Beauty And The Billionaire Lauren นิยาย & เรื่องราว

LAURENT GROUP CELEBRATES FOURTH CONSECUTIVE YEAR OF GLOBAL EXPANSION. Below the headline sat a photograph of Adrian Laurent and beside him was Celeste Laurent, not Whitmore anymore. I smiled faintly as my gaze lingered on the picture a few seconds longer than I intended. Adrian looked a bit different now, even his smile looked controlled, like something practiced for cameras instead of felt naturally. Celeste stood beside him in the picture in a silver shiny gown, elegant and polished exactly like thr society expected. I heard people around the elite circle now call them: The perfect billionaire couple.

“You have done enough for me today. You didn’t have to stay up to wait for me as well.” “I like these moments.” I said, hugging my legs slowly as I turned to face him completely. “What moments?” “When the house finally stops pretending to be a corporation. You know, when it turns into something that can actually slip into the idea of a home.” That actually made him laugh. “Fair.” “So,” I said lightly. “What does a billionaire do at a club if he can’t see the chaos?” “Listen to it.” He muttered, making me smile. “And?”

The headline sat beneath the image in bold, accusatory type: Billionaire Enigma Exposed: Is Jace Carter a Secret Father—and Has the Truth About His Marriage Been a Lie All Along? My breath left me in a slow, silent rush. I scrolled down reading. The words blurred for a moment before sharpening into cruel clarity. Jace Carter, the elusive CEO of Carter Holdings and a dominant force across global markets, has long been known as one of the most eligible bachelors in the world. Publicly single for years, Carter once sparked rumors of a romantic relationship with close associate Caitlin Moore—claims he firmly denied, insisting he was unattached to anyone at that point.

“You just made me drop a ten-thousand-dollar phone!” “Well, maybe don’t take calls in the middle of a public walkway!” He took a step closer, his gaze cutting straight through me. “Do you know who I am?” Oh, I did. Too late, I realized the familiar jawline, the expensive scent, the effortless authority in his posture. Ethan. Freaking. Blackwood. New York’s youngest tech billionaire. Owner of Blackwood Tech. Ruthless. Rich. Off-limits. Oh my God. What was I thinking?

she stretched out her hand. “Yes, I'm Lawrence.” He grabbed her hand softly. “And this buddy here is Kieran, my….” Your assistant.” I cut him off. Lawrence narrows his eyes but remains quiet. “Yes, he is my assistant, hope you slept well.” “Yes…” she chuckled, “plus I already know his name from his passport,” she said sweetly, her torn clothes wrapped around her body, though they covered the important part of her body. Levrae Vause, that name rang a bell in my ears. Vause happens to be the top billionaire in the city. Rumor has it that he has no family at all. That he lived all his life building empires without a family.

worse meaning too beautiful to be real. White marble floors, curved staircase, gold fixtures. Everything was soft and quiet and expensive, there were large paintings she couldn’t understand, plants that looked fake but probably weren’t, and not a speck of dust in sight. She followed Lena up the stairs, passing what looked like a full library, an indoor bar, a hallway of glass doors leading to the rooftop. “Your room is here,” Lena said, opening a door just across from another one. “That’s his.” Of course it was.

Her sly grin revealed a row of pearly white teeth, making her appear even more terrifying. “By tomorrow morning, ten million dollars will be mine,” she murmured smugly. “And you, Cordelia, will disappear from this life.” Brittany laughed again, louder and more chilling than before. Nothing could stop her now. She had reached the peak of her wicked scheme, and no one could deny her the victory she had long desired. Cordelia had fallen right into her trap! ***

Deciding to change into something lighter and cute before joining Bruno back in the kitchen, she headed to her room. Opening the door, she found her mom there. "Hey, Mom, I wasn't expecting you to be here," she said, slightly startled. "You didn't tell us your boyfriend is a billionaire? A Rolls Royce?! Oh my goodness, Beauty, I believe this is a dream." Beauty tried to suppress a grin. "I thought so too, Mom. He is Bruno Hathaway... and I'm his girlfriend. I still can't believe it." "Oh, sweetie," her mother's voice softened. She stood and pulled Beauty toward her, making her sit beside her on the bed.

“Why will you say that?” The first huffed, “Are you still asking? Mehn! That girl is beautiful. I admit that she is more beautiful than I am. I wonder about the beauty routine she does and the products she uses. Damn!” The second hummed, agreeing. “And Madam Lydia would get more money, views and exposure. Especially since Aliyah had a powerful force behind her… Romero.” The billionaire's name was called with reverence and respect even in his absence. Valerie balled her fists, her brows drew together… How dare her aunty consider Aliyah?!

"Now please let the kind misses do their thing. Or I'll cancel my shopping." "You can't do that!" Susie gasped. "The ball is in two days, you ninny!" "Oh, the ball." The hairdresser doing Laura's hair sighed, her eyes shiny.."Everyone's been talking about it." "I mean Xavier Lowell is already pretty damn rich," My hair stylist joined in, giving me a pointed glare that I could see clearly in the mirror. "But taking over the entire company from his father? He'll be super duper swimming in cash."