Red Novels Billionaire Romance Mga Nobela at Kwento

I thought about the paparazzi who were probably lurking outside my building right now, waiting for a shot of me looking depressed. I looked at Gabriel. He was wealthy, handsome, and the complete opposite of every guy I had ever dated. If the world saw me with him... Justin would lose his mind. "Gabriel," I said, using my 'red carpet' voice. I slid out of bed, the oversized shirt fluttering around my thighs. I walked over to him, leaning against the arm of his chair. "I have a proposition for you." Gabriel didn't move, but I saw his jaw tighten. "The last time you had a proposition, it involved me dancing to a song called 'Wiggle It.' I declined then, and I decline now."

“Forget the deal. You’re mine, papers or no papers. The only problem is you refuse to come home. I get it. But I want you to spend the day with us.” I crossed my arms, leaning back against the counter. “My time is too expensive to waste with a man who already has everything.” His gaze dropped to my lips, then back to my eyes, unblinking. “I’ll buy you a McLaren if you spend the day with me.” I froze, staring at him like he’d just spoken another language. “Wait—what? For real?” “Yes, Red. Anything you want. Name it.” His voice was silk over steel. Oh, to be a billionaire’s baby mama, I thought, the smile threatening to break free before I bit it back.

Blue sat at the table coloring quietly, unaware that the headlines had already started spreading. I looked down at my screen. BLACKWOOD DIVORCE SECRETS RESURFACE Hidden Child Rumors Surround Billionaire CEO Sources Question Timeline of Marriage Collapse Jesus Christ. The leak had spread faster than I expected. I opened the article anyway. Mistake. They framed Elara exactly the way I knew they would. Quiet wife. Mysterious disappearance. Speculation about infidelity. Questions about paternity timelines carefully disguised as “industry curiosity.” Cowards. Every single one of them.

he repeats, eyes boring into mine. I can't help the slamming of my heart, or the smirk on my lips that matches his. “Hmmmm.” I say, not once taking my eyes off him, “Surely you can do better than that? I heard you're a billionaire.” The smirk on his lips pulls into a dazzling smile, “2 million then?” I fold my hands, “Try again.” He narrows his eyes, loving the challenge, “A billion.” The crowds' gossip rises to a crescendo.

I asked, taking over yet another desperate man's company was interesting. Vladimir slid a glossy photograph across the desk. I took my time picking it up, a man in his late thirties, dark hair, cruel eyes. Tattoos ran up his neck—but the one that stood out most was a red rose inked just under his jaw. “Sixty percent” I said. “You can't be serious Hilton,” His voice filled with shock. “You can have someone else find him for you, and pay the four hundred billion dollars, because no one's going to find him in two days for you except me”

The way his eyes creased when he was genuinely relaxed, the small dimple at the corner of his cheek was enough to make me consciously close my legs for the third time in the evening. “Thank you so much, Catalina,” he said. “I will draw up a contract that would fully compsenate you for your help during our marriage. I assure you, it would be something that would fully take care of your needs...and mine.” Oh, mamma Mia. It was impossible not to notice his drawl at the end of his words and he knew it. The sexy billionaire in front of me was very much aware of his charm and he was not afraid to use it to get what he wanted.

Elara was keenly aware of the wedding ring on her finger, a symbol of the vow she had recently taken. As they neared his mansion, the reality of her new life began to sink in. She was now Mrs. Damian Blackwood, the billionaire’s reluctant bride, tied to him in a marriage of convenience that neither of them truly wanted. But as much as she resented the circumstances that had brought them to this point, she couldn’t ignore the growing curiosity about the man she had just married.

“It doesn’t look like nothing, Kenna.” “That’s because you have a warped mind, Xander and think the lowest of the low about me. You always did. All I was to you was a commodity for your girlfriend, Violet.” She chuckles. I am angry now, how dare she even refer to Violet as my girlfriend. She is not and I do not intend to have one for a very long time. Sure, at some point I will need to think about remarrying, I need an heir to carry on with my business, the empire I have built with hard work, blood, sweat and yes some tears along the way. I have sacrificed so much to be able to be successful and one of the richest billionaires in the Americas and taking Europe by storm.

Love rather than Leverage "Well, that's certainly a headline," Darren whistled, tossing the magazine onto the penthouse coffee table. *'From Contract to Covenant: The Vanderbilt Love Story That Reshaped an Empire'* blazed across the cover, accompanied by the now-iconic photo of Lucas and Sophia with the twins in the morning light. "The stock's up twelve percent," Susan reported, not looking up from her tablet. At three months old, Cat was dozing in her arms while she worked, a common sight these days. "And the wedding planning inquiries have tripled."

He remembers the sweet taste of her lips, it's velvety smoothness against his. Shit! She is still hot, still the same irresistible beauty she was then. But is her beauty worth ignoring her deceit and betrayal? Is it? Is he supposed to ignore the red flags and give in to his heart's desire? He is a fucking billionaire for heaven's sake! He can get any woman at a snap of his fingers and God knows there are many fine, sexy women out there who would throw themselves into his arms at a slight opportunity. Why then is he fixated on the sly, deceitful Louisa?