Rich Playboy Novels & Stories

He put his hand on the small of her back. "This is the vice president of this mall, Mr. Smith," He told her then turned to Mr. Smith. "My fiancé and daughter," He said lightly as he introduced them. "!!!" Mr. Smith was stunned and speechless for a moment as he looked at Anika and Adelaide in surprise. Who would have known that the most sought bachelor of the business industry was actually engaged, and he already has a child? Anika looked at the man who seemed to be on the verge of a heart attack. He then saw how his expression shifted just as fast and held his hand out to her.

he let out a chuckle and replied, "You know me, brother. I can't help but admire the beautiful nature the God has made." Rocco Romano, he was the bad boy and a famous model working for top brands like 'Giorgio Armani and Calvin Klien. He is said to be the biggest playboy in the media industry. Rocco changes the girls like he changes his shirts. And he is the best friend of Darby Rothschilds... he travels a lot and has no fixed home. Right now the best friends are sitting in a cafe enjoying their coffees. "I know the meaning of your beautiful nature," Darby twitched his lips.

G****e gave me nothing though only that he was obviously insanely wealthy, and that his company was involved with mining and drilling. Everything about him the wealth, the cockiness, and the cavalier way he’d had me wrapped around his finger in seconds made the case that he was just another rich playboy Prince. But then, there was no evidence of that anywhere. No tabloid pictures of him with bikini models on a yacht somewhere, or living large on some tropical beach or in a casino or something. Nothing. I bit my lip and grinned before I rolled my eyes at myself. What was I thinking, was I glad there were no pictures of him with other girls? Please, the man had

"How dare he be! He doesn't know who I am! I'm Graham Peyton, the richest man in Nashville!" Impatient to hear Tom's father babble, Rachel grabbed her father's cell phone and shouted, "Just so you know, the man I'm going to marry. His name is Nicholas Anthony, and he's listed as the tenth-richest person in the United States by Forbes magazine! And one more thing you should know, I'm not for sale!" she pressed the red button on her father's cell phone, her chest heaving with satisfaction. She turned to Nicholas and found him smiling at her. Whether it was a mocking smile or something, it was clear that that day she was very grateful to him. At least she didn't have to marry Tom Peyton the lol

In one word he is a beauty. Ricardo was every girl's dream guy. His irresistible looks and filthy wealth made him a demi-God both in the country and beyond but unfortunately the all-mighty CEO is a playboy. Ricardo doesn't believe in love since his wretched relationship with his Ex lover ended. He believed love is just a weakness and he doesn't want to look weak before anyone and because of that he f**ks just the way he wants and has little or no patience for anything under the skirt.

"Steffy, your husband has been named the number 1 richest person in England and the 3rd richest person in the world. Do you know what that means?" Lexus is still laughing. He imagined Stella blushing and looked down. "That means I don't lack money. I'm the 3rd richest person in the business world after businessman Pavlovich Romanov from Russia and Henry Ford from Germany. You should be proud to have a husband like me." Lexus said proudly. He didn't care at all how Stella thought of him.

Richard was a powerful man, a tycoon with a ruthless streak, and she was his prize, his secret indulgence. Her heart pounded as the door clicked open. Richard entered, his broad shoulders filling the frame, dressed in a crisp white shirt unbuttoned at the collar, revealing a hint of tanned chest. His dark hair was tousled, eyes gleaming with that predatory hunger she'd come to both fear and crave. At thirty-eight, he exuded control, his body honed from years of discipline—muscular arms, a chiseled jaw, and a presence that made the air thicken.

“So, this must be the son of the tycoon, Mr. Windsor. He’s the spitting image of Justin Windsor. His mother must be stunning.” I had no patience for his flattery and sharply said, “Simon, give me the child. Can’t you see Elio’s in distress?” Simon gave me a mocking look, as though I were a joke. “What? The second I mention he’s the son of the tycoon, you suddenly care. Are you trying to curry favor with the child so that you can get close to the tycoon? You really have some nerve. Why would someone like him ever take interest in a woman with no status or background like you?”

“Number six? Mom… really?” She waved her hand like it was nothing. “The others ended badly, yes. You remember. Your father was number one—left when you were little. Number two drank too much. Three was controlling. Four had gambling problems. Five… well, he just wasn’t right for me. But Richard? He’s kind. Successful. Devoted. He owns multiple companies—tech, real estate, investments. Several estates too. And he has private security. The man takes care of what’s his.” I rolled my eyes and looked out the window as the city gave way to rolling hills. “Sounds too good to be true. You always say that at the beginning.”

Out of place. The door opened. The man who stepped out did not belong to her world. He wore a dark tailored coat, sharp lines, and quiet confidence. Silver cufflinks caught the weak winter sun. His posture was controlled, his expression unreadable. He moved like someone who had never been told no. Isabella recognized him instantly. Alexander Voss. The billionaire heir to Voss Enterprises. The man splashed across every headline since his father’s death three days ago. Rumors followed him like shadows, whispers of power, inheritance, and a will with unusual conditions.