Koki El Millonario の小説・ストーリー

I sat up so that Jerrod could see I was wearing my pants, at least. “Sugar is the last thing you need for a hangover,” he said, putting the box on the coffee table. “I just want food,” I said and reached for the box, taking out a chocolate glazed donut. “Donuts are so underrated,” Mila said, sitting down on the couch next to Jerrod and taking a bite out of a jam donut. She was playing this so calmly, lying like a pro. If I hadn’t known any better, I would have bought our story as well. Mila looked like nothing was out of place.

I mumbled, but he managed to hear me and violently held my hand. “Don't you ever say anything like that again!” “You're hurting me!” “I told you a thousand times. Once you are the wife of a man like me, you will be forever.” “A man like you? A heartless man?” Suddenly, he pulled her close to my body and passionately kissed my lips. I didn't follow the kiss, on the contrary, I broke the contact. He rejected me a moment ago, why did he want to kiss me now? “A heartless millionaire, that's what I am. A heartless millionaire who has you as his possession. Mine forever, my dear. From this marriage you never get out.”

everyone gasped in surprise including Maverick a dime I look at them with a big frown and questioned " What? Why are all of you making a big deal out of it? It's just food" " You're not getting it. It's not just food but a treasure for all of us. People die to even get a glimpse of him and you're saying he cooked this food. I don't how many billions I can load into my account if I put this food in the auction. Do you know Theodore is the number one chef on our continent? He's rewarded by many national and international governmental food organisations. And he cooks only for rare people " It's Kiara who explained everything. To confirm her words I looked at Maverick who nod his head as yes.

“ Surprisingly we have quite the different tastes . “ said Massimo . “ It is a bit funny when looking at our table . You have steak while I have seafood . “ said Luna with a light laugh . “ You got quite a nice offer from a wealthy billionaire . He promised to reward you handsomely as well . “ said Luna . “ Yeah , the reward was quite tempting but……I don’t have a nice experience with billionaires . It’s enough for me to have troubles with just one billionaire . If another one appeared , I wouldn’t be able to handle it . Too much headache , it isn’t worth it . “ said Luna with a serious look on her face . “ Pfft , so it means that I am the only one you are going to deal with ? “ asked Massimo

Villafuerte and his perfect, white teeth. While they were stealing glances of the sponsor, which the sponsor was completely aware of and gave small smiles and shy waves of his hand a few times, I concentrated on my plate of maja blanca kuya Ronny prepared. I knew it was his. He was the only person in Paki-bato who could burn his maja blanca. “He must be a star,” Maring cooed. “Why do you think that?” I asked. “He tops Enrique Gil,” she firmly said.

"You two can keep yourselves busy for a day, without us, right?" "Yes," Blake said. "We're grown-ups." All of them started as Kodi gave a loud bark, and leaped off the side of the dingy. "Kodi!" Addie shouted and ran to the side, leaning over to look at what Kodi was after. She laughed as she leaned down and pulled Kodi back on board. A long yellow fish flopping in her mouth. "I guess she got hungry waiting on us."

​The paper on my desk looked like an epitaph. Maximilian König stood over it, a monument to old European capital and absolute ruthlessness. He didn't have the fire that made his son dangerous; he had something worse—a clinical, frozen patience. ​"The parts Natty didn't find," I repeated, my voice dropping into the quiet register I used when the floor was dropping out beneath me. "You’re bluffing, Mr. König. Natty found the master file. My father’s private ledger was exhaustive."

The words floated through my head, but my brain flat-out refused to process them together in the same sentence. Maybe it was the hangover from sin. Or maybe I'd just fried every neuron I had trying to make sense of how, in less than twenty-four hours, I'd gone from "I need a date for my ex's wedding" to "mysterious fiancée of the country's most desirable CEO." "What?" "He's Christian Kensington, Zoey. The freaking CEO of Kensington Wineries!" My heart skipped a beat. "No." "Yes." "No way!" "Yes way!" "But… but…" I shook my head, completely dazed. "If he's a billionaire… why was he pretending to be a gigolo?!"

That place became a market, and she was like merchandise being fought over by men hungry for flesh. "One billion!" Silence. Everyone was deafened, including Eleanor. All eyes turned to the source of the voice. On one side, at the very top, was a man wearing a black polo shirt. He slowly went down, his footsteps were the only noise heard throughout the place. "One Billion?" asked Don Constantino, his eyes widening and unable to believe what he heard. "She's mine!" until he finally got down and was right in front of Eleanor. Knight Andrie, one of the richest men in the entire Philippines. He is a billionaire not because of inheritance but pure effort.

“Breathe.” “Breathe?” I choked out, my voice breaking on the word. “I just baptized a billionaire with coffee, Mia. How the hell am I supposed to breathe?” Her lips pressed together, torn between sympathy and laughter she was too smart to let out. “Okay, fair point. But honestly, I can’t believe you talked back to him. Damian Cruz. Do you even know who that is?” I threw my hands up, heat rushing into my face all over again. “Some guy with too much money and zero patience?”