Beauty And The Billionaire Lauren Novels & Stories

The elegance Lauren showed was something that amazed her, and she immediately knew this was someone she couldn't afford to make angry. Lauren smiled at the young lady, “What's your name?” She asked, her voice calm and soothing which made the tensed young lady calm down immediately. “Bella.” Lauren nodded, then became serious, “Sorry, Miss Bella. We came here for something and saw this scene. Can you please tell us what is going on here?” Lauren asked. At the mention of the Fashion company, the lady who had been awkward suddenly became excited. Her face flushed red with anger, and her hands clenched tightly, her eyes turned moist with hatred and pain and that made Lauren’s heart skip a beat.

"Check your phone before you open your mouth." Her phone buzzed, and a man's voice roared through, loud enough for everyone to hear. "Lauren, you liar! You said you were an heiress and promised me a permanent job if I helped you control that woman. Now my mentor has kicked me out. What the hell is going on?" Lauren's bravado collapsed. She crumpled to the ground, screaming, "No! My dad is the richest man! I'm an heiress!" She paused, glaring at me with a manic grin. She pointed at Steven and growled, "Your last name is Miller, and hers is Sargent. How is she your daughter?"

“And yet, here you are. Eating his food and sleeping in his bed. You take whatever scraps a powerful man tosses your way, don't you? You smile, look pretty, and hope he keeps you around long enough to buy you a better life.” She lowered her voice to a deadly hiss. “But let me be very clear, you little slut. My son is marrying Madison Baker. That marriage comes with a fifty-billion-dollar merger that defines the future of the Moore name. And you?” She looked Lauren up and down one last time. “You come with nothing. You are absolutely worthless.” Lauren felt as if the room was tilted and the floor swayed beneath her feet; she felt extremely dizzy and had to clutch the back of the chair to keep

I said, raking my hand through my hair. “Joshua is already asleep. Do not feign indifference towards me, Michael. I know you are pining for Esther. Have you forgotten we have a child? Have you forgotten the picture of her cheating on you? Are you insane,” she bombarded me with so many questions as tears streamed down her face. I let out a heavy sigh as my heart tightened in pain. Why can't Maya see what I saw today for Christ's sake? I thought Esther's life was already messed up. I thought their company was bankrupt and they needed money. It didn't feel real, Esther, my ex, married to a billionaire.

But something pulled me toward that door. I knocked once and pushed it open without waiting for a response. Patrick looked up from his computer, surprise flashing across his face before settling into that smug smile I once found charming. "Lauren," he said, leaning back in his chair. "I wasn't expecting you back until after New Year's. Did your billionaire boyfriend tire of you already?" The barb stung, but I kept my face neutral. "Trillionaire, actually. And no, we had to return for business reasons."

Laura, who hadn't gone shopping in a while, prepared to go and was recognized by one of the salesgirls at the boutique. "Omg, this is the wife of the famous billionaire Daniel Edward," she exclaimed. The second salesgirl replied, "Really? She's very pretty, I love her sexy figure too." They both chuckled, and one of the salesgirls walked up to her. "Welcome ma'am, we are glad to have you," she said with a smile. Laura got what she wanted and looked stunning in an attractive beautiful gown. As the birthday party was about to commence, all was in place with expensive drinks, lavish dishes, and hot hits from the DJ.

She’s my Beauty, and I’m her billionaire. . C.M. LOUDEN

Just as I was about to get up, a pair of green high heels suddenly appeared before me. "The effects of the drug wore off so quickly. This is good. Before you die, you'll get to see my great masterpiece!" It was Lauren. I raised my gaze slightly and asked coldly, "Do you really want to skin me alive? You’re so-called philanthropist and a tycoon. With so many drugs at home, is there a corpse lying on that platform too?" "It looks like you’ve skinned the previous 10 girls, right?" I sneered. Lauren was momentarily taken aback. She hadn't expected me to turn the tables so quickly. After all, in her eyes, I was still that girl who would kneel and beg her for mercy.

Her tone is nonchalant, but her posture is full of murderous intent. “You would frame and kill over an arranged marriage?” I ask, stunned. Bella pauses and gives a bitter scoff before glaring right at me. “How the hell are you such a successful billionaire when you’re this dense?!” she screams in disbelief. The dusty air hurts my chest as I frantically try to think of some way out of here. “The marriage was never my ridiculous sister’s final wish, but it sure was easy to forge her signature! Just like how it was far too simple to convince my scatterbrained niece of your involvement,” Bella confesses, her expression triumphant.

As she stepped out of Diane's car, she looked up at the majestic building and took in a breath to calm her nerves. “You have a beautiful face, you will get the gig,” she repeated quietly to herself as she walked in. Lauren Pierce was one of the most popular and wealthiest couturiers and make up artists in the state. Elegant as ever, she was dressed in a brocade dress and was seated in the middle of the hall while everyone else present sat on the chairs arranged in circles. It was said that anyone who got a chance to model for her instantly became a big hit, and that was what made her so sought-for and unfortunately, haughty. Her pride was her only flaw, yet aspiring models still flocked arou