Study Novels Billionaire Romance Novels & Stories

I walked to my seat and sat down, I don't talk to anybody in the class except from my friend's, this school is for rich kids and if you're a scholarship student like me they won't want to interact with you so basically rich kids hate poor kids that's how it has always been in Empire High School, it's crazy how I became friends with Jade and the others. I decided to keep myself busy with the new romance book I ordered from Goodnovel app, the name is “After Divorce I Became A Zillionaire” it was a very emotional romance book between Ava and her husband Nicklaus, I just don't know why Ava had to forgive Nicklaus after the heartbreak that he caused her, but sometimes when I think about Ava I thi

The city blurred around her until she finally stopped beneath the awning of a closed café. That was when a black luxury sedan rolled to a smooth stop in front of her. The door opened. A tall man stepped out, his polished shoes untouched by the rain. He wore a dark tailored coat, broad shoulders filling it effortlessly. The streetlight caught the sharp lines of his face—controlled, unreadable, dangerous in a way that made people instinctively straighten their spines. Sebastian Vale. Elena recognized him instantly. Everyone did. CEO of Vale International. Billionaire. Media recluse. A man rumored to crush rivals without raising his voice. Someone Victor had once desperately tried—and failed—to

My body sagged, knees weak. Mia rushed to my side, eyes wide. “Amara, do you even know who that was?” “Some arrogant jerk?” Her jaw dropped. “That was Damian Cruz. The billionaire.” My stomach flipped. My entire life flashed before my eyes. Billionaire? Damian Cruz? As in Cruz Holdings—the man who owned skyscrapers, shipping lines, hotels? Perfect. Just perfect. I hadn’t just ruined someone’s morning. I’d ruined a billionaire’s suit. And maybe my life along with it.

Even the air felt expensive, and I only felt like a gaping goldfish just waiting to swim in the shark tank. The stylist, a soft spoken woman in her forties, circled me like I was a mannequin. Her hands were gentle, her smile too polished as she adjusted things I didn't see the need for. “You’re his wife now,” she said, fastening a diamond bracelet around my wrist. Asides the bright smile she wore, I could tell there was something else underneath; surprise. She was shocked, that the billionaire playboy who ate scandals for a living, had finally settled down. “You have no idea how lucky you are.”

“You know, you talk about him differently now. And you talk about him a lot.” Victoria frowned and denied it quickly. “I do not.” Julie shook her head slowly. “You do. In fact, you smile when you talk about him.” “That’s just your overactive imagination.” She countered. Julie ignored her. “I’ve written enough romance novels. And read even more.” Victoria immediately knew where this conversation was heading. “Oh no.” Julie nodded enthusiastically. “Oh yes.” She began counting on her fingers. “Contract marriage. Cold billionaire. Independent female lead. They’re forced to live together.”

So basically, the places in this book are made up even though the book is nothing like fantasy, it's just your average billionaire erotic BDSM romance involving a Billionaire, obviously and a naive little do gooder woman who thought she was all that, so don't go looking for my made up places okay sweeties? Okay that's done! Get ready for a slow burn and watch Rachel Rivers lose her head. Let's get into this story that I am so glad to share!!

He remembers the sweet taste of her lips, it's velvety smoothness against his. Shit! She is still hot, still the same irresistible beauty she was then. But is her beauty worth ignoring her deceit and betrayal? Is it? Is he supposed to ignore the red flags and give in to his heart's desire? He is a fucking billionaire for heaven's sake! He can get any woman at a snap of his fingers and God knows there are many fine, sexy women out there who would throw themselves into his arms at a slight opportunity. Why then is he fixated on the sly, deceitful Louisa?

Instead, as I stepped inside, a sharp awareness slithered down my spine. I didn’t belong here. The room was bathed in golden light, the faint scent of fresh roses lingering in the air. But beneath the floral sweetness, something richer lurked—money, power, exclusivity. It dripped from the silk-draped furniture, the gold-trimmed mirrors, the towering shelves filled with books that probably hadn’t been touched in years. But none of it was as overwhelming as her. Serena Lancaster. The celebrity model. She didn’t just belong in this world—she ruled it.

Now he just smiled coldly and watched me, as if he thought I was … “Devon, I would never betray you. I don’t know why you think I might have betrayed you, but I love you, I always will. I would never stop loving you.” I declared in a shaky voice. My eyes searched his, begging him to believe me. Devon laughed cruelly. “Karen, my little sweetheart. You have known my gentle side for too long. I have protected you, provided for you, cared for you, but now, you would know why I’m the most ruthless billionaire in the country. I’m going to enjoy breaking you, piece by piece, I would shatter your heart, destroy you, and the worst thing is –”

A hostess greeted me with a polished smile, her gaze sweeping over me with polite curiosity. “I’m here to meet someone,” I said nervously. “Of course,” she said, her tone impeccable. “May I have your name or the name of your party?” “Antonius Rockwell,” I replied, and the name felt foreign on my tongue, heavy with significance. Her smile didn’t waver as she checked her list and then nodded. “Right this way, ma’am.” As she led me through the lavish dining area, I couldn’t help but notice the opulence around me—the crystal chandeliers, the pristine white tablecloths, the soft clinking of silverware. Everything here screamed luxury, a far cry from the simple life I had always known.