Rich Man Romance Novels Novels & Stories

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.

Will he ever regret for what he did to Luna. What will happen between Melissa and Gabriel? Will she forgive him or move on. Indeed there are many questions. But your lovely author is ready to answer them. Oh no. Not with words but with my new story. Like I already once told you guys I have other plans for Hunter and that was my plan. A New Dark Romance Story of Hunter Knight. Monstrous Love. Monstrous Love is not a sequel of Billionaire's Madness but it's only a story of Hunter knight's life.

"You know what? I love how our bodies weave together and show our deep realities. I say this is body chemistry, it is, and I think for that reason, I'm in my element with you. You bring out my elemental essence, the part of me that is hidden to others. To say that those are puns is a sort of shallow take on it. For me, their connection is as poignant as ours. Don't you think so?" What the hell was that? Since when did Mr. Richmond become so poetic. "Have you been watching romantic movies? Or is that your way of getting the woman in your life to your bed." "Well, no! As you know, they were the ones who invited me to their bed." "Of course, I know all of those women. So now you know this. I am

BLS #7 Kenneth Domanco Number one Billionaire in America. People said he's a definition of perfect. Handsome face, smart ass, build body and don't forget that he's damn rich. Famous woman and rich girls always try to reach him but he can't be reach. For him, love is a one stupid word. Love doesn't exist in his life. Chloe Regens

I bit down hard on my bottom lip and walked away, making my way to the bedroom. Just when I thought things were going to be happy, it took a wild turn and ruined my fantasy. +++++ The next day, we arrived at our new house, the house he had gotten for me. It was a huge white mansion sitting on a huge acre of land. The yard and the sculptures screamed wealth and when he led me into the house, it reminded me just how filthy rich Anthony was. The house was unlike anything I have ever seen. It was huge, with tall walls, expensive decor and marble floors.

I stepped out of the car and took a long look at the most expensive boutique in New York. The sight of it was overwhelming, and I couldn't believe I was actually going to shop here. Ignacio, my Spanish husband, had always been rich enough to afford me this kind of luxury, but I never had a reason to visit New York until Cullen came along. He was my golden ticket to success, my way of getting all the money I could ever need, even if it was a risky gamble. Ignacio could never find out about my contract marriage with Cullen. As I walked into the boutique, I was greeted by the sight of designer clothes that I could not only dream of owning but I could own every single one I desired.

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?

“YUP? Aaron, have you lost your entire mind or is this just a part-time delusion?” “It’s a job,” I insisted. “It’s a cult,” she fired back. “It’s professional.” “It’s suspicious.” She crossed her arms. “And weird. And shady. And exactly the kind of thing you see in crime documentaries.” I rolled my eyes and took the cereal box from her. “Relax.” “No! I will NOT relax!” Mira jumped up, nearly knocking over the bowl. “Who is this man? Why is he rich enough to own a mansion but secretive enough that no one knows his face? And why does he want you specifically?”

Chapter One Dimitry Two weeks later Nikolai and I stood, silent and unmoving, raindrops hitting the window. It was the only sound breaking the silence. San Francisco in all its glory spread out in front of me. I owned a majority of it, among businesses I had all over the world. Although most of it wasn’t obtained through legal means.

Even though we only had a short conversation, Derrick’s mother came by. When my checkup was over, a man in black told me that the chairman’s wife wanted to see me. My mind went straight to all those scenes in the novels. Had a rich heir fallen in love with me? Was his mother showing up to make me her son’s contract bride? Was I about to marry into money? In reality, Derrick’s mother placed a bank card on the table. “There’s eight million in it. I want you to leave my son.” Just like that, my dream of being a rich girl fell apart.