Novel & Cerita Billionaire's Long-lost Angels

She remained where she stood. “I’d like clarification regarding the Legacy Continuity Reserve,” she said clearly. The room shifted slightly. Serena tilted her head. “Of course.” “Specifically,” Emily continued, “why twelve significant disbursements over fifteen years align precisely with private events hosted at the Richardson estate.” A murmur rippled. Serena did not blink. “Those events,” Serena said smoothly, “were donor appreciation gatherings.” “Donor appreciation gatherings that required nearly one million dollars in basement renovations immediately following one such event?” Emily asked.

he said. “Oh, I am sure it is one old multimillionaire with a degree that will try to make us feel like money is not everything while he has millions of them burning a hole in his pocket” Cam said. Both girls giggled at Cam’s statement and a throat cleared behind them. “Now let us welcome Mr Angelo Ivanov of the famous multi- billionaire group of companies, the Ivano group!” The TA said.

I can't lose my angel! *************************

I sat quietly waiting, watching her as she brought out her tablet phone, turn it on and handed it to me. “That’s the article we wanted to tell you about,” she started before I had the chance to take a look, “we thought you had seen it already.” And then she fell silent. I glanced at the headline of the article and then the words came at me. “CONNOR SHELBY, ONE OF LONDON’S MOST ELIGIBLE BILLONAIRE FINALLY GETS OF THE MARKET ANNOUNCES ENGANGEMENT TO EX-LOVER, ANGELA ZADOK.

' Teddy said. 'Oh, hello Teddy, how are you?' Angel's face radiated the pure charm he had cultivated during those years spent pleasing the wealthy art and antique lovers of Paris. He lived by his love of making money through 'the deal'. Air kisses rushed past Teddy’s cheeks with such force that the scarf hanging from his neck wafted off his shoulders. 'Oh, you know, so-so.' 'Yes, I must tell you,' Angel said as he leant in towards him, 'it's a little ‘ard you know. These people, they don't understand furnitures or art!'

North’s POV A billionaire with an obsession for broke law students is not something you hear about often. It does not make the news, and it certainly does not come with warnings. You only learn about it when you are desperate enough. Desperate enough that dignity becomes optional. Desperate enough that survival outweighs disgust. Desperate enough that even dying feels like a luxury you cannot afford because the people you would leave behind would suffer more. Only then do the Lucien Crowe angels find you.

It made me proud to be a part of someone who is kind to not only me, but others too. "You got yours too." I told him. Even though he hasn't talked about his family even once. "You know my relationship with my family." He said, stressing his statement. "I was talking about Ellen and Stepheno." I told him because other than that I had zero idea about his family. I remember reading an article about them in my Dad's office and it didn't do any justice to the league Rothschild's had set. They were once the most successful businessmen but suddenly everything fell, both their business and family.

She still had not healed or wrapped her head around what had happened earlier at the restaurant and how her day went from bright and beautiful to cloudy and sad in just a few minutes. She picked up the bunch of magazines and newspapers from the kitchen counter where Lisa had placed them and carried them to the sofa where she sat and took a deep breath before opening the paper bag that had been carrying the magazines. She took deep breaths and then picked up the first magazine, 'BILLIONAIRE LUCAS ARCHER'S SECOND HITCH?' One of the headlines read right above a picture of Lucas and Mia, with Mia showing her diamond ring off. Isabelle scorfed and tossed the magazine to the floor.

Max New York Times. A woman cries out for help, saying she has a child for billionaire CEO Max Sturm. From news reaching our headquarters, according to the allegations brought forward by the woman, Max Sturm had seduced and promised that he'd marry her during the launch party of his New York Times bestseller ‘The Golden Ones’ a few years ago. She'd agreed and slept with the award-winning author, but he left her the next morning without a note or anything to contact him. He didn't even reveal his real name to her. She took the heartbreak in stride and found out that she was pregnant a few months later, but didn't abort the baby because she's a Christian. She was never one for the news, or tre