Romans & histoires Study Novels Billionaire Romance

“Zoe and I spend the days together and sometimes, I sleep here without you even noticing. Like I said, pay more attention, Avery.” Avery rolled his eyes and snatched the novel from her hands so that she could look at him while talking. He achieved his aim. “Aren’t you going or the gala?” He asked calmly, inspecting the cove page of her novel and groaning when he saw the picture of two almost naked man and woman. She wasn’t supposed to be reading this. Was she supposed to be reading this? “I am not a part of your company so I have no business with your stupid gala, even mum is not going.”

Isabella's POV I never thought I'd be one to consider such an offer. A contract marriage with a billionaire? It sounds like something out of a cheesy romance novel. But as I stared at the stack of bills on my kitchen table, I knew that I couldn't keep living like this. My life was a constant cycle of work and debt, and I was tired of it. I wanted more for myself, and I knew that moving to New York City was the first step. That's when I met Daniel Stone, a man who would change my life forever.

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.

“Never again.” The vows were simple. Honest. Real. And when they kissed, it wasn’t a revelation. It was a continuation. Some love stories begin loudly. Others survive everything first. _____________ Author’s Note Thank you for reading The Billionaire’s Proxy Bride. What began as an idea grew into something far bigger than I imagined, and the support and encouragement I’ve received along the way have meant more than I can properly put into words.Thank you for staying until the end. Thank you for believing in Lena, Damon, and Amara.

And as soon as he left without another word, I picked up my phone and left the hotel. No looking back; no hesitation. I’d find another way to pay mom’s bills, not pretending to be a fiancée to my ex-husband’s brother. As I arrived at my apartment and lay on the bed that night, the thoughts flooded me again. The offer was quite mouth-watering, no doubt. I brought out my cell phone and searched for the owner of Blackwood Inc. It didn’t take long before information about him on X and G****e came up. Xavier Blackwood, ruthless self-made billionaire who, not surprisingly, is also a playboy- as depicted by the tabloids.

"Kael... you shouldn't be here. They'll call the police. Eleanor…” "Forget them," he interrupted, his voice urgent but softer now. He brushed a limp strand of hair from my forehead, his touch far gentler than the initial pull. "I didn't come empty-handed. This is bigger than their games, Sarah. A huge contract came through my studio yesterday. A big businessman in the city, Victor Harrington, the real estate mogul behind those waterfront towers, needs an interior designer for his new flagship property. A luxury penthouse complex, full custom work. Textures, lighting, art integration, the whole vision. He's seen your old portfolios, the ones from our collaborative shows before your marriage.