Beauty And The Billionaire Lauren Landish Novels & Stories

Her nails were gold tipped, her braids were freshly done, and she smelled like mango body butter and judgment. “I was halfway into my skincare routine. That serum cost more than my GPA.” “And I was halfway into a dream where I married a man with two passports,” chimed in Liana, flopping onto the bed beside me like a Disney villain in pajamas. Her silk bonnet was still on. Her sarcasm never slept. “Wake me up for the apocalypse or a Jace Carter kiss. No in betweens.” “She did kiss him,” Sophia said smugly, already perched at the foot of the bed like this was a royal court meeting and she was the queen of chaos.

Usually they wouls just drool over me, but today they were getting shy? I went inside the office and started doing my work. After a while my door opened and Lexi walked it wearing a tight red dress which ended just below her ass. Gosh how did I make her my girlfriend, then fiancée, oh right first because of her dad then because of my mom, I wanted her to be just my fuck buddy because that's what she's capable of. "Hey baby" she purred.Then looking at me she gasped. "Oh my god Ethan babe, how do you have such a freaking dark hickey????I never gave you one. Babyy you are cheating on me! I'm gonna tell my dad and your mom and everyone." she said dramatically.

but the winner was, of course, the billionaire beauty. The smirk on her face was the proof, she was happy, more of it she was proud. "So.. you failed again? Future Mrs Francois De Ville?" Billina sneered while Leah scoffed and replied, "There's something about you. You're different." "First of all I'll ruin your whole life, I'm Satan." replied the billionaire beauty. "You don't think you've won the game, do you?" Leah asked, crossing both of her hands around her chest. Just then the baby cooed and Billina replied, "You might get your answer by now."

And with a sudden hot expression, I took over. “This time, I’m gonna make sure that I will make us pregnant,” I groaned, biting the side of her ear and making my way inside her. She moaned with a smile and met each stroke. “You are my dream, Drew. Remember that.” She moans in sweet agony, arching for more towards me. “Beauty... darling.” As where our body joins is beautiful. Everything was excellent until I felt her coming. I thrust one more deeper inside her, making sure that a life will be made tonight. . . I love her. She’s my Beauty, and I’m her billionaire. . C.M. LOUDEN

“Ahhh. That explains the look on your face. Spill. Now.” I narrated everything to her, spilling my guts about what happened today. “WOW!” She exclaims, leaning back in her seat, taking a sip of her wine. “He’s interested in you.” “Then, he has a funny way of showing it.” “I live to see this hate unfold into something else,” she said, a mischievous light sparking in her eyes. Typical Anastasia. “Whatever.” I taunted her. “This guy is a billionaire, Demetria — not just running hotels and casinos here in L.A., but across states, across countries. He practically owns the playgrounds of the rich.”

Claire had stopped listening to Sharpay halfway, and was calculating in her mind instead. Brittany and Alex, both the mother and the son, were the bosses of Lush Cosmetics behind the scene. How much money could they earn from it? Just from a rough estimation, even if they could only get half of the money, it would be a few hundred million dollars! ‘Then… Was getting Dorothy to divorce that trash a mistake?’ ‘He said that he could make Dorothy to become the richest woman in California, could it be true?’

Vivienne Laurent had learned long ago how to disappear in plain sight. She stood at the far end of the ballroom, beneath a crystal chandelier that glittered like a frozen constellation, holding a champagne flute she had no intention of drinking. The glass tower of Laurent International loomed beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows, its mirrored surface reflecting the city lights below. From a distance, she looked like exactly what she was supposed to be: a poised billionaire heiress, draped in silk, her dark hair swept into an elegant twist.

Mizu asked carefully. I failed to surpass a sarcastic laugh. Even remembering her face makes me sick. The familiar smiling face of the woman linking arms with, then, my boyfriend. “Who wouldn’t know who that girl was?” I asked in a form of a question. “Melissa Lucas. The prettiest and smartest girl of the College of Architecture and Fine Arts.” “And Harris was the smartest dude of the College of Engineering and Technology. Wow, perfect match,” he sarcastically continued followed by a laugh.

I placed my hands on my waist and paced around the office. “What's that?” Carina asked, pointing at the laptop screen. “I don't know,” Martin said as I walked towards them. He clicked on the document and it opened “My God,” Carina gasped, “these are world class Billionaire's and even some state Senators,” she said in disbelief. “Don't they have women as daughters?” She asked. “I doubt that,” I said, shaking my head. Martin kept scrolling until a familiar face popped up. “That's not a surprise,” I said, looking at Charles' picture.

I sat at my vanity the following morning, gazing at the reflection that no longer felt like me. As my mother adjusted my dress, a pastel blue piece that Shone elegance, her gentle sweet hums could be heard in the background. "The Presley heir's fiancée couldn't afford to look less than flawless. With gentle hands on my shoulders, my mother whispered, "Smile, Isabella." "Today is a big day."