Lola And The Millionaires Novels & Stories

Within seconds, they were picking out flowers, assigning roles Zara as the chaotic maid of honor, Liana insisting she’d walk down the aisle with a mini dog instead of a bouquet, Liv calculating budget logistics in her Notes app like this was a real thing. I stared at the ceiling and let my brain float away. Sophia, with her bold eyeliner and louder opinions, would fight God for her friends and somehow still post a cute selfie afterward. Zara was drama on legs, already planning a viral TikTok series titled “My bestie married a billionaire, and all I got was this wedding speech.” Liana was chaos in crop tops loud, lovable, and probably already emailing Vera Wang. And Liv? The responsible one.

she echoed, her eyes widening in surprise as she stared at me incredulously. I nodded. "Yeah. I realized that I liked you ever since I first laid my eyes on you. I don't want you to leave. Can't you stay?" Lola dropped her suitcases and hung her head. She then looked at me and told me everything about her past. As it turned out, Lola was a distant relative of Darren's and a middle school dropout. She then made her way to this city in search of employment, but she soon realized that she didn't know much. She had no background, no connections, and no skills either.

And once again, Mia found herself sobbing so uncontrollably, even more than ever before. FLASHBACK …Several minutes ago... In an exquisite Villa at the southern end of the city, in the early hours of the day, Melody hurried into the living room, a small bottle in her hand. "The fuck Lark!" She exclaims immediately she sighted him still curled up on the couch, lost once more in his dream land. "Will you get that ass off that couch instantly?! We've not seen or heard from Mia yet!" She hurries over and swats his back slightly.

A listless, and astonished voice comes through the door. -OMG I can't believe it, look who is Jeff the millionaire, wow, I heard you got married, and well she is your wife now, I saw it in the papers, I thought your wife was living the high life, I didn't imagine she worked for you," says the black haired girl. -Yes I am his wife, and well I haven't had time to be using money, besides I'm not the kind of person who spends money, I'm not that kind of woman," says Lucrecia.

Seth handed her two folders, "Here are the scripts I have selected for you. Read them as soon as possible, and I will take you to the auditions in a few days." Jane took the folders and opened one of them, her expression shifting slightly. "'The Legend of Sleepy Hollow'? Didn't investors pull out, making it impossible to film?" Seth raised an eyebrow, "Some fool recently invested 500 million in it. Filming is about to begin." Jane felt something was off about his words, but she brushed it off and opened the other folder, "Anya Banerjee". This script was based on a classic solo game she had seen Jonathan play before. The graphics were subpar, but the storyline was moving.

she smirked, an evil glint in her eyes. “But fuck! It wasn’t supposed to happen this way. I already arranged a deal with some horny older man but you got lucky by sleeping with that hot billionaire. You bitch! I bet you don’t remember him, good, cause I’m not helping you find him. Go raise your baby alone” she smirked. “H-how could you?” I stuttered. My tears were uncontrollable and I was glad not much where paying attention to my ongoing drama. “Fuck. You. Bitch” Cara sneered. She picked up her purse and exited the cafe.

Lola whispered, "They were about to come back soon. Do you want to be exposed in person, and never be able to step into the design circle again?" She whispered into Hailey's ear, "If you succeed, I will give you two million." Hailey's eyes lit up, "I want five million!" Lola stood up straight and patted her cheek, "The heart of man is insatiable, like a snake swallowing an elephant!" She shook her phone and said, "I took a picture of you coming out of the dressing room, so giving you money is already my kindness to you." Hailey realized that she no longer had the right to haggle, so she said "good" like a defeated rooster.

“We’ll see each other every day. I’ll still annoy you. You’ll still steal my clothes. You’ll visit and complain about the elevator being too fast. It’ll be the same us, just in a fancier location.” She snorted and said, “God, listen to you. Miss Penthouse.” I tossed another shirt into a box and rolled my eyes. Then, after a minute, Lola spoke again, much quieter this time. “At least I’ll have the apartment all to myself now that I’ve met someone,” she said. I froze mid-fold and said, “Wait… what?” “I said,” she repeated, now avoiding eye contact, “I met someone.” I sat down on the floor beside her and said, “Lola! Oh my God. Why didn’t you tell me?”

Eddy asked, tipping his eyes closed and ringing his index finger in the air dramatically. "Well, Lola is basically a human pig that had refused to acknowledge her human nature," he said, looking at me again, his face lined with anger, hatred, frustration, like a man would look while talking about his greatest problem. "Get lost, Eddy," I was tempted to say. "Can you imagine Lola, in her size and predicament, wanting a midnight snack? You know, after eating herself to stupor at yesterday's event?" A sigh escaped my throat, but Eddy wasn't taking it.