Novel & Cerita Little Star Of The Tycoons

A car screeches and stops , almost bumping into her She gasps " hey are you blind or what ! You almost bumped into me " The car door opens and a handsome boy in his late teens stepped out frowning, his handsome features were so obvious, Scarlett gulped trying to ignore it . " You just popped out of nowhere brat , didn't you look at the traffic lights before crossing" he said coldly Scarlett scoffs,rich kids of nowadays.... They always think they're the one in control " well fuck you and your stupid car " purposely bumps into him and kicks the boot of his car with her shoes and storms off

"What do you mean?" Amazed, Lily burst into laughter. "So, you really don't know? Haven't you looked at I*******m? Search it yourself and you'll find out." As Lily said that, she took out her phone and checked. "It's still holding the sixth spot in the trending section." The trending topic at number six: "Susan returns to the country, greeted by a mysterious handsome man with flowers, riding in a Rolls-Royce Phantom." Susan was Miss Tycoon City from the Hastings family. She was also a famous designer, who was once embroiled in public opinion and then whitewashed, has since found her fame to have skyrocketed.

It was really awkward for Natasha to be calling me this early. "Hey sis" "Hey Nat" "How are you?" "I'm good what is up?" "Have you been online today?" "No not yet, been busy all morning... why you asking?" "Nothing really... just that there is something you should see" I was curious to know what she was talking about that I did not wait for her to say anything else before i ended the call. I went online and I was shocked to see the news. My pictures and Adelia's were all over the media with the headline THE TYCOON'S SEX CONTRACT LEAKS.

I dragged my suitcase through the airport, New York's air hitting me, familiar yet foreign. A loud wolf whistle caught my attention. "Welcome back, New York's sexiest artist!" I spun around to see my best friend Clara Willow leaning against her flashy red convertible, her blonde hair catching the sunlight like spun gold. Designer sunglasses covered half her face, but couldn't hide that million-dollar smile. "Clara!" I was surprised, practically sprinting toward her. "How do you know I'm returning today?" Clara threw her arms wide for a bear hug. "Please, you think I'd let my bestie take some sketchy cab home? Grandma Margaret spilled the beans."

I was tucked into a velvet booth in the VIP section, flanked by the three people I tolerated because they made me look even better by comparison. "He’s a loser, babe," Sasha Marquez said, tossing her hair. She was a socialite whose only talent was being photographed while holding a salad. "Justin’s career is going to tank without you. You were the only interesting thing about him." "Agreed," Pedro chimed in, adjusting his silk scarf. He hadn't looked up from his own reflection in his phone screen once. "He’s a mid-tier influencer at best. You’re a goddess." "Look at that guy," Brittany Vale said, pointing a manicured finger toward the bar. "The one in the flannel. He’s cute in a 'I live in a

A small plan started to form in my mind but I needed to gather as much knowledge as I could. “Who is he, truly?” I turned to face my grinning father and for a moment he seemed to enjoy Declan’s misery so much that he forgot his hatred for me. “Robert’s bastard son. He’s made a name for himself in Italy, Spain, Paris and South America. They call him The Tycoon of Rome. He’s quite brilliant.”

“Let me make this clear to you, princess. I own you. I f*cking bought you. Whatever order I give, you obey.” “You don’t own me, Mr. Whatever-your-name-is! I have no business with you. I’m leaving!” I snapped, moving past him — but his hand shot out, gripping my wrist. “It’s Luca. Luca Stone,” he said, his voice low and final. “And from today onward, this is where you live. Don’t make me repeat myself twice.” He released my hand and walked out, leaving me frozen in place. My jaw dropped. Did he just say Luca Stone? The billionaire Luca Stone the man known for his good looks, his ruthlessness, his empire. I wasn’t just sold to anyone. I was sold to him.

“...stole from the Sanchez family?” They grinned evilly. “You can no longer get away from this, Isabella Clarkson. People know you now. Everyone has seen your face. Everyone has learned your secret. Isabella Clarkson, an orphan, a cheap whore, a low-class, trying hard socialite. You almost lured Damon Sanchez. You almost stole their money. Good thing, his family set him up with a real socialite.” My hands and lips trembled as I looked at them, listening to what Damon has spread again. That bastard!