Romance Billionaire Books Novels & Stories

"Let's just enjoy our lunch and then you can have the rest of the day off." I nodded, relieved that the subject had been dropped. I was starting to have feelings for Alexander, but I didn't want to get too involved with a man who was my boss and also a billionaire. I didn't want to lose sight of my own goals and dreams, and I didn't want to feel like I owed him anything because of his wealth. After finishing our meals, Alexander signaled for the check and paid for it without looking at the bill. As we stepped out of the restaurant, I decided to bring up the issue of the rumors once again.

Then he intertwined their hands, making her unable to work her magic on his body. “Avery.....” “You are beautiful.” He whispered as his breath caressed her face. “You are beautiful, Zoe.” Her heart sang with joy but that wasn’t what she wanted to hear at this point. In fact, she didn’t want words between the both of them. The bedside lamb made the room look much more romantic than she could ever imagine and that was the only thing she wanted between them. Romance. “I need you, Avery.” She whispered back to him, her heart racing as his gaze lowered to take in the whole of her features. “I need you.”

Katherine wiped away the tears that rolled down her cheeks with the back of her palm. I swore to forget about you even though I knew you would be somewhere in the world, enjoying your life. I finally had the courage to search for you on the internet one day and lo and behold, you did not disappoint me. You were one of the most successful men in the states, you were married to the daughter of a billionaire and you had a kid. You had it all and I assumed you were literally living your best life.”

"Then I asked you for a dance and you obliged...” “Well, it is not every day you get asked to dance by a billionaire...” He furrowed his brows. “You didn’t know I was a billionaire” She stilled. “It wasn’t hard to figure it out" He stared at her not saying a word. “I want things to be different for us" she began. "I want back the spark in our relationship...” “You don’t wish these things to be a reality" “We can try" she cupped his face. “I do not want to lose you" she admitted.

In front of the people’s eyes, he was still my stepbrother. But none of it wouldn’t matter because he would protect me. We would love each other for whatever it takes… ***END*** UP NEXT - >>> Mr. Beautiful (Bad Boy Billionaires #2) Note: It can be read as a standalone. -BLURB- Audrey was sixteen when we were supposed to run away and leave everything behind—her family, who she resented, and the luxurious lifestyle she had always known since she was born. But before I could claim her body, I decided to bring her back, and that was when death came after me. Nonetheless, I survived and reclaimed myself. I became a man above anyone else. I became a billionaire. After eight years, I saw Audrey aga

"Like reading. I already know you're a bookworm, Ruby." Ruby's eyes lit up instantly, her inner literary critic emerging. "Oh, so the billionaire remembers? Please don't tell me your reading list is just boring finance textbooks and business biographies." "Actually," I leaned in a fraction of an inch, a teasing glint in my eyes, "I prefer classic literature. Russian realism, psychological thrillers. Dostoyevsky, Fitzgerald, Hemingway. I like substance."

he murmured, “the world will know your name.” She smiled. “One day.” Outside, the city continued unaware. Inside, a billionaire claimed not an empire— But a wife the world would never see coming.

"The perfect wife." His steel-blue eyes search mine. "Is it?" Before I can respond, Gregory approaches with business associates. I smile, shake hands, make appropriate conversation about art and philanthropy while internally cataloging escape routes. The evening passes in a blur of performances. I met Margaret Vale, whose husband owns half the commercial real estate downtown. Elena Kozlov, married to a tech billionaire who made his fortune in cryptocurrency. Caroline Westbrook, trophy wife number three to a pharmaceutical executive. They all wear the same armor I'm building. The same practiced smiles. The same carefully curated conversations that reveal nothing real.

The Nurse muttered on as she scanned through a plethora of files, then she paused, “Wait, isn’t she the wife of that handsome billionaire?” “Ex wife.” Diaz corrected, hoping she would hurry up before they got caught. “Yeah right.” The Nurse nodded, “I heard he cheated on her. That poor thing.” Rolling his eye now, annoyed more than ever, “Well….there’s every side of a story.” She snorted, a rude gesture, he frowned as she went through the cabinet behind her until she whipped out a file. She pointed it at him and when he tried to reach it, she took it back, “An extra two hundred.”

In that moment, with the scent of our mingled passion still clinging to our skin, the allure of unraveling the enigma that was Lachlan McIntyre eclipsed every rational thought, every lingering shred of professionalism. And as the first tendrils of a weak dawn light began to try to penetrate the thick clouds still rolling over the horizon, I found myself letting go of my muddled thoughts and succumbing to the siren call of slumber, my mind swirling with visions of the secrets and shadows that awaited me in the days to come. I melted into the comforting embrace of Lachlan's arms and found myself oddly at peace with that realization, content—for now—to bask in the afterglow of our passion and r