Billionaire Fashion Designers Novels & Stories

I just knew she was joking. "Do you know someone can be a millionaire in just a month?" Without waiting for me to answer her, she went on, "As I was saying, always dress sexy if you're going to the club house...flaunt those curves, baby." "I will, ma'am." I didn't want to push our talk further, so I gave her a quick peck on her cheek before leaving. I would be a little busy today...making fifteen different designs for the fifteen old ladies at Frost Vipers and also three blouse designs for Eliana. I hope I finish up with everything before today ends.

"Yes. My grants only cover a third of my expenses, and getting a job is my next step. I don't mind getting a job, but most firms would require me to work full-time. I could work somewhere non-accounting, that's part time, but I wouldn’t make nearly enough money to live off of." Kent was nothing like she expected for a billionaire. Her mother might be aware of her new fiancé's wealth, but Bethany doubted it. She’d done her research, though, and knew that McKenzie and Bryant Accounting LLC was a cash cow. If Kent wasn't worth at least thirty billion dollars, Bethany would be surprised. Still, he was far too down to earth, far from what she expected a billionaire to act like. They were supposed

He asked, curious to know more about his new companion. " Well I..." David thought about it. " I don't really do anything." He chuckled as he worked. " I'm a stay at home billionaire. My parents were rich. They left a lot of money for me. So I'm eating it. Plus my husband doesn't really mind me not working."

“I’ll admit that having access to a billionaire’s pocketbook does make it easier to afford some of the more unique pieces, but today, part of getting these clothes for you is getting the brand recognition. We want people to associate you with the wealth of that designer. So, in this instance, the money is actually part of the design.” “Sounds like I’m being encouraged to get the expensive thing then, I guess. That’s a first for me!” I laughed and smoothed the fabric across my hips. It hung nicely across my hips, but was baggy where it was obviously meant to fit someone with a much bigger bust. “You obviously know a lot about all this. How did you end up a personal assistant? Is fashion a pre

I stated to myself. Fashion designer. The title was laughable. Since all of this went down, I hadn't been able to work but one day and that was the day Liam showed me the design room he made for me. Now the only clothes I make are for myself. I may be getting married to a millionaire, but I loved working and I was beginning to miss it. "I believe the correct term is billionaire," Liam whispered as he came up behind me to wrap me in his arms. "I still can't believe that I had no idea. I should have considering the size of this house and the property alone, but I didn't."

An expensive and real pain in the butt, literally. They were whiny and noisy. Headache along with many other aches! She wondered if the old woman would die of a heart-attack when she heard that she hadn't given her grandson liberty more than smooching. "Let's look at the dresses." The room was a designer's heaven with all the frilly and lace garments, and all the overly expensive equipment for any kind of settling they need to do so, it can be done on the spot. There were twelve different world-famous designers who exceeded all traditional boundaries in their industry.

Their collections often feature collaborations with famous designers and artists such as Kenzo Takada, Jean Paul Gaultier, Missoni Home, Hans Hopfer, Marcel Wanders, Maurizio Galante, Tal Lancman, Sacha Lakic, and Cédric Ragot. How rich is Mason Brown? A quick G****e search revealed his net worth to be approximately 5.7 billion dollars. Judging by the fact that the cheapest car I saw in his parking lot was the latest Mercedes-Benz, the Mercedes-AMG One, priced around $2.7 million, and the most expensive was the Bugatti La Voiture Noire, valued at approximately $18.7 million, it was clear that Mason was wealthier than anyone had imagined. “Mason!” Someone called out.

However, my eyes shot open and I froze on the spot as I crooked my neck to look up at his familiar face. Oliver Hall?! The famous billionaire model and designer who owns the biggest fashion house in LA.

Agreed that Chloe deserved the nickname Medusa, because all she did was throw temper tantrums. The tapping sound of loafers echoed throughout the room. A Richard Smith had arrived with more than four bodyguards and several directors at his side. The wealthy man's bodyguards wore all black, while the directors were more varied, some wearing gray, white, and black suits but with different styles from the bodyguards. Richard Smith wore a gray custom suit whose price is unimaginable for someone who has to pay in installments for three years to buy a house. The loafers he wore were black with gray accents to match his outfit. The shop crew lined up on the right and left, welcoming the group of ri

I say and Liam hangs up. The next day I get up early to go shopping. I have to go gift shopping for my billionaire boss-friend. What could I get him that he doesn't already have? Literally after hours, I decided to get him a nice navy blue dress shirt and a cologne. Hopefully, the shirt will fit. Liam texted me that I have to reach Karter's house by 4:30 at most as Karter will be arriving at 5. So as soon as I get back from my shopping spree, I jump in the shower.