Little Star Of The Tycoons Novels & Stories

“You… know her?” “Who doesn’t!” Came Elena’s sharp response. “Ivette Castellano, a big time I*******m star and model who seems to have it all. But in reality, she’s only freeloading off her uncle.” “And who’s her uncle?” “Wallace Castellano,” Elena, disregarding the lie Noelle had told her before, took her phone and pulled up one of the latest articles, but the man’s face was a dark shade, making it hard for anyone to see. “Italy’s richest and most ruthless business Tycoon. Word has it that he owns a one out of two customized Rose Noire Droptail.”

Beatrice seemed about to interrupt me, opening and closing her mouth several times but managed to stay silent, so I continued with my explanation. "Today, Louise showed up at my company unannounced, and I received her as I would with any acquaintance because that's exactly what she is to me now," I made a point to emphasize that. "She was seeking strong sponsorship for her modeling career, and apparently, her finances aren't doing well. She thought appealing to me and our history would be a good idea." "And it seems like it worked," Beatrice interrupted with visible irritation. "You were about to kiss each other."

"Don't make up stories, you don't know anything, so just shut up." "Ohh, how so sweet of you. How I wish I had a boyfriend who's as protective as you. I wonder who that would be? Maxwell, Tyron, or Adrienne?" I mentioned the names of the suitors I have in the showbiz industry, without revealing that I'm already married. "I didn't know your taste in men was so low. That's why I don't like you, I don't fit your standards, Yongsann Lim." My eyes narrowed.

He knew he couldn’t lose his composure now, not when he was so close to achieving what he wanted most. " Victor, I am François Lecomte and you are with people precious to me" he began, choosing each word carefully, knowing that he needed to play this game masterfully. The man on the other side was visibly surprised. He imagined that the police would come after him, but a tycoon like Lecomte? It was unexpected, and Victor felt an opportunity coming. " What do you want, Lecomte?" Victor’s voice sounded confident. Duncan kept his voice firm, his determination shining behind her.

Avery said. "I'm desperate Avery!"She said meekly.Avery can see but what can she do to help her sister.Her hands are also tied."What about that guy who came to see you a few times.He drives a very expensive Mercedes and one can see he's rolling around in money.I'm sure if you can play your cards right and make him happy he'll give you anything you want."Avery stared at her sister in shock Nicole didn't say what she just did.She's actually telling her that she should whore herself.And what guy is she referring to yet Avery has a pretty good idea who she's talking about."Is he a client?”

sometimes he thought he was the real Mistress of Meyer Mansion. Nickolas Meyer was a tycoon with shattering skeletons in his closets that no one knew about, James made sure that no one ever will. the road to the top hadn't been paved with roses and sweet aroma. with James silently by his side, he had soured to the top like an Eagle. and he preferred it that way. James glanced at the metal watch on the wall. it was after eleven pm. he needed some sleep if he was going to function properly. he knew what sweet dreams he will be having that night.

But Tinh Ngoc can recognize the costumes of the two people in the picture, it's her and Dinh Quan. But this does not seem to be the problem that the media wants to exploit. What they care about is the identity of the fiancée of the head of Starlight Corporation. It must be known that Dinh Quan is almost the ideal model of the ladies in this city. He is young, rich, handsome, a man of power and important to his influence on city A. Such a perfect man has been captivated by a woman, so after all that makes this woman stand out?

I felt Vicky tap my elbow. "I-I'm Aliana R-Reeves. I've been with Stardom for almost eight years already. They're t-he ones who helped me get to where I am right now in the industry, and they actually opened a lot of opportunities for artists like me. And I-I am forever grateful to them," I said, looking at everyone except him. I want to slap my face right now for stuttering a lot because I can feel him staring as I talk. Anyone in my position would understand. Imagine having a one-night stand with a stranger and hoping you would never see him again. Then one day, he'll just appear, offering a major sponsorship to your agency—the amount of bad luck I have.

Night Angel sounds pure and pure in its name, but it's just an appearance because Angel is the tallest building in Daisy City and where lavish parties often take the place of billions of rich players. Today's example is no different. The party of guys who like to wear the mask of a friend with a friendly smile to hide the stench of his evil and depraved nature. "Mister Michael, may I offer you a drink?" - A girl's soft, soothing voice resounded.

However, at that moment, I regretted it instantly. Lucas was lying on the floor, grunting in pain. I noticed the scattered files on the floor and a few books, then lifted my head to find Luscious. He was standing in front of the table holding a… gun?! What was he trying to do?! “I-I'm sorry, sir,” Lucas pleaded, barely able to speak. “I didn't know what came over me. I'm so sorry.” Luscious cocked the gun after putting in the last bullet and lifted it, aiming at the yellow bulb in the roof. He tapped it gently and brought it down, examining it.