Koki El Millonario Novels & Stories

​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."

You there? [I've been waiting a while, is everything okay?] [If you don't come soon, I'm leaving.] [Just so you know, the payment is non-refundable.] I blinked. My brain melted. And then, a curse slipped out. "Holy shit…" My breath hitched. "I hired a gigolo and ended up with a billionaire!" I looked at the messages, then at the video of me and Christian, then back at the messages again. Reality slammed into me like a speeding train.

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?”

I pocketed the phone and resumed mixing the pancake batter I had abandoned, having no idea how I kept getting away with not losing my job. I wasn’t complaining though. The universe must finally be on my side during this period of my life. Just as I served him a tall stack of golden brown cottage cheese pancakes with a side of hash browns and maple syrup, Elias walked back in with a shirt on and his bowl now empty, grinning at the both of us. I returned the expression with a friendly smile, ignoring the glare I could feel at the side of my face. “I see the situation has been resolved,” he said, propping himself on the edge of the island facing Alessio. “Now, tell me my friend, why you never o

CHAPTER 10 Andrew A Text From Miss Zara The steak was overcooked, the sunlight hitting the restaurant terrace was aggressive enough to qualify as an assault, and I was currently being insulted in a language I’d mastered by the age of ten. All in all, a standard weekend. Beside me, my assistant Polina and the only person I trusted to handle my schedule without accidentally starting a small war was already seated with her tablet open and her usual unflappable calm. Across from us sat Javier Morales, a Madrid-based developer who’d flown halfway around the world because he wanted the best gated estate security money could buy.

refer to what he will cook later. He chuckled. "Brother Raven, relax everything is going fine. Don't forget to pay me after this huh, half a million." I groaned. "Yeah sure, make sure the food is delicious Mr. Andrade, if not, bye half a million," I joked to him. "Tsk, sorry not to disappoint you Mr. Madrigal but I'm a handsome Chef here, don't forget," Cassius added. Next I called Ashish. "What's up Beastfriend? I bet you need something right?" Ashish asked.

Eliza who still smiled at Ida seems to not have heard what the nurse had said, she felt pity for the old woman 'She was sure if she heard, all the stories of other elders in the room, she was going to cry the shit out. After she was done talking with Eliza, she went to Marco who was in his late eighties, Marco was a grumpy old man, who only found joy in talking about his best food, and what he craved, but the foods he talked about were forbidden for him.....she left him again with sadness in her heart, she went to another old lady Zelda, she was very cheerful and resilient, Zelda just wanted a chat partner.

"Have you tried their specialty? That moon dust caramel macchiato?" "Huh? I have tried it once, S-Sir." "No need for formalities. You can just call me Red since we're outside work now. I'm just a typical guy you just met. By the way, may I know your name?" Amber smiled shyly. "Amber. My name is Amber." "I see. So Amber, are you a regular customer here?" "I am. I actully love everything they serve here. And one of my favorites is the moon dust caramel macchiato that you just mentioned."

Robert nodded, a curt acknowledgment, as he tried to mask his growing disinterest. Evelina wasted no time in picking up the menu, and waved a nearby waiter over. With a quick scan, she began to order, her choices as loud and extravagant as her personality. “I’ll have the truffle risotto to start, and for the main course, the Wagyu beef, rare, of course. And don’t forget a bottle of your finest champagne—let’s make it two,” she added with a giggle, as if the entire world was her playground.