Novel & Cerita Billionaire Fashion Designers

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.

For the extremely wealthy, celebrities merely served the role of good-looking clothes racks whenever they were picking jewelry and clothing. No designer would risk offending anyone in that circle. However, they couldn't flat-out reject the Carver family's proposal. They either told Keith that they were currently participating in fashion shows overseas or had their hands full with couture outfits for another client. All in all, no one took Aria up as their client. Their responses were so polite that Keith couldn't find any fault with them. However, he was an astute man. He realized something was amiss when all the designers in Janovin and even Hangleton, the neighbouring city, said they didn'

I feel like a bridezilla well except that I'm not getting married I always get like this when I have a fashion show. My employees as well as the models Nathaniel and I picked are busy getting ready. I peeked out at the people who were invited and all I see are snobs. Yes, I said snobs because all of them are filthy rich and most of these women only want the best they like gossiping about everything and everyone. They don't care about the starving children or abused women and children they only care about designer clothes, cars, and whatever the hell there is as long as they can show off.

Another person added, and instantly, goosebumps dotted my skin. How could Max buy such an expensive dress just for me to wear it to a public place knowing fully well I would attract attention? What exactly was his response reason for that? Victoria Catore, the world best fashion designer that each of her gowns does not cost below a million dollars? I stared down at the gown, not believing I was actually putting on one of her specifically handmade jobs.

But clearly, why would I pay attention to them when I had a big offer waiting out there for me? They were always a great inconvenience to my life, but well, was there anything better than being a billionaire? Of course not. Whenever the journalists felt the need to attack me with questions, my bouncers were always there to guard me out of their proximity. Soon, we reached my car. I hopped into the backseat, fastened my seat belt. Another good thing about being a billionaire was you never had to talk. Gesturing with the eyes, snapping the fingers, clearing the throat, would do the trick. And right now, a snap of my fingers got my driver to start the car.

Damn, if one morning of freedom could do that for her then I would see that it never changed. "We're going shopping again today love, you need clothes and stuff." "That's too much, after yesterday." She pulled away and fussed with her seat belt. "Ashley, do you have any idea how much I'm worth?" She shook her head no, and how refreshing was that? Shit any of the females of my past acquaintance would sell an ovary for the chance to go shopping on Gideon Thorpe's dime. "I'm worth more than you can spend in ten lifetimes so I don't want you worrying about that stuff okay?"

Designer names she didn’t even know how to pronounce. Rows of shoes lined up by color. Boxes stacked taller than she was. A single glittering clutch that looked like it cost more than her first car. “What… is all this?” she whispered, eyes wide. Rafael appeared behind her. “I may have gone a little overboard.” “A little?” “It’s just a few outfits,” he said innocently. “For our date today.” Lena turned. “I have clothes.” “Yes, but now you have clothes that scream ‘I have a billionaire boyfriend who worships the ground I walk on.’ Much better vibe.”

Alexander scolds Sophia. It was the day of the wedding, and Alexander made sure that the press, paparazzi, and media personnel were around to capture the moment. He needed everything for this wedding to fly everywhere. The hall was decorated in white, and everything screamed luxury from the designs to the guests. Alexander wanted it to be the most talked-about wedding. He made sure he got the most exclusive designer wedding dress for Sophia. The moment she walked into the church, all eyes were on her. The whispers began to fly, her dress alone cost a fortune. It shimmered and glittered. Studded with real diamonds, Sophia looked like luxury and class.

The doorbell rang, and my heart skipped a beat. Liam Harrington, Mr. Billionaire himself, was about to enter my world – my small but cozy apartment. It was a far cry from his sprawling estate, but I couldn’t help but feel a twinge of satisfaction knowing he was about to be out of his element.

She was dressed in a chef’s outfit, and by the gods, it was sexy on her. Her blonde hair flowed down her back, highlighting her perfect curves. And her eyes were as mesmerizing as her curves. As the CEO of Roy Enterprise, I was always surrounded by beauties. But this woman was one I hadn't seen before. Her beauty was intoxicating and one could grow addicted to it. Not wanting to keep the people in the banquet hall waiting, I quickly walked past the pretty woman while she was still on her call. Getting to the banquet hall, all eyes turned to me as soon as I stepped in.