Novel & Cerita Billionaire Fashion Designers

Not possible. MADISON POV everywhere I saw him. He was on the billboards on the streets, he was on the television and damn he was even more handsome than he was before. I glanced at Mr Montez, he’s pacing up and down the hallway making phone calls, from a distance I could hear him yelling, "How did we get scammed ?” He lost money last night to a bad investment and now, he refuses to pay for the Birkin bag I’d ordered. He said it was too expensive and we would need the money.

This man, one of the most well-known multi-billionaires was sitting here, munching sweets like it was normal, and offering me a job like it was nothing. Did billionaires behave like this? Weren’t they supposed to be serious, hard to approach, hidden in offices with assistants doing all the talking? Why was this one following me around convenience stores and stealing my food? Billionaires. He was such a contradiction I wasn’t sure if he was real. “These noodles are good!” he exclaimed suddenly, dragging me back to reality. “That is my food!” I snapped, staring at him in betrayal. My noodles. My last comfort of the day. Meanwhile, the plastic wrappers of his sweets were already empty, abandone

I knew his itinerary by heart; aside from the mani-pedis he had a standing appointment every Thursday with one of the top stylists in the city to get his hair done. He bought all his designer suits, well the ones he bought in New York at least from the same high-end menswear design store heavy on the Armani and Gucci. He owns homes in almost every major city here and in Europe or his family does at least and those were only the ones we knew of. It was thought that his net worth was well above a hundred billion and counting; that's way too much money for someone so young to have it just made him a target for all kinds of innuendo and speculation.

He asked her. Lily felt giddy with his question. Who wouldn't want to marry him? He is the youngest rich heir in the country. A lot of girls would kill to get him and she wasn't an exception. "Of course! I can't wait to become Mrs. Simone." She answered with a smile.

, Anjali explained. " Who gave you this new dress? ", Veer asked with suspicion. " Silly, who else will give? It's Alessandro, am I right Anjali? ", Neha asked. " Yes, he gave it to me", Anjali lied. " Tell me the truth who gave it to you, it's a unique piece designed by a famous fashion designer in Italy. It worth nearly ten billion ", Veer asked. " Oh!! Veer you think too much, Alessandro is the brother of one of the richest businesses in the world, ten billion wouldn't make any difference in his wealth ", Neha brushed off his suspicion

I commented, all the while my eyes still glued to my reflection on the mirror. "It's basically out of my love for the art and fashion too." He grinned "You love fashion?" "Totally! I love it!" He chimed. Coming to think of it, I had never for once seen Nathan shabbily dressed. Did Billionaires ever look shabby? Of course! What most people never understood is that money isn't fashion or style. "You know, I've always wanted to have a fashion line. A brand with my name." I opened up. "Same here!!" He exclaimed excitedly. I had never seen his eyes so lit up and interested in any thing, as he was at that moment.

“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

He was none other than the young charismatic entrepreneur and chief designer, Victor Lavigne. Elysium Couture, the multinational luxury fashion house, stood as a towering symbol of elegance and style in the fashion industry. Despite his mere age of 31, Victor commanded the reins of this empire, following in the footsteps of his father, who had built the business from scratch. Under his leadership, Elysium Couture had soared to new heights, establishing itself as the ultimate fashion powerhouse, not just in the country but worldwide. Nina nodded in response, a sense of pride emanating from her. “Yes, Victor,” she confirmed, her voice filled with quiet confidence. “This is one of my creations.

He popped his pacifier into his mouth, sucking on it as he drifted off to sleep. … Meanwhile, at the building, a luxury haute couture fashion brand that opened six months ago. Rumor had it the mysterious owner behind the scenes was the internationally acclaimed designer L. In just two years, L had become a rising star in the fashion world. A few months ago, she returned to China and opened this high-end studio here. The entire floor belonged to the building. Every piece of haute couture was uniquely designed, attracting wealthy socialites like moths to a flame. Even top-tier celebrities came here to have their garments custom made.

But I wasn't there for the cause. My dress was everything. I had it designed and personally made by Laurent DesChamps, one of the most brilliant and exclusive designers alive. His f*e, a mere eighty thousand dollars, which I paid for without blinking. The final fitting was today, and my penthouse was chaotic. Five makeup artists, three hairstylists, and a bunch of assistants crowded my space. I was annoyed with all the people touching me, but it paid off.