Novel & Cerita Millionaires Match

I could feel the coldness of my hand due to the nervousness that at any time, we will reach the place to live in three days. We were all quiet while on the trip. On the other hand, my eyes were busy looking at what we were going through. Inevitably my lips parted when I saw the towering buildings here in London. And to my knowledge, Damien Cullen is a well-known business tycoon in this country.

I bargained and marched towards the paper and was about to tear it apart when he snatched it out of my hold. "What call off the deal? You started this, and I am agreeing to it." He smirked. This brute is really something! I can smell that he wants something from me and I am getting impatient. He opens the folder again and arched his brow as he read it. "When Farrah Evans finally reached the age of twenty-seven, she promises to marry Uno Saldivar. If anyone of them doesn't want to be married to the other person, the one who will refuse will pay..." He glanced at me and smirked. "One million dollars."

Cole would jump at anything in skirt just to satisfy his huge penis. "I don't care." Karen shook her head. "Oh..." Lara was astonished. "Look, child, I have no idea why you would think I'd be interested in all these." Karen intentionally said in that manner, "but I'm not." "He's all yours. Whatever you want from him, I have no freaking time for it. Let this be the last time you walk up to me and even dare to speak to me, I promise you, you'll hate yourself." Karen said in a soft tone, acting like she was unaffected. She turned in the direction of her car and added with a mocking scoff, "that's how a millionaire acts."

Knowing this, Nevaeh has impressed me on different levels. I knew that Mason Miller had a second daughter who I seriously thought would be like her older sister. Her older sister was a well-known model, but she was also known in the business industry as somehow who was cunning and manipulative. She has been seen with plenty of business bachelors which were new faces in the business industry. However, the very confusing thing was that after a couple of months the new faced bachelors suddenly became bankrupt overnight and she dumped them and moved onto her next prey as nothing had happened.

“Oh, what the hell, four hundred and fifty thousand dollars. - The old man smiled, because there was no way anyone could bid higher than him. Who would dare? There was a pause. Nobody said anything, not even the MC, everyone hoping that this was really the last move. But from the back of the room, Marco came walking up with a smug smile and arms spread in an arrogant pose, wearing a dark blue tuxedo, so he announced. - A million dollars. In cash. Charlotte's mouth dropped. Everyone's, so to speak. Even the MC seemed to lose his voice for a full minute before returning to the chatter. “A million dollars for the lord in blue. I give you one.

No surprise there. The men seated at the table were roughly the same age. All were clean-cut, fit and wore clothes that spoke of money. They all carried themselves with the confidence that success brought, though in some, the confidence was more swagger than anything. Beside the empty chair held for him sat Brown Brooke the scarred, silent real-estate tycoon, and Drake most trusted friend. Next to him sat Reese Durham, a young, brash man on the cusp of hitting his billion-dollar fortune. Beside him sat Griffin Verdi, English aristocracy and the ‘professor’ of their small group. Then was Jonathan Lyons, owner of Lyon Automotives and notorious adventurer and thrill seeker. At his side was Cade

If he wasn't dressed in a hospital gown, Ella thought he might be an executive or some billionaire among the nobility. "I'll give you a million dollars to pay for your father's surgery." The man said, not sounding joking. What? A million dollars? Ella didn't mishear, did she? If she didn't mishear, he was joking. "Why? I don't know you." Ella scowled. It was clear that she had never met this man in her life. There's no reason for him to give her a million dollars. This is not a small amount. Could it be... he's crazy?

She was wearing a blue gown and nude makeup which accentuated her beauty. "Ten Million dollars, are you ready?" Miller's husky voice sank deep into my system. My gaze left the young lady's sight to that of my best friend. "What for?" I asked, seems I was missing out on something. "Lure the lady in dating you for a week, and get a compensation of ten million dollars." Miller raised an eyebrow, his lips full of smirks. I don't know what game he was trying to play, but I was going to beat him on this. After all, I was hot, classic, and handsome. I was literally every woman's dream. I mean, who wouldn't want to date a billionaire?

I combed my hair into a pretty style, slipped a sliver heeled shoe into my feet and grabbed a silver purse, I loved fashion but couldn’t afford the expensive ones so I always made do of what I could afford. I took a cab and was right there on time sitting at a corner, I ordered a glass of tequila and kept sipping it gently not until I saw a familiar face walk in with a young tall man who I equally knew, he was called Kurtis Jericho, the son of the CEO of Jericho limited, they were one of the top billionaires in town, with my mouth still agape it fell on the young lady, the same one who had slapped me earlier today, Rita Wilbur, Finn Caddel’s girlfriend.

Helga said while still polishing the fixed glass nails on her feet. "Mum! You have started again, well, if you must know, Marcus, isn't a poor person again, he is now a millionaire, he won some millions through his normal sports bet, so stop referring to my boyfriend as a wretched fellow anymore," Miranda said with annoyance as she walked out Helga's room, Helga escorted her out with her eyes as she let out a thunderous hiss before accompanying it with a burst of hectic laughter. ****