Billionaire Fashion Designers Novels & Stories

caught her attention. She found out that there were a lot of designers who were being listed on this website. Each designer's resume and designs would be displayed here so that the clients could find themselves a suitable designer easily. Now that the living standards had improved, there were more and more rich people. The next thing everyone would spend after good quality food would be how they dressed themselves. Many celebrities and rich people had private designers, so that they had different clothes for every occasion. They wouldn't have to worry about clashing outfits with these specially designed pieces.

"Because I didn’t tell her that I was coming yesterday. Even she beat me, Hasan ح؞ؖ...." Hearing this, I broke into laughing ؂... "Hey, don't laugh at me. Don’t you feel sad for me…ء??” "Jubayer, to the world, you are an arrogant and heartless billionaire but in front of my sister, you are still a fearing man. I wonder what if people come to know that the famous billionaire, Mr. Jubayer Ahmed fears of his wife…!! What will happen then, my brother in law ؜???”

The fashion industry was abuzz with rumors about the exclusive design being tailored just for me although, this was an in-house discussion among the fashion industries once it was heard that Billion Dollars V was working on a secret wedding dress. Billion Dollars V, famous for its extravagant creations, had been given the prestigious responsibility to create this one-of-a-kind masterpiece. Upon entering the opulent doors of Billion Dollars V, Aiden and I were immediately greeted by a team of attentive staff members. Every detail of our arrival had been meticulously planned, showcasing the meticulous care, high standards, and professionalism synonymous with the brand.

But whispers still broke like sparks along the entrance as Valerie stepped out. Black velvet gown. Structured shoulders sharp enough to wound ego. Diamonds dripping down her spine like captured constellations. A face sculpted for magazine covers and boardroom victories. Valerie didn’t walk. She arrived. Two years ago she’d left the U.S. after annihilating every major fashion house in Paris, Milan, Tokyo, and Seoul. Two years of expansion, domination, and evolution. And now, finally, she was the youngest fashion billionaire in global history. Tonight wasn’t a return. It was a coronation.

He bounced up and down with excitement. I was shocked; I had heard of that brand. It is one of the most popular couture houses in New York, with many branches in and out of the country. They create different styles of dresses for both men and women, and they even design clothing for celebrities, Bollywood actors, hip-hop musicians, politicians, and high-profile individuals. I snapped my fingers, showing that I recognized the brand. Kelvin smiled, pleased to see that I was familiar with it. "Alright, let’s move on. The only thing I want to say is that we should continue building our careers together. A win for me is a win for all," I declared confidently.

"Brought my grandson home? Cute. But Alex isn't yours alone. I have custody papers faked, but ironclad. Sign the empire back, or lose him." Ethan's blood boiled, but he kept cool. "Fuck you. Try it." He hung up, and with Noah's nod, they geared up lawyers on speed dial, feds alerted. Yet, Richard struck fast: Paparazzi swarmed the building, headlines screaming *Billionaire's Secret Love Child! Gay Fiancé Steals Family?*

I ask. I raise an eyebrow. Isn't it cheesy? It's like every time someone has a break up, let's go get a freakin makeover y'all! I roll my eyes. She is not going to put me in heels. I refuse. "Yes. They do sucks." She states. I pout and slap her arm. "That's offensive." "Well, I'm meant to be truthful right?" She says. I narrow my eyes at her. Criza smiles at me, innocently. "Well you are working for an ultra hot billionaire, so I would think you would at least try Gale."

She thought about these things as she paced around the room, one hand on her waist, the other supporting her phone on her ear. "Karen, nothing is too soon when you're influential." Kylie dismissed, "take a break from work or something, I'll get a driver to come pick you up. You can take Faith, I'm sure she'll manage to help you feel better." "Why? I can drive myself wherever I want to, plus, I'm not taking a break from my profession just to suit your cravings." She made her point known to her oblivious mother. "Jenna Moon is one of New York's most trusted designers, especially when it comes to wedding dresses. I know she has wonderful ready made dresses that will suit you fine, we just have

Dresses, blouses, heels, lingerie in delicate lace and silk. My fingers skim over the fabric, my jaw tightening. How many women has he brought here? How many has he dressed up, played with, thrown away? The anger bubbles up before I can stop it. I shouldn't care. This isn't new. Damon has always been this way. The type to collect things—expensive cars, rare cigars, beautiful women.

2 million dollars. Yes, 1.2 million. “This man is crazy,” I mumbled because the absurdity of his sending a necklace this expensive to my office was almost comical. Although if I think about it, a million isn’t much for him. Ben, my other coworker, whistled. “I didn’t know dating a billionaire had those perks. Does that mean you will abandon us soon?” I frowned immediately. What the hell is their problem? I’ve never been rude to him or Sarah, so I don’t understand why they try to make those passive-aggressive comments.