Red Novels Billionaire Romance Novels & Stories

Aarav detests flaws. The manner in which she'd said his name - Aarav it was like it had left a sour taste. I noted it but put it in my back pocket for later. You pick up on people when you're dealing with couples. And this couple seemed.off. "Noted. And the dress fitting is set for" "I know the itinerary, Rhea." She finally looked at me, a cat-like smile pulling at her lips. "That's why I hired you. You're the best at faking everything's fine even when it isn't."

“We went.. To his hotel and-“ She tried to stay calm as she narrated her story. “But I told him it was just a one night stand.” “On any given day, I would have chastised for this inappropriate behavior but I think this would actually make our job easier.” Shawty cocked her eyebrows, expecting an answer. “Your one night stand is about buying into a Russian oil and gas company. If he succeeds, he will be drilling in a multitude of oil rich regions.” Shawty eyes widened in surprise as she realized this was the appointment he had been talking about. “Now our client is a Russian oligarch who wants that company but doesn’t have enough money to outmatch Fredrick’s bid,” He continued. “So he wants u

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.

“Girl! Do you mean to tell me you were that girl in the paper with that hot-as-hell man? The sexiest billionaire alive?” “Um, yes?” My reply came out as a question. “Oh my goodness!” She shrieked, getting an irritated glare from some passersby. “Oh my goodness!” She said in a more quiet voice. “No wonder Dylan bought those magazines. I’ve always thought it was weird that he was suddenly interested in reading magazines when he never used to do—how girl? Just how did you cop a man like that? Just a few weeks ago, I was sure you weren’t seeing him, and now? Now you’re hanging out with a ducking billionaire. Do you even know what that means?” She asked and then went ahead to answer the question

he said, his voice breaking into a small smile, “I get to choose what matters. And it’s not the company. It’s not the headlines. It’s you.” I wanted to argue. To tell him he was being reckless, foolish, romantic to the point of ruin. But when he kissed my forehead, all I could do was hold him — because deep down, I knew this was the beginning of something real. Not the billionaire and the artist. Just Rand and Elena. And in the quiet after the storm, that was enough.

“If I lie now, I become the person I’m trying to replace. We lead with the truth—again.” Rachel didn’t answer for a moment. Then whispered, “You’re insane.” “I know.” That night, Ethan met a new partner in a quiet gallery in Copenhagen. A woman. Older. French. Rich. She had once been a Burnett rival. Now? She was Ethan’s ally. “We take it piece by piece,” she said. “Not with bombs. With scissors.” “Slow bleed?” “Very slow.” Ethan smiled. “And when do we cut the throat?” She poured him a glass of champagne.

Later that night, Aria sat in her tiny apartment, littered with scattered blueprints and a laptop. Yet, she just couldn't seem to settle into anything. Her thoughts were back with Heathen King and all he had shared; his vulnerability stayed with her, haunting her like a whispered whisper. The man behind the ruthless billionaire persona was more interesting than she could let herself admit. He wasn't what she had expected. Her phone buzzed, pulling her out of her thoughts. It was a message from Anna:

In two weeks, I find myself seated in Luca's house, twirling and playing with my wedding ring. I still can't believe I'm married to a man I spent years resenting. The contract is simple for me. No Love, No attachment and No asking me questions regarding the past. His is also simple, we have to stay married for a year and six months, his grandfather will watch how we are doing for a year before he earns his inheritance and I will be given a monthly allowance amongst other things.

And with a sudden hot expression, I took over. “This time, I’m gonna make sure that I will make us pregnant,” I groaned, biting the side of her ear and making my way inside her. She moaned with a smile and met each stroke. “You are my dream, Drew. Remember that.” She moans in sweet agony, arching for more towards me. “Beauty... darling.” As where our body joins is beautiful. Everything was excellent until I felt her coming. I thrust one more deeper inside her, making sure that a life will be made tonight. . . I love her. She’s my Beauty, and I’m her billionaire. . C.M. LOUDEN

“Vespera never does that. She always looks at her shoes.” Caroline stepped into his space, placing a firm hand on his chest. Her nails pressed slightly into the fabric of his shirt. She was ruthless, and she didn’t like her territory being threatened. “Listen to me. Vespera is a nobody. She’s a failed wife and a mother who couldn’t even keep her son’s affection. Tomorrow is the gala. We show up, we look perfect, and we let the world know that Caroline and Randell are the new power couple. If she’s there, we treat her like the help she is. Understood?”