Rich Man Romance Novels Novels & Stories

The young woman sitting by me stopped her game and watched me rant in astonishment. When I ran out of angry words, she clapped her hands in succession, and it echoed in the silence. "Well said, Princess, but I think someone lied to you, just like they lied to some of them over there," she said, pointing to a point in the room's corner. "Over there in the blue dress is Princess Kit of the Blue Brook Pack. She was given away as an alliance gift to the Lycan King and found herself as a slave here the very next day. Following her is Princess Yvette from the distant pack region of the werecats. She was told that she was to be matched with the Lycan Prince. She has not gotten over the deceit that

The country's already screwed up Pooky dook. So I got out this romance novel I've been reading, Its about a handsome but poor man who meets this beautiful maiden but she's the daughter of a duke. Her Father wants her to become the concubine of an old but wealthy merchant who is older than her father, so she elope's with her lover. I've always wished someone would take me on a romantic adventure, even a high school romance with dram would do. I needed some excitement in my life, not always getting it from a book.

My roommate, Miranda White, loved romance novels. She always fantasized about becoming the rich and beautiful protagonists of her novels, dreaming of the day a rich and handsome young man would fall in love with her at first sight. Her goal in life was to find a rich, handsome, and devoted boyfriend who could launch her to the top of society. As such, she did all she could to present herself as a rich beauty. She would dress herself in luxury clothing and use the best skincare products she could get her hands on. All counterfeit, of course.

he said while closing his eyes, “ Disappointed.. my foot.. Who wants to please you here, huh? ” She said angrily while he curled up his lips, she then added, “ You are the richest man in the country and you don't even have a master bedroom attached to your cabin, hah? How miser you are, hah.. ” “ That's because I'm only the CEO and not the womanizer CEO, I suggest you not to read too many romantic novels, ” he said while she bit her lips,

Angela' brows furrow as she says "You have done everything you can for him" Paz grumbled "He is a member of the family,we are family and we must support one another.I am hoping to get employed as CEO St Patrick's personal assistant." Angela grinned as she pulled the pot from the cupboard. "Just keep an eye out. The St Patrick brothers are said to be dangerously wealthy and rutheless according to rumors." Paz gave her opinion "Yes I am aware the "Nasty Billionairs" are they name,I am hoping I do not see them because I am terrified what can I do? I need the money." She laughed "You have a huge day tomorrow!" TBC....

“It seems those rumors are true. Velia must have become someone's mistress. She looks even more beautiful. Of course. Of course, she's been living comfortably by selling her body.” A mix of heat and cold ran through Ricardo's body. He swallowed his saliva with a disgusted expression. Inevitably, meaningful laughter escaped his lips. “So, she must be experienced by now. You used to pretend to be pure, Ve. But in the end, you sold your lovely body.” Ricardo did not exaggerate. The brief sight of Velia was enough to ignite the middle-aged man's desire. Velia's delicate and gentle touch made him imagine dirty things. “Is your skin as smooth in other places, Ve? Or even smoother?”

"My darling works just fine. Her phone chimed again. A message from Damien: You have until morning. She studied the glowing screen. Finally, she typed back: Where should I sign? That evening found her in a luxurious penthouse suite nestled within one of the city's exclusive shopping enclaves. A French stylist named Margot was measuring her, as if the mention of Damien's name was just another whisper on the wind. "In high society, appearances are everything," Margot remarked, raising a beaded black evening gown. "People need to see you and think, 'She's untouchable now.""

The favorite cliché of the wealthy: It’s not about the money. “Zane could put ten times that into a trust and it wouldn’t change the fact that Romano Imperium shares remain in his name. We will not accept that. And neither should Amelia.” I gave him my sharp smile. “Mr. Mercier....if I had a dollar for every rich man furious that he couldn’t control the way his ex rewrote their love story in divorce documents, I’d own this building.” He didn’t laugh. Well. Not everyone appreciates dark humor when they’re plotting to carve up a son-in-law’s fortune.

How did anyone just suggest going to bed when they thought there was no solution to what they were looking for. “Okay… I reluctantly accepted, standing up after him. Anthony led me to a different bedroom with a strange familiar scent I couldn't seem to remember. Sitting by the edge of the bed while he stood by the door got me to realize I was actually tired. Who would have known that after I had taken coffee this morning, I would be spending the night at a rich man’s mansion. “I will talk to you tomorrow.” He scratched the back of his head and turned around to leave. I lay on my back, thinking about his words. What did he mean when he said I would be in troule if he let me go?

“Um… Thank you. Unfortunately, my ability to fight for myself came only after my first, completely disastrous marriage.” “I was married before too!” Amelia grinned and clinked her glass with mine. “My family literally sold me to a rich, old, abusive prick.” I heard tension in her voice—the wounds that hadn't healed yet. “God, I'm so sorry,” I breathed out. She shook her head and corrected her smile. “Don't be. He died after a year of our marriage, and I became a rich widow.” I nodded slowly. “So that magazine you mentioned…” “It was his company. Now I'm the owner of Cantrelle Publishing. We specialize in science and economics. ‘Affaires et Vie’ is our lifestyle magazine—my baby,” she explain