روايات وقصص ضمن Billionaire Fashion Designers

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.

He wasn’t even listed as a board member. And yet—he was here . Representing it. Handling negotiations. Acting like he had every right to sit across from me and disrupt my entire schedule. How he even knew about the presence of that company in Paris was something I still couldn’t wrap my head around. The man behind it was an old, deeply rooted businessman—someone with decades of influence in the fashion and luxury manufacturing industry. A powerful designer house known for fabric innovation, diamond embellishments, and rare materials. A man who trusted very few people .

Everything related to fashion, he was the best person to speak to. I zoned out as Oli continued to stream off the new and legendary designers that would be showcased, including Balmain, Dior and Paco Rabanne. His excitement knew no bounds as he listed off his new favourites and who would be featured on the next front page of his family’s magazine. “So are you coming?” He asked joyfully. “To Paris?” I frowned. “No, St Tropez! Haven’t you been listening?” “Hmm…” I refused to answer fully, he could probably tell my mind was elsewhere judging from the lightness of his voice.

He merely nodded in greeting. The fashion show that was about to start would consist of a display of high-end fashion designs. The outfits showcased on stage were worth millions of dollars. They were designed exclusively for the rich and powerful. Jean sat quietly in her seat and whispered to Cassie, "The show is about to start. You should go back to your seat." Cassie nodded and did just that. Jean's gaze was fixed on the runway the entire time. Almost every comic artist once dreamed of being a fashion designer, after all.

IZZY. I entered the lavish event room, my own breath holding for a moment at the utter elegance of it. Crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling, casting a golden glow that was reflected off the highly polished marble floors. Waiters in starched white uniforms glided easily between groups of well-dressed people, presenting glasses of champagne and hors d'oeuvres on silver trays. The room was filled with the sound of polite chatter and soft classical music. I discreetly rubbed my damp palms on the material of my chic black dress. Richard and Hannah were now officially on my hit list.

Damian said, stretching his phone to me. "No, I don't need a dress or shoes. I have lots of them" I said. "Huh?" He asked and I smiled. "You're probably thinking they won't be beautiful enough for the party. I know a billionaire date has to appear stunning " I said. "Exactly," he said. "Well.., I've got beautiful dresses I made for myself that even most females would kill to own. I'm a fashion designer and when it comes to dresses...I rock " I boasted and he stared at me in disbelief.

he asked. She took out a suit and said, "There's Ralph Lauren, Gucci, Diesel, Calvin Klein, Burberry, Armani, Dolce and Gabbana and Ted Baker." she mentioned the names like it was nothing. By now she took out seven to eight designer suits. When she looked towards his face and saw his eyes bulged out while his jaw dropped to the last level of astonishment. "Assistant?" she snapped her fingers and said. ''Designer suits...." Ashton gulped in confusion.

" I'll put in more effort to ensure that he attends school. He is disappointed to watch his buddies go to school while he stays at home and does nothing. Miranda's brow furrowed and she said, " You've done everything you can for him." Claudia grumbled. " He's a member of the family." We are a family, and we must support one another. "I'm hoping to get employed as CEO Templeton's personal assistant." Miranda grinned as she pulled the pot from the cupboard. "Just keep an eye out. The Templetons brothers are said to be dangerously wealthy and ruthless, according to rumors." Claudia gave her opinion. "Yes, I am aware. The Nasty Billionaires are their name. I'm hoping I don't see them because I'm

One such individual, Designer K, was already eager to join forces with me for the project. Upon arriving at the mall, I promptly made my way to Designer Ray's boutique. This designer's brand held immense influence both domestically and internationally, with a clientele spanning the globe. To afford her clothing would require a fortune, making you a billionaire rather than a mere millionaire. Upon crossing the threshold of her boutique, her employees erupted in boisterous laughter. Instinctively, I looked behind me but found nothing to warrant their amusement. It soon dawned on me that I was the subject of their jests.