fierce protective nature is exactly what his daughter needs. Now, confined to the opulence of Whitlock Manor, their worlds collide in a devastating, intimate way. The lines between employer and employee blur under the weight of shared tension and Sophie's unspoken pain. Every argument is laced with unspoken desire, every glance a dangerous trespass. Alistair knows he shouldn't touch the woman entrusted with his child, but the need to claim her defiant spirit—and taste the fire behind her dark eyes—is becoming an obsession more potent than his billions.

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