El Contraataque Del Multimillonario Disfrazado Novels & Stories

He watched them for more than ten minutes and then he got up. "David, tell everyone who wears the fake one!" Camila put hands around the chest, and she was certain to win. David's face looked a little awful and he was about to speak, but said nothing. Camila saw that he was hesitant and she was somewhat unhappy. She couldn’t to disgrace Renee! "Come on, just speak out the truth. Anyway,Mr Moretti doesn’t mind, isn’t that right?" "Miss Camila, I have identified your dress as a high-quality knockoff."

Nineteen Florence’s gaze was fixed on the man, who appeared to be a humble hotel waiter with a generous smile on his face, a comparison to the wealthy people in the ballroom that she just escaped for a couple of seconds. Little did she know, he was the infamous Spencer-Battenkurt’s CEO playboy billionaire in disguise. His humble demeanor and casual attire disguised his true identity. Despite the expensive brands he wore, she knew nothing about it, and he hoped that she did not recognize him from his speech earlier. His overall appearance was unassuming, despite the fact that he possessed immense wealth and never encountered financial difficulties.

] I dismiss him and I can see him fighting with his feelings and then he shuts it down, his face becomes impassive. 'Certamente, come desiderate, Grand Don. Mi scuso per l'intrusione.' [Of course, as you wish Grand Don. I am sorry for my intrusion.] He gives me a short bow and leaves closing my office door with a sharp click and my heart sinks because I know I've lost my best friend over a woman. I think I always knew this would happen, he has taken a bullet for me, been stabbed protecting me, not hesitating to put himself in the way of death for me. Yet, none of that matters now because he has fallen for my woman, and I will not allow him to have her. I head to my r

“Oh, what the hell, four hundred and fifty thousand dollars. - The old man smiled, because there was no way anyone could bid higher than him. Who would dare? There was a pause. Nobody said anything, not even the MC, everyone hoping that this was really the last move. But from the back of the room, Marco came walking up with a smug smile and arms spread in an arrogant pose, wearing a dark blue tuxedo, so he announced. - A million dollars. In cash. Charlotte's mouth dropped. Everyone's, so to speak. Even the MC seemed to lose his voice for a full minute before returning to the chatter. “A million dollars for the lord in blue. I give you one.

She took a sip of her lukewarm tea, setting the mug down with a soft clink. "What Italian circles, Charon?" Claudine asked, her voice calm and steady. "The ones who hate Hades more than they love money?" Charon shifted his weight, glancing quickly at Hades, who was now leaning against the wall, staring out at his reflection. "The only person I’ve seen deploy this kind of theatrical nonsense before was Don Adriano. He pulled a stunt like this with a rival Don years ago, stealing his wife’s dowry diamonds and then returning them a day later, claiming he simply wanted to 'borrow them for inspection.' He's always been about psychological dominance, Boss. Not just money."

“You know what. Don’t call me again. Lose my number, Delfina. I don’t know what kind of game you think you’re playing but I’m not going to be some rich patsy for you to swindle. He’s going to buy your dress and am I supposed to outdo it with a car or something?” “You prick. I didn’t ask you to be interested in me. I didn’t ask you to keep chasing me even when I said I wouldn’t sleep with you. For your information, he is not my date for the gala. He bought my dress so I wouldn’t be embarrassed by people like you and your sisters who would ruin my night by picking on me if I showed up in something from the fucking thrift shop.” “So, you’re playing a third guy? Maybe it’s the lawyer? Di Camillo

he asks, joining me on the couch. I give him a quick wink, my face lighting up with a big grin. "You won't believe it, but the person actually hacked her I*******m account," I reveal, earning a sharp gasp from Mason. He chuckles before shaking his head in disbelief, but my expression turns somber as I gaze into the empty space. "And the payment came from my own pocket," I say, nervously chewing on my inner lip. “From your money,” Mason muttered before his gaze snapped at me, his voice filled with disbelief. "Wait... from your Banca Popolare di Milano's account?" he exclaims, his voice rising. I let out a deep sigh in response.

Power could utter a word, a man storms in and shouts uncontrollably at her, “I’m gonna strangle that son of bitch. How dare he challenge me in front of the stakeholders. Pinnacle is mine! No one is going to take it away from me!” “Shhh,” Mrs. Powell cups the man’s face in her hands and coos him, “it will be yours, darling. Patience. Always have patience.” Feeling awkward and having a sense she is listening to a conversation she shouldn’t have listened to, Mia stands on her tiptoes and decides to excuse herself as quietly as possible. “Who are you?” The man suddenly notices her existence and turns his face to bark at her. The man is Anthony. Mia has seen his picture on some news reports. She

“You piece of shit,who do you think you are to look at me with such expression,you may be tall but I …” “Boss..boss…one second please”. The first man interrupted,his body trembling. The leader turned angrily. “Eh? What is it and why are you shaking like a leaf!” “Boss... this..man..he looks like ..no…I believe he is Mr Antonio Montero,the famous Billionaire and actor”he whispered. “And so what!”. The leader yelled, even more triggered then he turned to Antonio. “Listen kid,it would be sad if I had to cut your pretty little flawless skin,now step aside this is no movie scene or film tricks,or a beauty contest,ever had a bottle or knife stabbed in you? This is not your place, pretty boy”.

Our target: Jessica’s highly esteemed charity gala—an event she had carefully planned and was set to host in a week. The night before the gala, I put on my most perfect disguise: a sophisticated masquerade mask and an elegant gown that would blend seamlessly with the high-society crowd. My team and I had worked tirelessly to infiltrate the event, ensuring every detail was perfectly executed. We were about to deliver the most significant blow yet.