Novel & Cerita El Contraataque Del Multimillonario Disfrazado

She could not overstep here. "No. You misunderstood me. It's just that …" Her eyes widened all of a sudden. "Eddy Morrison must be the mysterious bidder! He must've made the bid for you!" No wonder Caroline looked as calm as ever when she made the bet. She knew the bracelet was authentic and had purposely made her fall into her trap! Caroline beamed. "Regardless of who gave me the bracelet, you owe me 20 million now!" "In your dreams! I will never give it to you!" Brie's face was as red as a tomato as she walked out of the store in her awkward saunter. The way she walked made her look outrageous, especially since she was wearing such an elaborate, tight-fitting dress.

"He’s wearing cheap rags, but he's willing to buy such expensive clothes and shoes for his girlfriend. What a model boyfriend!" "Wait, look at the watch he's wearing. It looks like Richard Miller. That costs at least a hundred thousand dollars. Oh my goodness, he’s actually a millionaire in disguise!” Elio's eyes flashed with disdain. He said to Liliana, "Did you see that? I’ve already paid. I hope that’ll teach you not to look down on others from now on.” Everyone looked at Liliana. All of a sudden, public sentiment turned against her instead. "The man has a point. She’s insufferably arrogant."

My hands were shaking so badly I had to clasp them together in front of me to keep them still. "Five million dollars," a smooth, cultured voice announced. The room fell silent. The announcer's voice cracked with excitement. "Five million dollars from paddle number seven. Going once—" "Fifty million dollars." The words cut through the silence like a gunshot. Everyone froze. I froze. Fifty million dollars. That was impossible. That was insane. Who would pay fifty million dollars for twelve days with a stranger? The lights shifted, and I caught a glimpse of movement at the back of the ballroom. A figure stood there in a crimson Santa jacket trimmed with white fur, the costume absurdly festive a

“ Damn it ! “ said Antonio and another person at the same time . He raised his hand and looked at the balcony next to him . There was another man wearing a formal costume a famous men brand . ‘ This guy must be filthy rich !…….The costume that he is wearing……There are only ten of those custom made costumes . Their price is even more crazy . ‘ thought Antonio with a shocked expression . He raised his eyes and noticed that he was also wearing a black mask with golden strays . “ Why are you staring at me like that ? “ asked the masked man . “ Expensive costume . “ said Antonio with a smile . The masked man couldn’t keep his laugh when he heard Antonio . “ Why are you laughing ? “ asked Antonio

My hands sweaty as I tried to get my lingerie back on. Viktor's phone buzzed. He checked it, that terrifying smile widening. "Fifty thousand received. How generous." His eyes found mine again. "That buys you two months. See you then." Then he was gone. Dominic appeared in the doorway, his face pale and apologetic. "Nyx, I'm so sorry, I tried to stop him but he..." "Get out." Nick's voice was quiet but absolute. Dominic fled, closing the door behind him.

“It was big. Over-the-top. Exactly what you’d expect when rich people pretend they care about charity.” “Mhm,” Naomi hummed. “And?” “And Tristan played the charming billionaire perfectly,” I continued. “Media everywhere. Investors everywhere. Violetta Castille everywhere.” “Oh God,” Naomi groaned. “That woman?” “Yes, that woman,” I said. “and she wore the freaking Red dress.” I let out a slight hiss just thinking about it, “She was absolutely gorgeous.” “Okay,” Naomi said carefully. “You’re listing details. That means something happened.” I opened my mouth to deflect like I always did, but instead, the truth slipped out.

“Yeah, forgive me for not wanting a million-dollar necklace, Mr. Baek. Tell me, where the hell am I going to wear something like that? If this goes out in the news, a burglar is certainly going to get inside my home!” "Ilay was challenging me," he said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "He was challenging my claim on you. I couldn't let that stand. It would have undermined the entire narrative." "The narrative," I repeated, the words tasting like ash. "Right. The narrative. Well, congratulations. The narrative is perfectly intact. Everyone in there thinks you own me. And you know what? For 1.2 million dollars, I guess you do." I pushed off the wall to leave, but he moved, b

I do hope that in the future, you won't make such mistake again, and next time he comes here, make sure to apologize", Miss Athina cautioned. Colton said nothing all through, his head sunk low as he tried not thinking of what she was saying to him. "What's he?", he calmly asked. "He's a fucking millionaire, if you don't know that before, then please, you have to know that now", she maintained. "Just that?, does it give him the right to assault someone?, I don't think I have heard of a multi billionaire who assaults ladies... he isn't a gentleman if he would want to force an unwilling woman to his bed. What sort of people... damnnn!!", he growled. He walked out of the conference room immediat

Nikolai said and bursted out laughing hard again and again. Anatoly found his laugh disconcerting. “What's the matter, brother? Cat got your tongue? Got nothing to say? Because I'm enjoying seeing you so speechless right now. And it's because you don't know anything! Anatoly Kiseleva, the proud billionaire and the mafia Don was easily deceived and used like a dirty old pawn and he didn't realize it until now. And he still doesn't know what fucking goes on around him.” Anatoly closed his eyes, clenching his fists.

Walking arm-in-arm with the most powerful billionaire in the city, I radiated a cold, blinding defiance. Across the room, standing near the grand ice sculpture, was Hector. He was dressed in a sleek tuxedo, a glass of scotch in his hand, and tucked securely under his arm was Jasmine. She was wearing a flamboyant white gown, practically screaming her ambitions to the world, her hand draped conspicuously over his arm—flaunting the diamond ring Hector had stolen from my vanity. Next to them stood Juliet, looking like a smug queen mother, sipping her champagne as if she had already won the war.