Possessive Billionaire Romance Novels Novels & Stories

“You think I fell in love with Rand Calloway, the billionaire?” My voice broke. “No. I fell in love with the man who stood in the rain and didn’t care who saw. The man who bought my art not because he could — but because it meant something to him.” His expression softened, his anger fading into sorrow. “Elena,” he whispered. “You make it sound so simple.” “It is simple,” I said. “You just forgot how to believe that.” He stepped closer, his hand brushing my cheek, his thumb catching a tear I hadn’t noticed. “You don’t know what it means to lose everything, Elena.”

I shot back, "We'll see who ends up begging." I turned, my gaze landing on the VIP table. A man sat there in a tailored suit, lazily swirling a glass of red wine. Gabriel York was Lumeria's wealthiest man and the company's biggest investor. Lifting the hem of my dress, I walked toward him under everyone's watchful eyes. He looked up, studying me with clear interest. "Mr. York." I took a deep breath and said loudly, "The banquet's already paid for. Since the groom is trash, would you like to replace him? I've got 100 billion in assets, and I can promise you a lifetime of absolute devotion."

He didn't say whether we'd ever come back, and I didn't ask. The drive to the city was quiet. Not the heavy silence from before—not the kind filled with secrets and suspicion. A different kind. The kind two people share when they've seen each other at their worst and decided to stay anyway. Lucien pulled up outside my penthouse. Except it wasn't my penthouse anymore, was it? Black Acquisitions owned everything. Including the air I was breathing. "The building is still yours," Lucien said, like he'd read my mind. "I never took ownership. I just told Vance to say I did."

My eyes drifting to the bed covered with rose petals, I bite my lower lip, I can't wait for him to come over. The billionaire is mine and would always be mine. Besides, who would dare break up with the most popular actress in the city, the face and talk all over the news, no one!. No one can survive without me, Xavier finally realized that and he's crawling back, just like all my past ex's did. I am the one who breaks hearts, who breaks up with men when am done with them, not, never the other way round. I break up with men, but can never break up with Xavier, he's a billionaire, wealth himself, I would not miss this chance to make him mine and dance to my tones.

Her tensed voice now sounding scary. Sorin knew his girlfriend too much, he knew she meant every single word she just uttered, he knew she would stop at nothing to make sure she harmed me if anything had gone wrong. He knew she was sweet with him but to others, she was a tyrant. Daisy Cole, though beautiful and elegant, was the ruthless daughter of one of the top billionaires in town. Her parents had died years ago and as the only child, they left everything they had in her name, making it impossible for anyone to claim their massive wealth. No one who dared to mess with her ever got away with it. She was so good at scheming and plotting the downfall of her enemies and she always never faile

Louise said. "Pepper eater?" I wondered. "Eats pepper. That animal always has pepper in his teeth," Louise answered, making me shake my head. Louise and I spoke clearly for a moment. She told the whole gossip about Joseph. It is said that someone also leaked the video just now of them kissing in a bar. Joseph is rich and a millionaire so he is a famous person. "You know, we'll just drink that pain away. Come with us and let's go to a bar! What do you say, girls?" Louise said and turned to Mercedes.

"I'm glad you like them, ma'am. Now, shall we head downstairs for breakfast? The boss and his wife are waiting for you." Katiya nodded eagerly, eager to meet the people who had shown her such kindness. As Katiya descended the grand staircase, she couldn't help but marvel at the opulence of her surroundings. The mansion exuded an air of wealth and sophistication that she had only ever seen in movies or read about in books. Each step she took seemed to echo through the spacious foyer, serving as a reminder of just how far removed she was from her humble beginnings in Oscaria.

I have watched her behind the shadows for too long, under the shackles of these evil people and now, all I want is to protect her. I saw the way she looked at me—with fear and disgust. How could I change that? How can I show her that for her, I could be a better man and much more? How could I tell her I spent years building an empire for her? I had her ring crafted by the best jeweler in Asia? For the first time in years, my heart thumped loudly. I don't give a damn about the twenty million—it's nothing to me compared to her. All I want, all I’ve wanted these past years is Savannah McGrathy.

A message from Tessa: "San Francisco better treat you right, or I'm flying out there to kick some West Coast ass." I smile despite the tightness in my chest. Despite the way my fingers keep reaching for the empty space where my engagement ring used to sit before I remembered I never had one. Never would have one, not from either of them. The woman next to me is reading a romance novel, something with a shirtless man on the cover and a title involving the word "billionaire." I want to tell her it's all lies. That real billionaires don't sweep you off your feet and carry you into the sunset. They make you choose between pieces of your heart until there's nothing left but fragments.

The ruthless, terrifying billionaire who had ruled the city's financial market for five years looked completely, utterly broken. "They're mine," he whispered. It wasn't a question. His voice was a low, gravelly rasp, thick with five years of unshed tears, desperate longing, and sudden, shocking realization. "Aurora... they're mine. They have my eyes. They have my face." "They are my children!" Aurora hissed, her voice trembling with a ferocious, protective rage. She glared at him, her posture completely rigid. "They have nothing to do with you! I raised them alone. I protected them alone. You have no right to even look at them!"