Billionaire Match 소설 & 이야기

he asked as he examined me. “No, I'm okay, thank you,” I replied politely. I didn’t want to give up on him because I didn’t know what he had in store for me. He nodded and beckoned for one of his men to come. I stared at his suit. It was screaming affluence. It was then that I remembered what the internet said when I decided to look him up. "BRYCE GILBERT BILLIONAIRE. OWNER OF THE BIGGEST CONGLOMERATE IN THE COUNTRY, ROURMED TO BE THE LEADER OF THE POWERFUL GILBERT MAFIA GANG"

she smirked, an evil glint in her eyes. “But fuck! It wasn’t supposed to happen this way. I already arranged a deal with some horny older man but you got lucky by sleeping with that hot billionaire. You bitch! I bet you don’t remember him, good, cause I’m not helping you find him. Go raise your baby alone” she smirked. “H-how could you?” I stuttered. My tears were uncontrollable and I was glad not much where paying attention to my ongoing drama. “Fuck. You. Bitch” Cara sneered. She picked up her purse and exited the cafe.

The other guy, I don't know, said. "800..." Rome bid. “Nin—” The other bidder was cut off by Rome. I could feel his impatience, even though his face was as unreadable as a blank page. “One billion dollars,” Rome said casually, like it was nothing. Nothing. But a billion dollars. Gosh. Who is this person again? Oh... the one and only—Rome Archillus De Herrera, one of the multi-billionaire monsters in the business world. "Uh... One billion dollars, is that... is that all?" The auctioneer seemed so shocked to utter the price. "Selling for One billion dollars, One billion dollars, sold."

My jaw dropped. He's not a broke Billionaire. At this rate, he's a trillionaire! I just stepped into a beautiful world filled with lies with my trillionaire.

"The billionaire? What's he doing here?" "Charity event in the west wing. Though after that scandal with his ex-fiancée, I'm surprised he shows his face anywhere." "I heard he's looking for a new girlfriend. Someone to clean up his image." "A fake girlfriend, you mean. Like those Hollywood contracts." My feet stopped moving. Brett Graham. Everyone knew that name. The tech mogul who'd built an empire from nothing, worth billions, cold as ice and twice as ruthless. "How much do you think someone would pay for that kind of arrangement?" the first nurse asked.

I wanted to set the pace. ​"Eighty," Matthias countered, leaning back and lacing his fingers behind his head. He didn't even look at the board. His eyes were fixed on me. ​"Ninety." ​"One hundred." ​The room gasped. A hundred million for a derelict rail yard was madness, but we weren't buying land. We were buying dominance. ​"One hundred and ten," I snapped.

“An invitation to the Vale family’s private estate! Only the top five families in the entire country receive these! This proves our family is rising back to the top!” Lydia adjusted her designer dress, a proud, triumphant smile spreading across her face. Yesterday’s humiliation at the hospital had terrified her, but seeing this invitation brought back all her confidence. “Victor called me earlier,” Lydia said sweetly, her voice filled with quiet arrogance. “The Ashford family received an invitation as well. Victor said that despite the sudden financial trouble his company is facing, this banquet is the ultimate opportunity. He plans to take me as his partner so we can personally greet Elder

For the next few days, Regina reveled in luxury and privilege, lifted so high she seemed untouchable. Nothing out of the ordinary happened to me, too. Until one day, during a livestream, world-renowned billionaire Cyril Mallet made a staggering wager of hundreds of billions, all just for three rounds of cards with Regina. The whole world erupted in shock. "Wait, that's the richest man who controls tens of thousands of mines! He's actually asking to bet with the incredibly lucky Regina Wade?"

Aiden chuckled. “Look at that man in a grey suit in the second row, he can't go higher than a hundred million and that means one thing,” Aiden said. “What?” Aria asked. “He is broke.” he laughed and Aria giggled. Alessa shook her head at them as she smiled. “A hundred million dollars is being broke?” Alessa asked. “Yes, isn't this an auction for billionaires? He is a millionaire, the difference is huge.” Aiden replied. “You should be grateful,” Alessa replied and he sighed.

But there was no believable explanation for it yet. “Thank you,” I said instead. She squeezed my hand. “You don't have to thank me. You're my best friend. I'd fight the whole world for you.” I smiled at her, but the guilt settled a little deeper. Because one day, she might wonder why I'd let her defend me with only half the truth. Later that afternoon, a news segment interrupted the movie we had been watching. “Billionaire businessman Donavin Prescott attended the annual Prescott Foundation where he announced a new investment initiative”.