Lola And The Millionaires の小説・ストーリー

"Don't look at me like that! Don't worry. I've completely given up on making Mr. Getson mine. He's too smart. I know I'm smart too, but I also know where my limits are. He's just not attracted to me. That goes for the president too! I've completely given up on both of them! So I want an invitation to the charity gala held at the most luxurious hotel in Athenapolis next month!" What Lola wanted was not a few hundred thousand dollars or even a million dollars. That amount might have been enough for an average person to live off for the rest of their lives, but it could not satisfy her ambition. Her goal in life had always been to marry a wealthy and powerful man. The way to do it was to go to

Lola was coming back from work when she needed to get some groceries at a shopping mall not far from her working place. She was busy shopping and also at the same time listening to the news about her missing on all TV stations when all of a sudden an old woman who looked exactly like her showed up claiming she is the mother to the missing billionaire wife Mrs. Lola Adriel. Lola was shocked at first with her legs stuck on the floor unable to move because all her life she has already accepted the fact that she is an orphan why all of a sudden news was all over the air about her (Lola) having a mother who is still alive and is looking for her waiting for her to be back.

she said suddenly, looking at me. I grinned. "Oh, hello. Did you enjoy yourself last night, sister?" I replied casually. She gasped and gave me a dirty look. "They were right... you're a jerk and an idiot. How dare you make fun of this situation?" I laughed softly and moved closer. "I'd suggest you behave yourself, Lola. Everyone's watching us," I whispered into her ear, as if we were getting along just fine. She frowned and glanced around. Our parents were holding hands, smiling at us like there was nothing wrong.

Posted by her side, Santiago noticed Lola’s jaw hanging in surprise. He cleared his throat and gently squeezed her hand to get her attention. “Remember what I said about keeping up appearances, munéquita. You gotta look like you’re used to a place like this.” Lola paused her gawking and stared at Santiago like he’d completely lost his mind. “How do you get used to a sight like this?! This is insane generational wealth on steroids. I mean, that freaking chandelier is pure gold for heaven’s sake!”

Lola didn't know what Caesar had said. That night, when she saw the Duke of Salleri again, his attitude had finally turned a corner, he wasn't preparing to shoot Lora dead like before. "From today onwards, Lola from the rebellion is dead," Duke Salleri said to Lora, "You must remember your identity, you are now just Arthur's cousin Lola , with no connection to the Asti tribe, do you understand?" Lola nodded.

“A Volcan - purebred, feisty, and untouched!” The lie churned Lola’s stomach. She wasn’t some virgin bride. She was Lola Volcán, heir, and she vowed silently to serve no man. The bidding began. Men with hard faces shouted numbers, their entitlement making Lola nauseous. They appraised her like cattle. “$100,000!” yelled a scarred man with a gold tooth. Bidding paddles shot up around the room. “$200,000!” “$300,000!”

Elena's fingers trembled as she typed frantically, so that she missed some letters. Cold sweat broke out on her forehead, under her arms and breasts. The AC in the room didn't help matters. She moved from her makeup chair to the bed, and from there to the bare rug, and to the doorway. Lola had suddenly become slow in replying to the texts. "What the hell was she doing?" Elena wondered. When Lola had first chatted her up, Elena didn't give much of a thought to what she was saying. She considered she was one of those clout chasers who wanted to have a conversation with the billionaire's wife.

The audience in the live streaming platform all saw the photos too and immediately flooded the screen. [Did I see wrongly? Lola and the middle-aged man… Please tell me this is not true. She is Miss Atherton! She was born riched and privileged. How could she hook up with this middle-aged man?] [Lola is not the direct descendant of the Atherton family. She is only a relative. The point is, the middle-aged man is from the Kingsley family, he has money and power, and Lola must be sucking up to him…] [Louis, my Louis, my idol, his image is all gone now, I can't believe my idol is snorting on drugs…]

It was a good thing that Maisie dragged Betty along. The people who were also invited to the party were not her crowd, they brought a whole new meaning to the word snooty rich people. They all looked down on her because she was an orphan and certainly not a self-made millionaire since she was working for Zach. They made Vivi look tame. " This is why I don't like hanging out with these kinds of people. " Betty said as she drank a glass of champagne " You mean your kind of people. " Maisie asked with eyebrows raised as Betty glared at her.

I still could not believe I had almost a whole complete family and grandma told me they were all dead. "There's someone I want to introduce you to, Laura." He said to her, Then, he looked from her to me, and I rolled my eyes. "Oh, her? We already met." She said, flashing her white set of teeth to me. I stared at her without a word. "You have?" He looked at me with a look of surprise evident on his face and in his voice. "Yes. She's Mrs. Xavier Lowell, the lady that got married to the son of the billionaire Lowell in—"