Billionaire Flowers Novels & Stories

Not just of the long nights and endless struggle, but of pretending she still believed everything would be fine. When her phone buzzed, she almost ignored it. But the name that flashed on the screen made her pulse skip. Unknown Number: > “Miss Morgan, I represent Mr. Ethan Blackwood. He would like to meet with you. Tonight.” Ava frowned. Ethan Blackwood—the billionaire hotel magnate every magazine in New York couldn’t stop talking about. Ruthless. Private. Too powerful to cross. What would a man like that want with a woman like her? Her hands trembled slightly as she typed a reply.

"The loan sharks get their money, you get your legacy back, and I get my heirloom. It’s a transaction, Elara. Purely business. No feelings, no real intimacy. Just a signature on a different kind of paper." I looked at Silas, who looked dangerous with those eyes pinned on me. I thought of Brian who ruined my life and the loan sharks waiting to devour me. I would give anything to have my father’s company back. But I was scared. If I said yes, I was a billionaire’s wife with all my problems solved but at the expense of my happiness. And if I refused, I was as good as dead. I licked my dry lips and swallowed hard before speaking up. "Will you really get my company back?" I asked, my voice small.

Suddenly, darkness started to cloud over her and she soon passed out. Eric Williams, the biggest billionaire in New York City. He is very professional towards his work, and girls seek to get his attention. He knows it very well, that girls are ready to do anything to spend one night with him. He would take one girl for a night, and ditch her the other day. Though, girls knew very well that he will ditch them, but his looks were something to die for, and they gave him all of them. Eric was sitting on his large, comfy chair......as he was the CEO of the "Williams Enterprises" Suddenly, his father made his way towards his son's desk.

Strong enemies. I sighed, and walked back to my seat. *** The wide, happy, and welcoming smile beamed on my lips, only because I was going to see my cupcake. We hadn't seen each other yesterday, which was the reason I decided to pay him a visit. Of course, as a billionaire, his house was, so, so, enormous. Bigger than mine, I thought. Well, I wouldn't say it was finer than mine, since I had a better knowledge in interior designs.

"Of course not. This is no ordinary rose, Era. This is a Juliet rose, one of the rarest and most expensive flowers in the world. For your information, it took David Austin 15 years to grow it, and its current price is around four million dollars. So, this flower is not ordinary at all." Era had guessed that the bouquet she was holding was not ordinary, but she hadn't imagined it to be so expensive. She gaped. "W-what?" "What makes the bouquet even more unique is the presence of real gold flakes on each petal." Oscar smiled proudly and suddenly his eyes widened as he almost forgot another important detail. "Ah! You should also know that this arrangement was made by the best florist in the wor

I will let them do whatever they want, and I will try to get them to stop bothering me in this way. “Rose Merry , I've only just heard this name. Whoever it is, come forward because you got first place for arranging flowers, even though the flowers you arranged were very simple, because the flowers you used were wild flowers which are different from the rare flowers your friends got, but how do you do it? Arranging this so that it is very good, especially the aroma is very sweet, far from the flower's original home, then you can make this arrangement into a very expensive island. In fact, I even came to the king and queen to just give you this to them, and they didn't even know that you were

Her tone is nonchalant, but her posture is full of murderous intent. “You would frame and kill over an arranged marriage?” I ask, stunned. Bella pauses and gives a bitter scoff before glaring right at me. “How the hell are you such a successful billionaire when you’re this dense?!” she screams in disbelief. The dusty air hurts my chest as I frantically try to think of some way out of here. “The marriage was never my ridiculous sister’s final wish, but it sure was easy to forge her signature! Just like how it was far too simple to convince my scatterbrained niece of your involvement,” Bella confesses, her expression triumphant.

When she came out of the room, hair brushed and flowing down her back, holding the little nosegay of flowers I'd had the presence of mind to grab, she looked simply stunning. "Gorgeous." She blushed, smiled at me, and hid behind her hair. "Come sit with me, we're almost there." We landed and headed for the waiting limo, which took us to the prearranged destination. For something that had been thrown together last minute things were going rather smoothly. That's what having money and power can do, it removes obstacles, and makes shit happen.

Jeff. Jeff Ortega, billionaire CEO, stood on my modest porch, looking utterly out of place. He was dressed down in dark jeans and a simple black sweater that probably cost more than my rent, his hair slightly tousled by the morning breeze. And in his hands was a massive, breathtaking bouquet of midnight-blue calla lilies, their edges dipped in what looked like actual gold leaf. My mouth went dry. “What are you doing here?” A slow, hesitant smile touched his lips. “The flowers last night were… interrupted. I thought these were more appropriate. Calla lilies. They symbolize magnificent beauty and rebirth.” He held them out. “A reboot. For us.”

"It's fake, Nora. When I have money, I'll buy you whatever you want." Because he thought I was poor and knew nothing about luxury goods, he did not even need to think hard when he lied to me. I looked away, only to see another message pop up on the tablet beside him. "Mr. Hart, what is the girl planning to sell this time to pay the debt? Flowers, her shop, or... herself?" "A woman Mr. Hart has played with must taste pretty good. If she's selling herself, I'll buy the first night!" The messages after that were flooded with filthy jokes and people piling on.