Billionaire Flowers Novels & Stories

he said before handing her the bouquet of middlemist red, that is the rarest and most expensive plant he could find in the empire. "How very thoughtful of you. Thank you but isn't this type of camellia flower very expensive? This color also means love, passion, and deep desire. Could this be a confession of love, my prince? I should tell you again that I'm an engaged woman. It would be very controversial for our families if I have you as my mistress." Ruby teased with a mischievous smile making the prince blush. "Oh no. It was merely an accident. I asked the florist to give me the rarest plant because I didn't think that roses would be enough to be on par with you so I bought this instead. S

Kirra sometimes bought her a cheap bunch from the supermarket for her birthday but they didn’t compare to this arrangement that had its very own vase. She picked up the card and turned it over in her fingers. She doubted the handwriting on the note was his. No doubt he had Natalie call the florist and dictate the message to the person on the other end of the phone. She doubted very much that a billionaire would walk into a florist shop and buy a bouquet by himself. They even had a smell and it permeated the entire room. The only flowers she had ever gotten were the ones grown in hot houses that had no smell. These were different and so incredibly gorgeous she was having trouble believing the

The flowerbeds here are meticulously maintained, each plant a testament to Alessandra's need for perfection. On Alessandra's street, there are big, tall flowers that beautify the street. These flowers aren't just for decoration; they serve as a symbol of opulence, an indicator that this street is mostly inhabited by rich and wealthy people. Alessandra’s mansion is on a side street where she sits alone. If not for the flowers on the street, there would be absolutely no other villa you would see. This isolation adds to the difficulty of my mission.

“That sounds so sweet, I'll help with that. What do you have in mind?” “Hold up,” Emily said, turning to face the waitress. “Please get us some more drinks,” she demanded. “All I think of is flowers,” she continued. “Flowers?” Cassie asked in disbelief. “But that sounds very absurd.” “Yeah, I know. Mr. Grey is a billionaire, there is nothing he would probably need other than little things he can see so much value like flowers especially those with exquisite layers and pleasant scents that are strong enough to bypass an eternal allergy blocked nose.”

A string quartet performed something refined Fiona couldn't identify. Valeria inched closer. "You see that man by the balcony?" Fiona turned her way. A man stood alone among the glittering throng. Tall, expensively dressed in a black suit and no tie. Hair slicked back with effortless care. Hands in his pockets. Eyes like winter. "That's Charles Billion," Valeria breathed. "Owns half of the production houses in Asia. You ever heard of Red Flame Studios? That's him." "The Charles Billion? Valeria nodded. "Billionaire. Producer. Philanthropist. Rumor has it, he can make or break a career in one phone call. Be careful, though—he doesn't smile. Ever."

“Gaiabloom is rare, but one billion? That Young master clearly doesn’t want anyone to bid against him.” “Isn’t that obvious? When the third-floor bidder speaks, who below dares to outbid him? Are they crazy?” “Well, that’s true. Who else has the family background, wealth, and power like him?” Inside the private room, Raina and Leif naturally heard all this. Gaiabloom was a rare medicinal herb, but a price of one billion was way beyond its true value. The guy bidding on the left side of the third floor either didn’t know the market or was just plain foolish.

"I hope you love them. Have a great day, Cleo." He turned his back. I thought he would finally leave, but then he suddenly stopped. "By the way, those won't be the last flowers that you'll receive from me. I'll make this house an entire garden if that's what it takes to make you mine." My jaw fell on the floor. I bet even Van Gogh will have a hard time to paint the dumbfounded expression on my face right at this moment. Garren Montreal has gotten mas, and he's dragging me into his madness. He's really dragging me into this madness.

“It’s moisturizer. Stop making stuff up.” “Yeah, sure,” she teased, tossing her purse onto the couch as she walked in. “That moisturizer sure made you this much of a star. My best friend is hot gossip, trending on every damn media platform. ‘Who is the billionaire’s mystery woman?’ Ugh, fu*k those people! They are vultures.” I laughed at her dramatics, shutting the door behind her. “It’s not that bad, besides, I don't let it get to me.”

Hell she is mine from day one! Before Adam became the president he used to be a business mogul, he and my father run a joint company at that time. 'Adam&James group of companies' At that time Emma was just a little girl, I guess she was in her first year in college at that time, she always throw herself on me. One time she confessed that she have a huge crush on me, it was so cute and dramatic because she ends up crying. Too bad I wasn't interested at that time because I'm totally older than her.

Kristine Caldwell wanted to calm down: "You tell me the variety of flowers." "Hmph, what are you going to buy it for?" Tanner Garcia said in a strange manner: "This is a precious variety given to me by a friend, and there is no way to sell it in the flower market!" Even if there is, it will cost tens of thousands of dollars per plant, can you afford it? "Huh? Is it so expensive?