Beauty And The Billionaire Lauren Landish 소설 & 이야기

“You’ve been staring at the building for quite some time now. Care to share what’s so fascinating?” I turned around to find a woman about my age approaching me. She wore a sleek black dress with matching heels, and her blonde hair was pulled neatly into a bun. She was stunning—confident and graceful. “Oh—hi,” I said, smiling nervously. “Sorry, I was just… mesmerized by how beautiful the building looks.” She gave a soft laugh. “There’s really nothing captivating about the building itself. What’s truly beautiful is what you’ll learn inside. That’s where the gold is.”

I looked at my bestie, who now had her phone out and was typing furiously. Sonja began to protest. “Miss, your nails need more time to dry—” “The truth can’t wait! I’m dying to know!” Lisa exclaimed. Sonja grew quiet and egged Lisa on with a nod. She was invested now too. “Ok, hold up.” Lisa stopped scrolling. “I found an article about Mr. McLean buying up property to expand his business.” Lisa was quiet as she read. “Well?” I asked. “OMG! This is some serious tea!” She kept scrolling.

Some reporters who were attending the gala like friends, pulled out their phones and instantly started capturing every single thing. While Carlos and his father quickly moved to confront him, a sharp yell echoed in the hall, "What the fuck is wrong with these people?" It was Claire. Standing in the middle of the room, dressed in a baby pink ball gown as if she were the princess of innocence. "Here's the drama," Valentina giggled. "Why do people keep coming in the way of my happiness?" Claire yelled, "Throw money. Do whatever it takes. But I want to marry Steven only!"

Taking a step further to a table, some group of men walked towards them, sharing handshakes and hugs, leaving Mandy standing like some maid. "So good to see you, who would have thought, the almighty Lauren would be here." As they warmly greet each other, Mandy can smell that they are not just some bloody millionaires but billionaires, she sees reason, the old man is desperate to be in this world. To be rich is everything, still in her thoughts, the organizer of the event came and called out to Lauren.

I calmly told her. She eyes me suspiciously before she takes a deep breath – calming herself. “Fine. And prepare yourself. I don’t want that Clinton girl to get the spotlight. Not tonight.” Aurora strictly reminded me before she walked towards the party. I heaved a deep sigh. This is my life. They call me lucky for living such an extravagant and perfect life that other people are jealous of. However, having this kind of lavishness always has a price to pay. I blink my eyes and bite my lower lip to restrain the emotions that are slowly escaping from the depths of me.

But before I could reply, his phone started to buzz on the nightstand. He ignored it. Then it buzzed again. And again. Finally, he sighed and reached for it. I watched as his face changed — calm melting into something sharper, darker. “What is it?” I asked. He didn’t answer. He just turned the screen toward me. Headline: “Billionaire Rand Calloway’s Secret Love Affair — Artist Exposed.” Below it was a photo of us — from last night. Me in his arms, rain falling like glitter around us. The headline glowed cruelly against the white background, and beneath it, smaller lines:

She smiled to herself when Ron said those words, she was itching to hear them. Though he was naked in bed with Lauren Miller, his heart and thoughts were out there with someone else, Sarah Waves. He knew he was supposed to be happy, or at least glad that the hottest billionaire heiress in the country was head over heels in love with him and he had just smashed her, but everything just felt so wrong. Extremely wrong.

I braided my damp hair over one shoulder and avoided looking at myself in the mirror again. When I stepped into the kitchen, he was at the island, scrolling through a tablet, a cup of coffee steaming beside him. He looked up, and his gaze swept over me, swift and assessing. There was no hint of the intensity from last night, no trace of the man who had handed me lingerie with a knowing smile. This was Louis Trevane, the billionaire. Composed. Untouchable. “Good morning,” he said. “Morning.” “Sit. Eat.” On the counter was a plate of eggs, avocado toast, and fresh fruit. I hadn’t made it. He had.

She was guided by the ushers to take a seat in the front row which she very much appreciated because it would give her a very clear view. A mini auction show began before the models were to get ready and she watched as the ridiculously rich people bought unreasonable things that she knew would just sit in their houses as a form of decoration. There were very ugly art works from renowned artists, custom designed urns, rare and unique furniture pieces and many more. When a vintage wine collection was dropped on the stand, she thought of Avery immediately and decided to bid for it. Only a dark-skinned man and herself were interested in the wine, but with determination, she bought it for a whoop

He has won numerous awards and also made a name for himself in the city. Henry is the perfect eligible bachelor in the city. Aside from being the billionaire’s heir, he is handsome,tall, dark skinned. He has brown eyes and dark hair. The real definition of a handsome gentleman. He is the dream of every young lady but Henry seems not to be interested in anything that has to do with matchmaking. He believes he will find love when he’s ready and also with the right woman. He might be cold to everyone,but he is a preacher of love. He called the secretary’s office on the line…