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she replies sounding even more ecstatic and ends the call before I can say anything else I made the right decision with Charlotte, turns out she just wanted to truly be close to her boss’s wife probably to solicit promotion but nonetheless she made my day easier plus she is one funny girl The first gown I saw was lovely but I didn’t really like that it had so many stones glued to the base, the second one was even better but Charlotte commented on the fabric not being exquisite enough, in her words it didn’t fit a billionaire’s bride On and on we went until we had finally combed almost every wedding dress designer’s shop in London, Charlotte suggested I just call Beni Bally, an American desig

The cashier shook her head in disapproval, “No, ma’am are you not Melissa? These designers gowns belong to you and the ones you bought have been paid for. You don’t have to bother yourself paying for them anymore.” I had never been so overwhelmed yet I was perplexed as a mouse that missed its way. “Can you listen to yourself? How come? I can’t recall making purchase for these designers. They are too expensive. I can’t even afford them.” I placed the twenty gowns on her desk, “Please here are the gowns I want…” The cashier insisted, “No, ma’am a billionaire’s son by name Rod Benson has paid for it, even he bought you these designers gowns to add to the ones you have. He is in his convoy outs

"One of the most influential figures in modern luxury fashion." Even the Moretti brothers visibly reacted now. Because everyone knew that name. Everyone. The fashion empire that ruled elite society. The mysterious designer whose work politicians, royalty, celebrities, billionaires, and crime syndicates all wore. A brand so exclusive even getting invited to buy from them was considered status. Bee. The room erupted instantly. "Oh my God." "No fucking way..." "Bee is HERE?!" "That's impossible!" Even Lucien looked genuinely shocked. Victor straightened immediately. "Bee?"

Patricia completed the words. "It's not her first redo. She's stolen from at least seven other designers in the past decade. We found similarities in collections, timelines that don't add up, and whispers in the industry." "Then why hasn't anyone stepped forward and sued her before?" "Because she has the Boldwin family backing her. The Boldwins are old money. They run Paris which is the center of fashion. Do not forget their Political connections that go back three generations. Senators, judges, media moguls—all in their pocket." Patricia leaned forward. "Every designer who even thought about speaking up was either paid off or destroyed professionally. I even heard some were killed while oth

"I started producing different categories of clothes from scratch. Learning to sew, to design, to understand fabric. Down to accessories like wrist watches, shoes, sunglasses and more under my name - Liliana's Grandeur Brand. Built it from nothing." "It took years for my brand to come into the limelight. Sleepless nights, rejected designs, empty bank accounts. Now here's the secret that nobody knows: my brand is worth billions of dollars. I have a lot of fashion stores not just in Vegas, but worldwide. Paris, Milan, Tokyo, New York."

Speaking of Liusu Clothing, Ye Qing's eyes lit up and she said, "In fact, the super-rich generally would not buy brand clothing. They usually find special designers for tailor-made clothes. "Liusu Clothing is the best on the market. It's no exaggeration to say that more than half of the rich people in the capital have tailor-made clothes from there." Qin Haodong looked at his suit and said, "Oh! I see. She's really good at making clothes. This suit is quite comfortable." "Of course. Xi Youmi is the owner of Liusu Clothing, and she is also the top fashion designer. She has won awards many times at the Paris fashion festival. Do you think the clothes she makes can be bad?"

I was flipping through a fabric catalogue when two junior designers breezed in, all glossy hair and excitement, their laughter echoing off the walls. “Did you see him this morning?” one of them asked breathlessly. “Soren Bellandi?” the other replied, dropping her tote. “Of course I did. He got out of a black sedan and walked in like he owned the sky.” They laughed, that bright, nervous kind of laughter people use when they’re half in awe, half in fantasy. I didn’t look up, but I listened. “I looked him up,” the first one said. “His father runs Bellandi Holdings in Europe. His mother used to be a couture legend in Milan. He’s practically fashion royalty.”

Jason, in the middle of his bluster, was briefly stunned after hearing that. He recognized the man before him—Benjamin Linn, a major player in the fashion industry. His year-end live streams from selling clothes alone could rake in 100 million dollars in a single day. Benjamin had an uncanny knack for spotting talent. Any fashion designer with even a flicker of potential was immediately swept up by him, leaving his rivals to scramble for scraps. He had even poached several fashion designers Jason had been eyeing.

REBECCA'S POV "Anything you need, Miss Belmont," Alyssa nodded. What amazed me was that there was not even a single hint of hesitation in her eyes. I smiled—she was learning fast. "I noticed that the top designers, most of them seem to be from affluent families. Why is that?" Alyssa sighed and slowly helped me rest my back in one of the seats. "Ma'am, you may not know this, but Sterling Fashion House is a nightmare, especially when you don't have money and connections or you're not ready to sell..." Alyssa's voice wavered, swallowing hard, the lump in her throat visible.

On the other hand is my brother who thinks he's not fit to wear Dave's clothes. As I searched through his huge wardrobe for something simple for Raymond, I couldn't help the cold feet that washed over me. Dave wasn't your regular kind of man. He's a CEO, general executive director and brand ambassador for most prestigious foreign companies. He's a billionaire in every sense of the word. A billionaire wouldn't mind if a few clothes of his goes missing right? Heck, he won't even notice them gone. The only problem now is that they were exclusively expensive designs. He wouldn't have to ask to know if it's his or not because the design was made for only him.