Beauty And The Billionaire Lauren Landish Mga Nobela at Kwento

Leah countered. “Leah” Bianca began... “The fact that he saved us and brought us into his personal home shows he’s really special and the fact that he owns this edifice shows he’s wealthy... so pick your goddamn phone and check him out” Bianca said. Leah rolled her eyes and twitched her nose in a sheepish style as she brought out her device, turning it on and allowing the device to load. NEXT CHAPTER Leah rolled her eyes and twitched her nose in a sheepish style as she brought out her device, turning it on and allowing the device to load as she turned her modem on while clicking on the search bar of her web browser.

Oh, damn! Why is she here again? Oh my gosh, she looks so sexy! I swear, she was dressed appropriately at the office earlier! If I recall correctly, she was wearing a black blazer with long pants. But now? Wow! A black dress barely covering her thighs with an open back. Not to mention that incredibly low neckline. Her chest... looks so perfectly shaped! I look around, and she's alone. It's been a year since she started working with Krystal, focusing solely on the finance department, but I never suspected they could be so wicked. You can't catch someone like Anya so easily.

They could not ask for a better fiancee for him than Silvia. Silvia was a very beautiful and hardworking woman. She was 27. Her father happens to be a very rich businessman so she worked in her dad's company. The thing about Silvia was that Silvia was a very flashy person. She spends money on things that were way too expensive and she was a non-friendly person which was why Luciana, Lawrence's younger sister, despised her. "So should I be expecting to be an uncle very soon," Ethan asked with a grin. He loved frustrating Lawrence.

In her place stood Aria Laurent—art consultant, European educated, mysterious enough to be intriguing but respectable enough to be trusted. "Of course not," Sophia said, clearly not believing her. "No one's interested in a billionaire under forty who looks like he walked off a magazine cover." *A billionaire whose family destroys lives without consequence*, Isabella thought. *Whose father drove mine to suicide and never lost a night's sleep over it.* "I heard he's looking for a wife," Isabella said casually, swirling her champagne. This was the opening she'd been engineering for months. "Something about his grandfather's will?"

she rolled her eyes and stood up “Very grateful you are dear” “It wasn’t that hard” Joan stood too to get into her dress and look at herself in the floor-to-ceiling mirror. “I love my look” “You’re gorgeous, why wouldn’t you” Camila bumped her shoulder then turned her around so that she was facing her “Go blind them with your shine” she winked then started to push Joan out of her apartment. Joan grabbed her phone and purse then let Camila drag her to the front door. “As much as I would like you around, the second season of Laundry Heist wouldn’t watch itself, so off you go”

“Mrs. Lancaster, it’s an honor. We’ve prepared several options for the gala.” Her tone was kind, but I caught the curiosity behind her eyes — the same curiosity everyone had. The mysterious woman who’d somehow married New York’s most untouchable billionaire. “Thank you,” I managed, though my voice came out smaller than I wanted. Damien, of course, was unfazed. He gave a curt nod, then took a seat on a velvet chaise near the fitting mirrors, scrolling through his phone again as if this entire production was a routine meeting. I envied his calm.

“And I’m still wrapping my head around the fact that you’re a billionaire.” Sax suddenly laughed. “Striker and Cenric are billionaires. Of course, Linden is a secret billionaire. Don’t tell him I told you. I saw his tax form.” “Really?” Kye reacted. “You sneaky son of a—” I saw the pride in Skyla’s eyes and something else that sent my stomach knotting. Then, I watched how they interacted with each other. There was definitely a spark, but none of them figured it out yet. Or I was twisting it in my brain.

she smirked, an evil glint in her eyes. “But fuck! It wasn’t supposed to happen this way. I already arranged a deal with some horny older man but you got lucky by sleeping with that hot billionaire. You bitch! I bet you don’t remember him, good, cause I’m not helping you find him. Go raise your baby alone” she smirked. “H-how could you?” I stuttered. My tears were uncontrollable and I was glad not much where paying attention to my ongoing drama. “Fuck. You. Bitch” Cara sneered. She picked up her purse and exited the cafe.

Ava's POV Ten billion dollars stared right back at me, I blinked once, then gently rubbed my eyes. I checked the name, then the amount, as if it might change. “Is this…?” My words trailed off as Anna cut in “That’s not all, eighty percent shares and other assets including the estate are yours now.” She added “I'm rich.. no,” I let out a breathless laugh “I'm disgustingly rich” Anna and Butler Brooks' lips parted softly, eyes crinkling at the corners making the room feel warmer.

“I know. You’re right.” “That’s the spirit! Now, come on. Get ready for your big day as a billionaire’s maid.” I groaned again, dragging myself off the bed. Walking over to the vanity mirror, I took a moment to examine my face. Despite the exhaustion, my brown eyes still held a cheerful gleam. My long, wavy brown hair cascaded down to my waist like silk. I never had the heart to cut it—it was the one thing I loved about myself. “You’re so beautiful,” Sara said, her tone playful. “If I were a man, I’d date you in a heartbeat.”