El Contraataque Del Multimillonario Disfrazado Novels & Stories

I looked around in fear, hoping someone would jump out and say it was all a cruel prank. I pulled myself a bit together and bent to pick up the pieces of paper scattered across the floor. The cold night breeze blew them further away from me and I shuffled around in anxiety, chasing to pick each one of them. I struggled with the breeze to catch the last piece of paper when a set of Lou*s Vuitt*n limited edition men shoes landed on the paper. I looked up and saw the same man from the gala earlier who had given me the envelope. He crouched down, picked up the paper, dusted it and handed it to me. His expression had changed. The charming, magnetic man I’d spoken with at the gala was gone. What s

In front of me were the Bravado Billonaires all cladded in expensive suit designs, with other unknown guest. Royan smirked as he saw me, kylian licked his lips. As my eyes met Ethan, I could not help but remember the way I clinged to his arms. My cheeks burned as I looked away. "We'll need cupcakes and drinks for the guest" Maxton called out. "Be quick" Royan added, he looked so professional in a three piece suit The Bravado's were something else, I could see exactly why they were tagged as the most dangerous Billonaires.

They dissected every angle, every possible objection, and crafted responses that were precise, confident, and impossible to argue. By the time night fell, they weren’t just ready—they were unstoppable. The next morning, the sun rose on a day that could change everything. Adrian adjusted his cufflinks as he stood before the mirror. His reflection didn’t just show a billionaire—it showed a man in control again. Elena stepped into the room, handing him the finalized documents and a sleek leather folder containing the deal proposal. “Straight to the point,” she reminded him. “No delay, no drama. In and out. Like a king sealing a kingdom before the war even begins.”

Valeria spoke. "I am so excited to leave this place. Thank you." I stood up and got dressed. I changed from the hospital gown to a fresh pair of clothes Valeria brought for me. It was a loose flower dress but it fit me just right. Alejandro drove us to Stella's home in his sister's Cadillac escalade. They went home after that but promised to come visiting once in a while. "I want to call him" "Oh finally. Do so right away." He picked up at the first ring.

There was so much on my mind, especially the reason why he was acting this way towards me. I recalled the very reply he gave me the day I had asked why he chose me, or what he wanted in return for helping me. Clearly, he knows I keep trying to get closer to him, but he keeps avoiding me. Grabbing my phone from the table, I was quick to search online and my eyes nearly popped out from its socket when I saw it. It was written, so boldly, that I wondered if my eyes were seeing correctly. "Russo empire frauded 10 billion dollars by an unknown con artist as of last night."

Camilo said, trying to coax Ricardo to be the one to represent the company. “Yes, Mr. Romero… I have a plan, and it will be a bomb,” Jacques said, waving his hands in the air dramatically. He was a strange man. From his clothes to his appearance. Ricardo found everything about the man weird. He was wearing flashy sunglasses, loose cream-white trousers, a long-sleeved shirt and suspenders on top. Ricardo found his fashion sense off.

He told me still looking outside. "I am not your baby girl you stupid womanizer. Why are you looking outside face me and say no no need to turn I will not work for a jerk like you" I told him.. Saying this I about to turn he speaks up turning towards me," Remember the face baby girl" Looking at him my eyes almost came out from it's hole.. I shouted on the arrogant person. And most importantly, I thrown money on his face. On a Billionaire's face... One the most successful billionaire Nr. Nick Knight's face

© Angel Adigwe, 2022 Published by Angel Adigwe. INTRODUCTION Damien white is the CEO of white enterprises. An event which occured in the past led to him always wearing a mask over his face. But no one really knew what happened. Even when he gets asked by people about the reason for the mask he still refuses to disclose anything about it and instead choose to live like that. But there's was a particular someone though who always puts a smile on Damien's face and gives him joy each time he thinks of her.

He looked at the towering glass ceiling, his silver strand of hair glowing with a sickly, artificial violet light. ​"Mommy," he whispered, sitting up. "Why are you wearing a mask?" ​"It’s not a mask, Leo," Nora said, kneeling beside him. "It's... it's a uniform." ​"It looks like a mask," Leo said, his voice sounding older, filled with the "Silver Heir" wisdom that Nora had tried to bury. "The Pretty Lady across the hall said that when people become Billionaires, they stop having faces. They just have 'Portfolios'."

Jason didn’t look at her, instead he focused on Antonio as his father mumbled, "Is everything ready?" "Yes." He replied quietly. “Good.” Antonio smile was faint. “Tonight changes the air.” The ballroom was almost impossibly full now... business moguls, foreign dignitaries, media magnates, and the kind of investors who didn’t speak unless a Million was involved. Dispite the romuors about Rene and Layla, words had spread faster than fire in a dry field that Mr. Gunnar might come, which is the result for the turn out. As the second turned into minutes, people started to gossip about it not happen, but then it happened.