Millonario Perfume Novels & Stories

“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.

Millan I woke up the next morning feeling so ecstatic, I checked my phone and saw more than thirty missed calls from the chief, I know he's calling to ask me on the update of what's going on and I have no intention of picking up the call, I climbed down from my king sized bed as I made my way to the bathroom, I quickly took my bath and did my ladies duties after which I left the bathroom and walked to my room in preparation of work, I quickly got ready in Givenchy two pix, coupled with a Boucheron gold necklace and earrings after which I picked my handbag and red bottom heels I wore everything, and dress my hair before picking everything I would be needing for the day and went downstairs, I

He knew that there was no way to push his agenda with this topic. His tone mellowed as he looked at Melanie and said, “I came to find you about promoting your perfumes.” With that, he handed her a stack of documents. Melanie opened the file and read through each page carefully. Her two perfumes, “Falling Snow” and “In The Moonlight” were both performing well in Medonia. That was especially so for “In The Moonlight”, which was co-branded with Linda Yancey’s jewelry. The perfume was always sold out the moment it was restocked and was considered highly-sought after.

“I don't care. Hand it over. You have all these writes watches and look at your dress. I know Millie wouldn't hesitate to pay a hundred dollar for everything she needs to know.” “What. The. Fuck. You're crazy.” I sighed, frustration building over my head. She just smiled, which made it even more stupid. But I went ahead anyway and handed her the fifty dollars. “Oh but this is not for that question. I don't care. Just tell me who she worked with.” She took a glance at me, went silent and finally said, “Specific names cost extra." I groaned. This woman was unbelievable. Still, I paid again. "Millie had access to someone connected to a wealthy family. I think the Evercrest. But as far as I know

I slip into that knee-length orange dress with lace sleeves and the mauve heels. I reinforce my eyes with intense mascara and soften my lips with a glossy pale pink. "I'm ready!" I announce, standing very still when I return to the living room. "You look beautiful," he says, a delicious scent lingering in the air. "Mmm... what's that smell?" "Haha, my Chanel N°5. Here," he replies with a smile. I hold the bottle in my hands as if it were a diamond. I've only seen this brand online, and it's one of the most expensive perfumes in the world. Sam and I come from very different worlds. Sometimes I wonder, am I really enough for him?

This was the final nail in the coffin! I posted it on several social media platforms, and it spread like wildfire immediately, sparking countless discussions. I was not a fool. I did not post it just to supply entertainment for the masses. I made sure to supply a remark in the caption that read, "I am now starting a joint business with Malone’s company. We will offer a five percent discount to anyone who is currently working with Agnes." Malone ran a very prestigious and successful company. A five percent discount was completely unheard of.

The catwalk loved the way he glided with an athletic grace without skipping a beat. His mariner-blue eyes were round and darted constantly, a-gleam with delight and the vigor of youth. They were soft, Irish eyes and swam with joy. They shone brightly, as two sapphires dipped in milky pools. Everyone commented on his vivacious character and his gentle nature. His voice could be foghorn loud when he was booming out a guffaw but it was normally mellifluous. His gap year clothes always made him appear younger than his years. The swirl of his loamy cologne had them swooning in the aisles.

Litanya ko bago sumubsob sa kanyang dibdib na umani naman ng muling pagtawa niya. Habang nakasubsob ako sa kanyang dibdib ay mas lalo kong naaamoy ang gamit niyang pabango na alam kong kailanman ay hindi ko makakalimutan. I know it's one of those luxurious perfumes out there. Probably around hundred thousand in worth. "We're here." He said after a while.

My heart pounded as I cross-checked the information, my suspicions confirmed when I traced the shell company back to Alexander McQueen It was a front, I'm definitely sure about it. McQueen was siphoning off money, using the funds to finance his scheme against me. The realization hit me like a punch to the gut. This wasn't just about revenge, it was about crippling everything I had built, piece by piece. I couldn't let that happen.

I mumbled, but he managed to hear me and violently held my hand. “Don't you ever say anything like that again!” “You're hurting me!” “I told you a thousand times. Once you are the wife of a man like me, you will be forever.” “A man like you? A heartless man?” Suddenly, he pulled her close to my body and passionately kissed my lips. I didn't follow the kiss, on the contrary, I broke the contact. He rejected me a moment ago, why did he want to kiss me now? “A heartless millionaire, that's what I am. A heartless millionaire who has you as his possession. Mine forever, my dear. From this marriage you never get out.”