Rich Man Romance Novels Novels & Stories

— Crossed Paths (Completed): This one's about two sisters (Rana and Ellen) who accidentally fall in love with one Man (Traven) and things take turn in an unexpected way for these three. — Millionaire's Hot Secretary: A woman, Imogen Mark, is transferred from being the secretary of her nice and easy-going boss to a cold and hot millionaire. Read it to find out how she manages to adjust to his strict style of working with him and how their love unfolds in an unexpected way. — My Teacher Is My Boyfriend: *Forbidden Romance*

it felt so new to you since it's Genesis the man I love and I never had sex with him. you looked into his eyes. you were turned on by his face; the raised eyebrow, the seductive eyes, the little smirk plastered on his face. oh goodness. I thought that I already moved on but I was wrong. All this time I'm still in love with him. you didn't realize that he loosened your red lace brassiere. your breath hitched, he was that damn fast. you let your straps fall to your shoulder as he slowly removes the cloth from your chest.

The beautiful girls who were all working at Wayfair Mountain Entertainment undoubtedly had only one true purpose, which was to marry a rich man. Therefore, they would definitely take advantage of this opportunity that Mr. Lyle had given them to make amends and build up a relationship with Gerald. Even if they didn’t feel apologetic at all, they could not help but rush forward immediately. What was a rich man? The man standing before them now was a true rich man! He was the wealthiest and most powerful man here! Gerald was shocked when he heard her explanation. Six of them? This was just too shocking. Gerald was stunned. At this time, Jane took out a remote control before she pointed it at th

He wore a dark suit that highlighted the soft golds in his slicked-back hair and made the green of his eyes stand out. Cassie, on the other hand, felt like having a panic attack. Not only was the man she'd fallen in love with at her hotel, but he was also a freaking billionaire. Half of her wanted to run into his arms and kiss him, and the other half wanted to run screaming out to the parking lot. She did neither as her boss was standing beside her. That, and she wasn't sure she was going to be able to make her legs work. They seemed rooted to the floor in shock. Her mouth hung open, but no words seemed to be coming out.

The library’s floor is polished, and it has a granite fireplace and a comfortable, well-worn sitting arrangement. I heave a sigh, relieved that Ms. Lennie isn’t around to reprimand me. I’ve always loved reading and collecting romance books at home, so seeing these shelves just makes my heart soar. I start my journey inside, searching for cookbooks. Instead, I stumble upon a book placed in a glass cage in the middle of the classics section. I lean forward, touching the glass as I try to read the title. It’s Macbeth and Hamlet by William Shakespeare. The air instantly abandons my lungs when I catch sight of the leather-bound cover. It’s very old but still stunning.

How I met him was quite a meet-cute, never have I been in a relationship this passionate. He was everything and supported me, he gave me all I ever asked for. Since I first met him at the club, where I turned from a waitress to a striper, he had always hovered around me. He made me felt special, I could see his love for me in his eyes. We never had any problems, just small irrelevant arguments. I have been dreaming about the day he would propose to me, to be sincere, I have never been this patient in my life.

Pain jolted across my spine as my body arched away from him. His lips curled, pleased by my discomfort. “Yet to be a bride. And a substitute for that.” The back of his knuckles skimmed my jaw with deliberate lightness, a mockery of tenderness. “And what’s the problem in sleeping with a handsome man like me? A man who has more value than my disabled cousin?” The words landed harder than any blow. Why did everything always reduce itself to looks or money? The Myers family was shaping up to be every bit as rotten as my own.

In contemporary romance novels, wealthy heirs would marry a woman in name to avoid being pressured into marriage by their families, and then divorce when the timing was right. Therefore, the man in front of her must be a wealthy heir. "What did you say your name was again?" Jane asked subconsciously. Damien's lips curved into a smile. "I apologize for not introducing myself properly earlier. My name is Damien Wolfe, Miss Austen." Though his voice was not particularly loud, it seemed to echo through the room. Damien Wolfe...Damien... Jane's expression suddenly changed. Could he be that Damien Wolfe? she thought.

Everything about this place screamed familiar. I’d forgotten, somehow, that he was a millionaire — but the house didn’t let me. Every corner whispered wealth — the polished marble floors gleaming under soft gold light, the faint hum of a distant piano somewhere upstairs. I was led to what seemed to be his study. The maid opened the door for me and left. He was sitting lazily in his chair with a bored expression on his face. He wasn’t wearing the sharp suits I’d grown used to seeing him in — just a dark sweater and rolled-up sleeves. The sight was disarming in its simplicity.

Richard can't bear to look at the woman who used to kiss him and him only was now kissing another man. He felt like a poisoned dagger had just been plunged into his beating heart and was no longer pumping. Wisdom was his heart, his life. But it seems, he never managed to think about that before he lunged into Francine's cave—the one between her legs. And she is also engaged to the man, to Denver Mikhail Giordano—the richest man in city. A tear fell from his face and into his arm as he was driving home now, to Francine's condominium unit to where he was staying.