Beauty And The Billionaire Lauren 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?

Alexander I leaned back in my office chair, arms crossed, my gaze fixed on Lauren. She stood in the center of the room, her posture rigid, her defiance radiating off her in waves. Her eyes, sharp and unyielding, seemed determined to cut through what little composure I had left. Even now, with her fury aimed squarely at me, she was breathtaking. That was Lauren—beautiful even when she looked like she wanted to kill me. I barely had time to process the whirlwind she had unleashed. My children. Our children. The betrayal of a partner I’d trusted for years. All of it, just to get my wife back, them back. And now this…

BILLIONAIRE SPOTTED GETTING COZY WITH SOCIALITE VIVIENNE LAURENT WEEKS AFTER MIRACULOUS RETURN. Alessia stared at the image, something cold settling low in her stomach. "Who is she?" Her voice came out flatter than she intended. "Vivienne Laurent. Luxury real estate heiress, socialite, moves in the same circles as half the billionaires in this city." Sienna's voice was careful, watching Alessia's face closely. "They've apparently been photographed together before, years ago, back before you two married. Old rumors, nothing that ever went anywhere as far as I can tell."

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

I shaded the edges and added a small sapphire at the center. When I finished, I felt an ache in my chest. That was me — broken once, but still found a ray of light that represents hope and that's what keeps me going. Professor Elara walked by, glancing at everyone’s sketches. When she reached mine, she paused. “Interesting,” she said softly. “Pain transformed into beauty. That’s a powerful start, Miss…?” “Layla,” I said quietly. She smiled gently. “Keep that honesty in your designs. It will take you far.”

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.

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.

A laugh that sounded strange, almost like someone losing his sanity. “Hah…” Billy covered his face with both hands. “Look at you, Billy.” The laughter turned into sobs. Tears fell one by one, soaking his palms. “What am I?” his voice shook. “A great CEO who can’t forget one woman?” He lifted his face. His eyes were wet, red, empty. “An ugly woman,” he whispered. “A fat woman who never even had confidence.” Billy laughed again, this time more painfully. “But why only her?”

, I muttered, squirming excitedly. I called Laurene, "Hey, what's up" "Can you believe what I found out about Larry", "What did you figure out? Oh, he was lying about him having a child right". "No, he is Gerald Larry Kensington, one of the top richest billionaires". Lauren gasped, "Omg, Tiffany, you have hit the jackpot. I can see why he wasn't bothered giving you that amount. I am happy for you and please be careful". "I will, thanks". I cut the call. I went to my room to fold my clothes since I would be living with Larry.

We immediately said yes. Lauren moved in this evening, unpacked her stuff and a few minutes ago, came in to say goodnight. My wife, Cindy, and I were sitting on the couch watching TV, when Lauren walked in wearing only a spaghetti-strap, v-neck pajama top and bikini panties. Lauren, who just turned 21, has long blonde hair and the most beautiful, clear, blue eyes I have ever seen. They are like pools of liquid that you could get lost in if you're not careful. I imagine a lot of the guys in her classes would love to get lost in her eyes or any other part of her killer body. "I really want to thank you both for letting me stay here." She said, standing next to the couch. Her pert nipples are p