Romans & histoires Billionaire Flowers

Too tempting. Sophia Miller wasn’t just any florist. No, she was a woman who carried a piece of history with her. Her family’s legacy, built around the Midnight Flame tulip, could be worth something more. A botanical garden... a grand project. He had always sought to expand, to acquire, to grow. And the Midnight Flame tulip—along with Sophia’s deep-rooted connection to it—could be just the perfect starting point.

I spread the butter evenly on my bread, that was the previous night and it's morning I have to prepare myself. "Thank God for Mr Billionaire I would have been kicked out of this cottage" I grumbled picking my hot tea I took my phone to call Salome, a good friend of mine "Hey Salome! how are you?" I asked happily "Am good. At least not blowing like you," We laughed "I heard you had a billionaire client" She said surprised "Yeah" I answered reluctantly "We were at Breton Hotels and Suites" "Wow! Aria am beginning to feel the agency is not fair" She complained

And if what Avon was saying was true, maybe this is the answer to my family’s financial problems. "Well, all you have to do is—" She handed me a red card. "Let a billionaire purchase you."

“Can it be… Flora... You’re not saying that it’s… that it’s…” Flora held her friend’s hand tightly as she waited for the words to come out. “Bill Gates!” Flora suddenly released her friend’s hands, disappointment on her face. Flora looked away, placing her hand around her neck. Perlita was at a loss at who Flora’s mysterious master could be. There weren’t too many wealthy people in Cardena and they were all either politicians or visiting celebrities. Bill Gates did visit for just a few days at one of the exclusive resorts, but Perlita knew he left a few days ago. There were rumors that he was going to buy an island off Cardena, or had he bought one already? Well, Flora just said it was not B

“I don’t actually know where you live.” Zach gave him a set of directions and Darien started the car. “Did you know the flower boy actually has a title and a personal fortune?” the billionaire said conversationally. “We’re somewhat acquainted. He’s very vacant and doesn’t think of anything besides flowers. Only an idiot like him would think a chintzy flower shop in the centre of the business district would work.”

He made a perfect bouquet. Old lady said, "Oh, handsome young man, you are very good! Are you the owner's husband?" "I am the owner's husband, the owner's baby's father, and the owner's future daughter's father. And I own this building. But today I am just assistant," Ethan said seriously. Old lady paid £50 and left, telling everyone on Portobello Road: "The billionaire is selling flowers! And his baby is drooling on roses!" Soon, a queue formed outside The Petal Pages. Not for flowers. For the billionaire flower assistant.

"These are beautiful. Who's your secret admirer?" "They're just flowers," I said, trying to distract her while carefully arranging them in a vase on my dressing table. "Just flowers?" Callista laughed, flopping onto my bed dramatically. "Seraphina, these are imported cornflowers. Do you know how much they cost? And look at the arrangement—it's from Moonlight Florals, the most exclusive florist in town. Someone must have spent a fortune on this." I felt the heat rise to my neck. "It could have been anyone."

I leaned forward, squinting through the gloom. "Gabriel Moreau," Pedro said. He actually put his phone down. "The wine magnate. His family owns half of France and all of Napa. He’s... well, he’s the Great Wall of China. Unbreakable. He doesn’t do bars. He doesn’t do scandals. He definitely doesn't do actresses." "He looks like he’s judging the air for not being high-quality enough," Brittany added.

That evening, the Ravenswood estate glowed magnificently, like a palace amidst the forest. The bright golden lights stretched across the vast garden, illuminating the path leading to the grand entrance. Classical music played softly, blending seamlessly with the luxurious and powerful atmosphere of the event. A crowd of noble guests gathered, their luxurious cars lining up at the gates, ready to enter the world of one of the most prestigious families in the world.

“We will figure it out. I will get another job. I will take out a loan. I will… I will hook up with Alexander Bennett if I have to, I hear he is richer than all the Kensingtons combined!” The absurdity of the comment made a real laugh bubble up from Flora’s chest. For a moment, the crushing weight on her heart lifted, and she was just a girl talking to her sister. “Do not be ridiculous. Alexander Bennett? The Casanova billionaire? He is forty-six, Sash." "So? He is hot for an old guy. And rich. Very, very rich." Sasha joined in the laughter, though there was an edge to it. "I am serious, Flo. You deserve better than this."