Beauty And The Billionaire Lauren Landish นิยาย & เรื่องราว

she shook the magazine again. That's when she saw the familiar violet-blue eyes, “Holy cow!” the headline stated, Billionaire Playboy raises $1.3 million at Local Art Auction. Underneath the headline was a picture of him and the woman he was with. Giselle Hall, Estee Lauder's new model…. stopped reading and pushed the magazine away while a lump formed in her gut. Tanya spit out the bobby pins, “That's what I said!”

Yesterday, you said that the lawyer was your girlfriend, and today, I find you sleeping with another woman! But when she took a closer look at Keisha, her heart tightened. First, this woman was prettier than her. Second, younger than her. Third, better figure—tall, toned, and athletic. Most importantly: full-figured with round hips. And Keisha had clearly been in the shower. There was no way she was wearing makeup. This was a woman who could beat Lauren even bare-faced. "Oh, my ex-wife," Ray said casually. Lauren was unwilling to give up. Ray had 40 million dollars—how could she just let that go?

“You know, this is my first conversation with a billionaire.” He felt a bit awkward now that Allan was behaving like a fan. “Why do you want her to pretend as your girlfriend?” he threw his first question at him. Allan flashed him a nervous smile. “Well, sir, you see,” he began, beginning to get a little fidgety. “I had a bet with my friends… a month ago, they saw Layla on TV, it was the news and she was being interviewed… they learned that she was a writer for a TV show, she’s famous now, they teased me… I could never fool her again to being with me again… and I told them they’re wrong. I told them she was really in love with me then and I have a feeling that she still is… so my friends dar

She tucks a strand of her dark brown hair behind her ear, crossing over to the couch. “I told you nothing happened!” I lie. I gravitate to the kitchen after drinking and rinse the mug, putting it on the rack. “Seriously, flower girl! You got one chance to shag a billionaire, and you rejected it? Do you know how many girls would kill themselves for a night with him?” “What do you know about him?” I ask. Maisie shrugs. “Not much, but rumors have it he owns the biggest estate in L.A and runs a big empire.”

After the last incidents that happened in Liam's school and the secret he got from Marcus, she kept her cool and refused to go to work as she prepared to memorize and give an eloquent speech, she has decided to not only appear as the new director of Liam Group of companies but as the director of Ella's Fashion House, the new fashion trends dominating Denver. She stood in her mirror gawking at the latest multi-million dollar designer wear she wore. She was nothing but a goddess. She has become very brave especially when she knew who she was, the real daughter of the billionaire Bruce Harry, the director of Liam's Group of companies, and also the director of the new and for now, the best fashi

“And I don’t even know what I did.” “Uh, because you’re you? Talented, real, actually have a brain… Not some copy-paste brat like her.” Sydney widened her mouth into a dramatic O, then cackled. “Ooh, I cannot wait to see her face when you walk in with your billionaire glow and that ‘I’m not going anywhere’ strut.” She flipped her hair over one shoulder like she’d just dropped the mic. Billionaire glow? Seriously, what even is that? I let out a half-laugh, but it barely pushed past the lump in my chest.

he gestured to the sprawling landscape, "this is what I crave. Peace, quiet, a chance to just be." His words resonated with a truth that reverberated through me. Despite the lavish lifestyle, the social gatherings, and the constant scrutiny, Ethan yearned for normalcy, for a life beyond the gilded cage of his family's expectations. Looking into his eyes, I saw a vulnerability that had been hidden beneath the billionaire facade. A vulnerability that mirrored the feelings blooming within me. The contract might have been a lie, but the connection we shared felt increasingly real with each passing day. As the stars began to twinkle in the night sky, we gravitated closer, the warmth of his body a

we will be shopping for your dresses at the Glamorous unisex stall" "mum!! We can't shop there, that boutique is only for the Rich, their clothes cost a fortune and we can't afford that" I said alarmed, the glamorous unisex stall was a mall for the Rich, because their clothes were hell expensive, only celebrities and models could afford their dresses. " don't worry about the Money my dear, I just got paid today, my salary would be enough to get you two or three dresses, now go changed" she said pushing me out of the room gently

“Darling, you’re five foot five. I’m six foot two. Those heels you always wear have made you forget your actual height.” I had stared at him for a long moment, searching desperately for a comeback. Nothing came, so I stayed silent. He had smirked. I hated that smirk. And now, here I am. In the backseat of a luxury car, drowning in layers of satin and tulle, on my way to the Hartley Grand Hall. My gown was outrageously puffed. I looked like a Disney princess forced into a corporate merger. The makeup was flawless. The jewelry sparkled with quiet arrogance. My mother had outdone herself. That was the problem.

*Popular billionaire’s daughter, Zara Wellington, was spotted back in California with Harry woods, after being away for more than two years.* A picture of them coming out of the restaurant was displayed at the bottom of the caption. The post was made few minutes ago but it had thousands of likes already and hundreds of comments. With shaky fingers, she clicked the comments and the first comment stabbed through her heart like a sharp blade. “Is this really Zara or an imposter? She looks round like a ball.”