Billionaire Fashion Designers Novels & Stories

She took off her mask that’s why the crinkles showed on the sides of her eyes. “A billionaire who’s a well-known fashion designer. She once collaborated with a very famous brand and her designs were a massive hit during her late twenties. You probably heard about her…” Yvette froze a bit. “Melissa… Melise? That… brand of luxurious designs?” she gasped. Clyde nodded and smiled. “Right.” “Oh my god…” she gasped unbelievably. Clyde couldn’t erase his smile while watching Yvette’s fascination. I knew it. She knows her. That means she’s passionate about her skill she knows well-known and lowkey fashion designers.

I pulled back and looked at the designer sheepishly. "Nonsense!" He patted my cheek like I was his little girl. "Your father wouldn't have you apologise for this. Without the Lux family, my fashion line wouldn’t have kicked off at all. And now FORBES named me as ‘one of the greatest designers of modern history’!" We exchanged updates—me, about my father, and him, about his fashion business. All the while, Ralph said nothing but stood next to me like a bodyguard. But when we were about to move onto the gossip, he interrupted to remind us of our initial goal, and Monsieur left to bring in the heap of clothes he’s been wanting me to give me.

"No, but she told you she was grateful and had the money. So don't even ask, Tim. I won't give you the number or the address." I lean my hand against the wall and curse silently. The main thing is that she's okay. I say goodbye to Stevenson and start acting like a cool businessman. I know what they say about me behind my back: that I, Tim Frost, wouldn't wear underwear for less than a grand; that I'm obsessed with luxury; and that I have complexes from my orphanage past. Let it be. It's just my thing. Designers like Werner Baldessarini and Ermenegildo Zegna create clothes especially for me. I see no reason to deny them the pleasure of dressing me.

She sounds so surprised. "Omg, you know him? Can you help me with him?" The other girl giggled. "Girl, are you kidding? He's like a famous CEO, and he's a freaking billionaire!" I sucked on my lower lip. Is that true? "I can't believe he's here right now. As far as I know, he's not from this city," I heard the girl add. "But I hope he's staying long as our professor and not just here for a project or something."

"The Wilton's are hosting a brand exhibition, and as a family friend and business partner, I was invited, I wanted to know if you wanted to come with" "The Wilton's" Emily said in surprise as she put down the spoon. "Like the Wilton's Wilton's" she asked. "Yes" Brian replied still trying to understand why she was so surprised. The Wilton's were one of the richest and well respectable family in the country, Mrs Wilton, owns the biggest fashion brand in the country, Emily has always dreamt of having a fashion brand like Mrs Wilton, she had watched past brand exhibition, and had always wished she could attend one in person.

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.

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.

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.