Rich Man Romance Novels Novels & Stories

Unless… Linda suddenly thought of a possible explanation and said with disgust, “North, when did you seduce another old man? Listen, he may be rich, but the age gap is too large. You’ll never find happiness this way!” Reina got the hint immediately and bit her lip as she tried to “persuade North to break up with her new fling”, “North, if you want a pigeon’s blood ruby, our family can just buy you one. You don’t have to settle for a man old enough to be your grandfather!” Everyone gasped. “Is this North’s sugar daddy?” “How can North stand someone so old?” “Alright. That’s enough, everyone.” Reina had already achieved her goal, so she pretended to look conflicted. “North’s lover may be old,

“It’s… complicated.” “Complicated means hot,” she says, eyes sparkling. “It’s Damien Wolfe,” I mutter. Maya gasps so hard I’m afraid she might choke. “Mr. Penthouse?! Mr. Tall, dark, ruined-your-womb-with-a-glance Damien Wolfe?!” I groan. “You make it sound worse.” She grabs a pillow and clutches it dramatically. “Girl, you are playing with the kind of fire that burns souls. That man is a volcano in a suit.”

Happy, she stepped back outside with her purchases and walked around the shops again. Nicholas sent her a text to say he’d love to do dinner and whenever she was available, he’d make sure he was as well. She smiled. He seemed nearly perfect. He was charming and handsome, the money side of him was also slightly attractive. She tried to pretend it wasn’t, but the thought of never having to worry about paying a bill, or shopping whenever she felt like it, how could that not be tempting? There wasn’t anything fake about him, unlike her last boyfriend, Stephen, and he seemed to want a real relationship with her, unlike Carl. However, she couldn’t seem to rouse more than a slightly pleasant feelin

But now, someone else was telling me that this hotel, along with the other buildings in the central district of Attingsdale, belonged to the Swensens? I couldn't help but recall the many times Irene had helped me out in my little breakfast shop, mixing pancake batter and rolling out the dough for homemade breakfast buns while chatting amicably with me. When the morning rush was over, we'd even made plans to buy a modest, secondhand apartment in the suburbs as our new home after we got married. But now, Irene turned out to be a rich heiress after all, and she even had another boyfriend too? Then what was I to her? Was I just the clown there to provide her some comedy relief? Or, was I the hom

Just picked up a pillow and blanket and tossed them onto the oversized chaise by the window. The next morning, Paris greeted them with sun and scandal. Cassian handed her a croissant and his phone. On the screen: photos of them at the gala, lips barely touching, hands too familiar. Headlines followed: Cassian Wolfe’s Mystery Fiancée Unmasked. Eden Blake: From Deliveries to Diamonds. Sleeping with the CEO? Or Just Playing the Part? Eden stared at the screen. “They’re calling me a gold digger.” “They call everyone that,” Cassian said flatly. “Ignore them.”

She had spent years perfecting that composure, first as his secretary, then as the woman who learned how to stand beside men like Henry without shrinking. “Home,” Henry announced, his voice a gravelly baritone worn smooth by cigars and single malts. Jennifer offered a small, tense smile. The business trip to Monaco had been a whirlwind. The diamond on her finger felt heavier than it had that morning, when they had signed papers in a quiet office halfway across the world with no guests, no announcements, no warnings. Henry married his secretary of five months because he wanted to and he was too rich to give a shit about the whispers that would undoubtedly follow them home. She smoothed the sk

Instead, they only stoked the resentment burning inside him. Grayson spoke through gritted teeth, his voice barely controlled. "That's Emmett Harlow, the son of the wealthiest man in our city!" Maeve froze. A flash of envy crossed her eyes involuntarily. The son of the wealthiest family! Countless socialites would kill for a chance with him, yet somehow, Calla had managed it. Impressive…

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Elena’s POV One and a half year later She drew the blinds, made a hot chocolate and settled down with a book in her lap. It was a romance she had bought from the local supermarket. It was the story of a girl who ran from her house and found a considerate guy in the new city who was hiding from his past. “Loving The Writer Billionaire”, she read the title. She started the book but put it down. There were so many questions in her mind.

She shrugged, “I don't know, I just thought being rich was another vampire trait, all the vampires I've ever read about are always stinking rich.” He chuckled as he answered, “Well, if you live that long and you're still broke, then something is definitely wrong. Most of us work different jobs in different places throughout our lifetime, gathering wealth over the years, that's why vampires are usually rich.” “Interesting. Tell me more about your book. What is it about and why did you lose your inspiration?” He had a faraway look in his eyes as he said, “It's a novel. A romance novel.” She raised her brows and gave him a teasing smile. “Romance novel huh? I wouldn't have guessed that. Is it a