Crazy Rich Asian Novels & Stories

she said, looking all dreamy. “Who?” I asked, fully confused. They both looked at me like I had grown two heads. “Kian Arreas, head of the Arreas family, billionaire, playboy, business mogul,” Candy said. “Not forgetting some people say they are a Mob family, you know, Mafia,” Hallie said. “I heard they basically own Chicago,” Haile said. “And why would anyone be excited about that?”

Asia's POV The flight from New York had been hell. All that echoed in my head was the words Gia said. “Asia dear, you can't attend this wedding, It's for elites only,take this ticket, it's a two days vacation trip to Paris, it'll be worth it sister.” She’d said it with that fake sweet smile, while Mom nodded along like Gia was already the trophy daughter. The daughter who landed a wealthy fiancé. The one who lied straight to everyone’s face and claimed she was an only child.

Xander’s POV “Well Mr Cage, I must say that I am quite impressed with your proposal. Although I have not expected more than this from you with all the good reviews I have heard about your company ” Mr Chu Hu said. “Thank you sir! We try our best to give the best to our client!.” I said. I am happy that he is impressed with our work but I have a feeling that there is a “but” coming. Mr Chu Hu is a very big client of ours. He is currently the richest man in Asia. He owns a chain of empires ranging from different sectors.

Jay walked away with a steely resolve. Marilyn slouched on the ground dejectedly, tears of sorrow streaming down her face. With a vast, hazy, and hopeless future ahead of her, she racked her brains to think of a way out. She remembered Ken’s words. ‘Do you know who Ben really is, Marilyn? You’ve picked up a treasure! Listen, he’s Jay Ares, the former president of Grand Asia with a net worth of trillions. You’d better clutch onto this gold bar tightly because when he returns to his position one day, you can just pluck off a single hair from his sheep wool and you and Tiger will be able to lead a life of pleasure.”

Julian heard Mini's words and broke into a sad smile. " Ever heard of the phrase ' The rich also cry ' ? " She asked Mini who suddenly swallowed hard. " You are right. I am high in status. My husband is unbelievably wealthy. My best friend works tirelessly to make a name for himself. My parents have wealth, which is enough to take care of my next offspring while I am the head health consultant in a great facility like Ashju. Despite all this, yet, I am still unhappy. I am still scared, sorrowful and lonely. Mini... High status and money don't make me lucky. If I am to put it plainly. I'd say I am the unlikeliest lady ever lived "

The man climbed on top of her, pushing his cock inside her, thrusting her, fucking her pussy with fury and speed, hitting her G-spot with precision, in addition to sucking her breasts, sucking on her, the girl felt herself in the heavens, in which she moaned and screamed, feeling the veins of a man who appeared to be a perfect specimen, muscular, all that athletic body that showed his experience, his years of life. The man did not appear to be over 50 years old, and he was that age even 52 years old, with a physique to make a young man envious, he had a large physical size, his hard penis and full of veins was not far behind, she it was big in every way. His name was Ryujin Khan, the biggest

Ace didn't want to believe Ryan before, but he was the only village they hacebt searched and it looked to him like they could be no other person than him, so they processed to the Asian dynasty. They've been on the ride to the Asian dynasty and they've just arrived, a couple of minutes ago. “I swear, I'm going to kill that son of a bitch if, he dares raised a finger on my woman.” “Calm down my king, we can't be so sure he is the one. I was only fathoming.” Ace grits his teeth, while the driver pulled the car to the front of the mansion. The Asian dynasty was quiet big and as unique as its name, it had so many mineral resources and they have lots of plantations, that's why he often trade slav

At that moment, the auctioneer's voice rang out. "$300,000 once, $300,000 twice. Any higher bids?" "I'll bid $350,000!" a voice suddenly called. I turned toward it. It was Miss Zabel from West City, a notorious and wealthy socialite. She was scanning me up and down with a blatantly provocative gaze. Jasmine's face darkened further. I knew she was not interested in the watch. She wanted me. If I accepted her money, I would be accepting her. The last shred of hesitation in my heart vanished the moment I saw the glance exchanged between Jasmine and Miss Zabel.

The shining gold design of the hall was blinding and it seemed that the designer didn’t think that people would actually be in the hall, people that wanted to look at the area without cringing from the sight. He twirled his wine glass, careful to avoid any spill while he kept his eyes on his father who looked like he was weaseling his way into someone’s mind and money. Clayton Tremont was already getting old as he was in his late fifties, but he refused to admit it, even to himself. Adrian’s father continued to dye his hair, wear the most expensive Armani suits, coupled with the finest of Italian leather shoes and take care of himself.

That rare flicker of seriousness laced with teasing which was the usual trademark of Icarus mood swing, charming until suddenly he wasn’t. “And oh, not you, but ‘I’ am a little concerned,” he said lightly, though there was nothing casual about his gaze. “Thirteen billion dollars. Asia’s about to get a front-row seat to Richardson’s expansion. Seoul to Singapore. Mumbai to Tokyo. Distributors lining up like dominoes.” His eyes flicked briefly toward Noora, then back to Luciano. “Quite the empire we’re about to build… assuming our CEO doesn't trip over something … TEMPTING.”