Novelas y relatos de El Contraataque Del Multimillonario Disfrazado

They succeeded in breaking me but they didn't have to know that. I was dressed in a fitted, burgundy, satin dress. It had a really deep sweet heart neckline and thin spaghetti straps. The extremely high slit that stopped mid thigh was something way too bold for me but it was another reason why I picked it. I paired it with suede, matching Chanel stilletos and a clutch. My secret weapon however, was the Graff multi-shape platinum and white-gold diamond necklace gifted to me by my grandmother before she passed away. I knew Alice hated that I got it and I was going to wear it just to spite her which was why I didn't mind getting it from my safe in the bank.

She had walked right up to the bullies, her determined expression unwavering, and calmly asked them to leave Max alone. The bullies had initially laughed at her, mocking her for her audacity. But Hannah didn't back down. She used her words like a shield, standing her ground as she questioned their actions, highlighting how unfair and cowardly it was to pick on someone smaller and weaker. Her eloquence surprised everyone, including Lucas.

He snickered openly at my scowl. "There are limited options, the former king was a big flaming peacock," I barked. Rubbing his chin, Atlas waved his hand over my front and mumbled a few strange words. He had changed the color and fabric of both the shirt and pants. Glancing down I grinned at the dark gray pinstripe dress pants and cufflinks on my tailored shirt. I stumbled a bit due to my overuse of hellfire. The overuse of my hellfire was catching up with me finally. Atlas offered me his wrist and I sank my fangs into his wrist to renew my strength.

But there was something in the way he carried himself tonight, a subtle hint of wariness that mirrored my own unease. The reason for our unease was none other than Adrian Chase, the powerful rival billionaire who had set his sights on me. He was a man known for his ruthless ambition, his hunger for power matched only by his insatiable desire for conquest. And tonight, he had made it abundantly clear that I was his next target.

I asked. "You want to kill who,do you think he is like every other person, well,Simon's junior brother I went to see yesterday is the one and only masked multi billionaire". He broke the ice. " What??? Masked multi billionaire?? Me? Why??" I stuttered in shock. "Can you see that you are in big trouble, he is going to stop at nothing to search for you,the only advice I can give you is to hide pending the time I will find a solution". He said but I remained mute.

He shouted, making her flinch. "One." She let out a shaky breath and looked at her father. He was clenching his jaw, she got more scared. He does that when he is about to hit someone. Her eyes went to the unknown man in the room, he was smirking as if he just won a lottery. She looked back at her father when the man spoke. "So is it final? 50 million?"l The man asked Michal. Their mother Anna was very confused about what was happening. 50 million for what?

"That's why I want to mold you into the perfect woman for me. Then we will get married, I will start by removing that stupid tattoo from your arm." As the car pulled up to an energetic nightclub, Romano's henchmen opened the door. I stepped out, still in my travel-untidy clothes, gazing upon the costumed partygoers queuing outside. They were all dressed in sexy cops, anime, and also superhero outfits, like it was fucking Halloween in the USA. A sparkling golden mask with a feathered edge caught my eye, evoking memories of Deangelo’s signature eye patch. Hating that I felt a sting of concern for him, I quickly pushed it aside. He was a ruthless mafia don—why should I care?

"And I know that your re-election campaign is currently underwater by three million dollars. A deficit that this agreement fixes." I’m wearing a structured white suit today. The jacket is tailored to within an inch of its life, cinched at the waist, with a deep V-neck that hints at skin but shows nothing. The trousers are wide-legged, flowing over five-inch stilettos. I look dangerous and untouchable. I look like Dominik Grimaldi’s business partner, not just his incubator. I walk around the desk and lean against the edge, right next to Dominik.

She eyed me skeptically, "Cut the act! There's no way you pulled together a hundred million that fast. These goons, this whole setup, it's gotta be a sham. Those cars are probably empty for all we know." Anthony did not utter a word, just gave a subtle signal with his hand. One of the guards sprinted to the nearest car and popped the trunk. The sight that greeted us was nothing short of a treasure trove: stacks on stacks of crisp dollar bills. The crowd inhaled sharply, the sound of their collective surprise hanging in the air. Bernardo, ever cautious, finally broke his silence: "You swiped Liliana's fancy dress and took a swing at her. Here's a cool hundred million. Let's call it even and p

Valeria stared at her reflection. For a moment, she barely recognized herself. The woman in the mirror looked confident. Sophisticated. Comfortable in luxury. The illusion lasted about three seconds. Then anxiety returned. A knock sounded at the door. The stylist smiled. "That's probably Mr. Sterling." Valeria's stomach immediately tightened. Great. Time to embarrass herself publicly. Julius was waiting at the bottom of the staircase. He looked exactly how a billionaire attending a charity gala should look. Tailored tuxedo.