Red Novels Billionaire Romance Novelas e Histórias

"That is not what I am thinking." His expression did not change. "Then what are you thinking?" I hesitated. The truth felt uncomfortable to say out loud. "I am wondering what kind of man offers something like this to a stranger." For a moment neither of us spoke. Then Ethan leaned back slightly in his chair. "The kind of man who understands negotiations." "This is not a negotiation." "It is exactly that," he replied calmly. "You have something I need. I have something you need." I frowned. "What exactly do I have that a billionaire needs?"

Pride of the Billionaire Bachelor, 1095 Days of Dangerous Temptation and Second Chance for the Billionaire. These I picked upon careful selection, in one way or the other, I fancy these books because it has something to do with me. The first two from the blurb are themed on sexy obsession and the third is all bothered on a second chance. The hero is a billionaire who offended the heroine and both broke up, they later met unexpectedly, and what will happen between them? The interesting blurb actually prompts me to pick them up. "Can I take the three of these, I want to read them. They seem interesting."

“This has his stink all over it.” Ethan’s fists clenched, veins corded down his wrists. “I’ll end him.” “Ethan” I stepped forward, but he cut me off, eyes burning. “You shouldn’t even have to see this filth, Sonia. I told you Adrian would strike back, but this? He’s playing dirty, and now the whole world thinks” His words stuttered, like he couldn’t bring himself to finish. “That I’m your mistress?” My laugh was bitter, hollow. “Congratulations, Ethan. The narrative fits your image exactly. The wealthy and his dirty secret.”

She fixes her dress, taking his hand in hers as they walk into the building together. The elevator doors shut behind them and he was on her again, lips finding hers and palms landing on her ass, kneading the flesh, low grunts and moans escaped their mouths as they both kissed passionately. "Your name baby." He questions in between the kisses. "Your name." she returns, and he chuckles. "Williams Campbell" he answers, kissing down to her jaw. A small smirk plays on her lips as she moans out softly "Will" "Nobody calls me that." Williams says, tongue running over his lower lip, her fingers grip the strands of his hair as she leans in "Well, I do now, Williams." she whispers.

Her PA led her through the wide hall as cameras continued to flash. Back at a luxury penthouse across the city, Vanessa was descending the stairs, sipping coffee and scrolling through her phone. She wasn’t in a good mood. Ever since Adrian sent the divorce papers, she had felt like everything was slipping away. As she reached the bottom of the stairs, the television in the living room caught her attention. A reporter’s excited voice filled the room: “Live at EverGlow Mall! The owner has just arrived with her man, Adrian Blake! Yes, it’s official—Nadine is the woman behind the newest and most successful shopping mall in the city!”

Not watching her through tinted car windows, not seeing her through hospital room glass, not sitting silently beside her unconscious body…She was alive and looking directly at him. His heartbeat, something he had disciplined to remain steady even during billion-dollar negotiations and hostile acquisitions, now beat so loudly that it almost drowned out every sound in the room. Across from him, Ruby was equally quiet. She knew exactly who the man before her was. Stefan Ashford, the youngest billionaire in the United Kingdom. The legendary businessman whom newspapers called ‘The King of Modern Business’. The man whose companies dominated almost every major industry. The man every elite family w

"She signed the papers. She's nothing now. Just another gold digger who thought she could trap a rich man with a baby." Adrian stood abruptly, pacing to the window. The city sprawled below us, all lights and life and power. This penthouse, this view, this life had all been Elena's once. Now it was mine. Or it was supposed to be. "I made her," Adrian said quietly. "When I met her, she was nobody. A pretty face from a middle-class family with a failing construction business. I gave her everything. This apartment, designer clothes, jewelry, a place in society. I molded her into the perfect trophy wife."

“I’m offering protection.” “And the price?” Ruby asked. “Marriage. An heir. The words felt unreal then. Terrifying. Kelvin Blackwood was a billionaire in title, but not in freedom. His father’s will was cruel and precise. Without a wife and child, Blackwood Holdings would pass to his younger brother. Dante. Dante Blackwood smiled easily and destroyed quietly. He wanted the company not to run it but to ruin Kelvin with it. “You’ll live under my name,” Kelvin said. “Under my protection.”

He says it casually, leaning back like he owns the world. My eyes nearly fall out. “Michael! You’re FaceTiming me in the middle of a meeting? That’s irresponsible!” “It’s my company, love. I can do whatever I want.” “Oh my gosh. How did you become a billionaire?” “Because I’m smart. And hot.” “And cocky.” “That too.” He pauses, eyes gleaming. “Wait… do you miss my cock already, love?” “Michael!” I glare. He laughs, soft and wicked. “I’m sorry. You just get so cute when you’re flustered.”

I never thought a single piece of papercreased, unsent, half-forgottencould shake me like this. After Alexander suggested publishing the proposal letter himself, I just stood there, holding his phone, rereading the headline Nora had tried to sell. “The Billionaire’s Untold ProposalLeila Adams Never Saw It Coming.” They made it sound like a scandal. A manipulation. But I knew better. That letterwhether I ever saw it or not, was never written to control me.