Novel & Cerita Beauty And The Billionaire Lauren Landish

He looked so different like this—relaxed, almost boyish. “Perfect,” he said as she handed him a glass and curled up beside him. They sipped in comfortable silence, the tension between them shifting into something softer, something more intimate. “So,” Elena said, setting her glass down on the coffee table. “What do you do when you’re not running the world?” Damien raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. “You mean, when I’m not busy being a ruthless billionaire?” “Exactly,” she said, grinning.

I shot back, "We'll see who ends up begging." I turned, my gaze landing on the VIP table. A man sat there in a tailored suit, lazily swirling a glass of red wine. Gabriel York was Lumeria's wealthiest man and the company's biggest investor. Lifting the hem of my dress, I walked toward him under everyone's watchful eyes. He looked up, studying me with clear interest. "Mr. York." I took a deep breath and said loudly, "The banquet's already paid for. Since the groom is trash, would you like to replace him? I've got 100 billion in assets, and I can promise you a lifetime of absolute devotion."

Taylor, of course, interpreted her actions as genuine love, assuming she had chosen him over her own father. Confident that she had Taylor wrapped around her finger, Bella didn't fret over matters of love. She was willing to manipulate the situation to her advantage, believing that Taylor would never leave her for another woman. Her beauty had captivated him from the first moment he laid eyes on her, and Bella dwelled in the power it granted her. At twenty-two years old, Bella possessed a stunning appearance that would make any high school girl envious. Her tall, slender figure and flawlessly beautiful face had drawn Taylor's attention and affection. She took pride in her appearance, recogni

And only now did I notice that 'Fire Breather' by Laurel was playing the whole time, remembering that Malia suggested the song because it'll piss off both mine and Alana's father and honestly, who were we to say no to Malia plus she saw that the song is romantic. Finally, I looked into the eyes of the woman who stole my heart. The woman who made herself home in it without asking for permission not that she ever needed it. The dress she had was perfect, suited her personality, her eyes, her hair. She left her silver hair on her shoulders, only a few strands of it were up to make it look like she at least did something to it but either way, she would’ve looked beautiful. My heart felt like it

He explained, nodding his head at said girlfriend. Candice's wide eyed gaze swung to Trinity, almost as if just now noticing her. Meeting her scrutinizing gaze head on, Trinity smiled at her. "Hello there." "H-hello." Candice stuttered out a response, too shocked at the fact that the renowned billionaire standing in front of her had just told her that he actually had a girlfriend. When Candice kept staring at the couple as if frozen in place, Dimitri cleared his throat, bringing her out of whatever trance she was in. "Can you show us a few gowns and dresses for her?" He asked, nodding his head at Trinity.

After ticking out everything that could actually be wrong with the city's billionaire, I had to admit he was far off better than what I had initially thought about him. In a way I knew what life would be for me being the wife of a billionaire, maids around willing to do everything at my back and call, the regular paparazzi and so many other events I could picture myself having. It felt like the perfect dream as luxury was on every girl's dream list. "What are you thinking about?" Mother asked liked she didn't already know it was all about the Trevor's I was a deep thinker and little things mattered and worth thinking of. "You know." I could only bring myself to say two words out of the thou

“I’m out of here. I will not fucking let him insult me.” “It’s not an insult, love, a fact. I’m a billionaire with a net worth higher than yours. You’re meant to wait.” I spread my arms across the table, grinning. “One. I am not-love. My name is Layla. They thought you word in grade school, right? Second, we are both billionaires and Forbes just released this year’s copy. My net worth is thousands higher than yours now." That threw me off to her pleasure. “What!?”

He is so charming and caring yet I could have thought a lot worse than a spoiled filthy rich billionare. I know Liam built this company on his own so he probably went through a lot of troubles to get where he is. I have much more respect for him not only because he helped me when I was struggling that night but also because he is such a hard-working and talented individual. I wish there was a way I could pay back the favour and kindness he has showed me. But he has everything. What could he possibly want from me? That's what is confusing me most about all of this. I don't understand why he wants me around him. He could be with any other beautiful girl other than me.

"Yes." The billionaire sighed for some reason before picking up his coat and leaving. Danielle finally let out a breath of relief and collapsed into a chair. Even though she had spent quite a bit of time with Lionel already, her arms and legs still went weak whenever she faced him. It felt like a teacher inspecting a student. "I think the billionaire is right. You're incredibly beautiful, Miss Danielle, but you rarely smile. Your face lacks liveliness... I think you should change that." "I... lack liveliness?"

The next day, Lauren had been sitting at her vanity since noon, getting ready. Just picking out clothes had taken her over an hour. "These outfits are too cheap. They don't look luxurious enough." Lauren sighed. Scarlett said, "Ms. Thayer, you're beautiful. The clothes are just to complement you." "Have the things I ordered arrived yet?" Carter had given her ten million dollars, and she had spent only a fraction picking out a scarf for Elena. The rest had mostly gone into shopping for herself.