Millonario Perfume Novels & Stories

Moments later, she returns with my coffee and I pay instantly with my card as she hands me a coupon ticket. Just as I turn, I crash into something that feels like a brick wall and spill the hot coffee all over my dress. This is definitely going to leave a burn I say to myself as a wince in pain. I look up to see a very tall and slightly huge man boring a hole into me with a fierce look in his eyes. So it wasn’t a wall after all I think to myself rolling my eyes internally while trying to prevent the coffee from burning my skin already more than it has. I can’t help but take in the stern looking man standing in front of me like a Greek God, giving off an aura of dominance with his menacing lo

"Oh, is that so? Well, I have only one question for you. Since you claim to be the real Spencer Gibson, I'm sure you must know Pierre Carl, the head of the International Wedding Dress Confederation?" Everyone gasped at this. There was no one—not a single soul—in the room who had yet to hear of Pierre Carl's great name! Pierre Carl was the head of the International Wedding Dress Confederation and also happened to be the wealthiest man in Milron, with a net worth of over a billion dollars! Everyone at the table, Dorian included, all felt their hearts lurch into their throat upon hearing this name. Dorian's first instinct was to whip around and glance at Wasyl, who nodded furtively.

As the vast expanse of private property rolled by, I took a deep breath in an attempt to calm my shaking hands. The air was cool and contained a hint of citrus. I glanced around for some kind of air freshener, only to realize that the pleasant scent was emanating from him. “What's your name?” I inquire, casually trying to distract my attention from his pleasing scent. He gives me a very strange side eye before answering with a shrug. “Hey,” I start, mildly irritated. “Would you rather I keep calling you Mystery the whole time?” “Is that what you’ve been calling me? I’m flattered by your gracious title, Ms. Bennet,” he mocks. I huff at his refusal to cooperate and quietly give up, deciding to

The man approached us slowly, and stood right beside Mom, this man looked strangely familiar, however I couldn't quite recollect where I had seen him at the moment. He was followed by another person, whom I hadn't noticed in the darkness, he was even taller his strides confident, and when my eyes fell on him I froze. It was none other than Viktor Cedine, the owner of the most luxurious perfume brand, and the rival of Karwitz perfumes. I couldn't believe I was meeting him here, and the next thought that came to my mind was, that if Darcel knows that his sworn rival is right here at this party. Viktor Cedine looked straight into my eyes, he was calm, to the point of being sombre, his eyes were

It was said that this perfume was used by one of the former Empress of their history, that’s why everyone was willing to bet all their money to get their hands on the valuable perfume. “900, 000 going once! Going twice – “ “Five billion.” A calm voice echoed throughout the venue hall. It was none other than Jean of the Morris family. All at once, the people who wants to get the perfume lowered their respective numbers and stopped bidding. Then the perfume was effortlessly gotten by Jean Pierre Morris. After roughly another half an hour, it was time for a little refreshment. They gathered around in groups chatting about the hottest gossip of the night – the woman who came with Varhen Aczen.

I shout, losing my posture. "Yes, and maybe if it's not too much to ask, I can..." trying to speak while ignoring me. "Do you want money?" Maciel asks impatiently, then reaches for a checkbook in his drawer and writes down an amount, whatever it is, this man became a millionaire in seconds, and when Maciel hands it over, I see his eyes light up." This is the amount for Aline's stay here until it is decided whether she lives or dies and Marco marries your daughter.

He's still as conceited as ever! Everybody was in shock that we knew each other. Edith's face is painted in disbelief, and she is still perplexed. Amielle, on the other hand, is speechless with her mouth wide open. "Oh, wait, I'm sorry, but have you two already met?" Edith asked. Both he and I have our eyes locked on each other with furrowed brows. It's like we're playing a game of staring each other down until someone loses. "Miss Miracle, this is Mr. Antoine Laurent. A billionaire and a business tycoon who owns The Antoine Laurent Parfums." Laurent's secretary said.

she whispered. I gasped. My throat suddenly felt very dry, not knowing how to respond to the information Natty had just given me. I just stood there, frozen. Apparently, my condition surprised Natty, so she tapped me on the shoulder a little hard. "What's wrong?" "Ah....," I stammered. "No, nothing. I-I just... I was wondering who the richest person was," I continued, ending with an awkward smile. Natty shrugged. "Well, no one ever knows. They were very secretive. The only legendary rumor I know is that they have a child. Whether male or female, it's also a mystery."

When the number hits one million euros, I’m speechless. “One million euros—going once, going twice, sold!” the host concludes. “Congratulations, Miss Marchetti. You are now the proud owner of the finest perfume we’ve seen in years.” I turn my eyes toward the woman who just paid a fortune for something I created. Her icy blue gaze meets mine, and a faint, knowing smile curls on her lips. “She got it?” Nathan murmurs, more to himself than to me. “You know her?” I ask, raising an eyebrow.

"One of the ladies from the yoga class gave this to me. Says she seduced a Dubai tycoon with it." The perfume smelled sickeningly sweet and sugary that I almost gagged. “Go get that billionaire.”