Beauty And The Billionaire Lauren Landish Novels & Stories

Isn't this the place where the famous billionaire lived? I stepped back. Oh no, Dorothy. What are you thinking? Are you planning on applying as a maid here? But there's nothing I can do. I need money for my mom. "Goodness, it's getting out of hand." I heard a man spoke behind me so I turned to face him. My eyes widened when I saw him! The famous billionaire! Danmar Bertrand! Am I really seeing him now? He isn't inside a tv screen, a billboard, a painting and anything else? Is he really in front of me?

I turned to leave but Rebecca stepped in front of me instantly. "Is it true that you are a billionaire, Laurel Hyde? You are now the founder and sole owner of Hyde jewelries LTD. A company that is worth billions of dollars. You were so close to becoming a billionaire even before you launched your jewelry company. And now, you're in the game. Don't you think it's time for Forbes to officially declare you self-made billionaire?"

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…

Instead, she looked straight at the handsome young man in front of her. She knew that Mr. Dickson had a distinguished guest here today, so she came to make friends. Little did she know that it was Damien Wolfe, the heir to the Wolfe family with a net worth of hundreds of billions. She apologized on behalf of her assistant and said, "Mr. Damien, I'm sorry for my assistant's recklessness. I will apologize to you on her behalf." Ciara was wearing a V-neck long dress, and when she lowered her head, the neckline was visible.