Novel & Cerita Miss Billionaire

NATHAN (March 3 - Miami) Securing an appointment with Potiphar Alvarez proved to be a daunting task. After weeks of persistent calls and rescheduling, my secretary, Lena Lee, finally managed to land a meeting with the esteemed political and business figure. My driver's voice breaks the silence, "We're here, Sir," as he pulls the car to a halt in front of the magnificent building that houses Potiphar Alvarez's company. The building's grandeur is awe-inspiring, exuding opulence and architectural excellence. The sleek, modern design seems to shimmer in the sunlight, with every detail meticulously crafted to reflect the company's success.

It took me a while to realize the meaning of those words, and connecting one point to another was slower than I had imagined. “It can’t be,” I covered my lips with my hands, “But you are a luxury escort; you were at the agency that day.” “It was a mistake.” His words made my stomach clench. “I am the billionaire Miguel Carrascal.” I was never a luxury escort.”

A smile broke across his face—one I had never seen before. I was curious. Really curious about who she was. Everyone’s expression changed immediately as she approached. She swayed confidently in a short gown, long legs moving gracefully. She looked petite and pretty, her long hair flowing behind her. It was clear that everyone knew her—everyone except me… and maybe Sarah. “Who is she?” I blurted out without thinking. J turned and locked eyes with me. “She’s Mira. My mistress,” he said with a lazy smirk.

An exasperated sigh escaped from between his lips, confirming fate. "Hope you survive, sir." *** “Now Miss is having breakfast, I was ordered to escort you to her room," said a man. Damian wasn't used to the state of every man in the residence, their shirts were loose and some of the top buttons were open, revealing a broad chest and some abdominal muscles... Even though he saw it in person, he still hoped that he wouldn't have the same fate. He is one of the most ethical and honorable vampires. Then faced with things beyond reason. Rarely had he heard that women had that much savings, usually rich men behave like this. Cheap job. What he is doing now?

I watched as she took two slow steps forward and then stopped, tilting her head back and then further back. “Oh wow,” she finally breathed. “This is…” “Subtle, right?” I teased. “You definitely weren’t playing,” she said, turning in a slow circle as she took in everything all at once. “When you said this guy is rich rich? I thought you were exaggerating. I see now that you were, in fact, underselling it.” “Like I said, he owns Obsidian now, so there is that.” I said,

They greeted me, and I smiled at them. We walked into the restaurant and damn! it was so beautiful, well furnished and so spacious. Mikhail was indeed a billionaire. Maybe he was not even exaggerating about being the richest...but what about Bill Gates and the other rich men. "Good afternoon Mr. Mazza, and Ms....." "Mrs. Mazza." Mikhail completed and the waitress's eyes widened. "Mrs. Mazza." She completed and coughed. "I'm so sorry Ma'am. What can I get for you both?" She asked.

I clarify to him without him asking. “Shall we go now?” he asks grumpily. “Go where?” “Did you forget you were supposed to come at mine for my time you wasted today?” he says already walking out of the door leaving me and Elli back. Twenty minutes later, we are packed in a spacious parking lot, with about seven most expensive cars and two bikes. I looked at the place in awww knowing that all these belonged to Miles. That not being a surprising thing since the dude is a billionaire. In front of me stood a mansion, I aaawed more at that since it’s one of the best designed mansions I have come across.

"So, what do you say? Will you make it yours?" The live chat was buzzing with more excitement. [No way she should buy that. Only an idiot would fall for it.] [Exactly. We can practically hear you counting your cash from here.] [Hold on, Madeline looks like she's actually considering it. She's not seriously thinking about buying, is she?] [Wait a second... Does Madeline even have 7.5 million dollars?] [Madeline's the Mrs. Gibson from the Gibson Group, isn't she? 7.5 million dollars should be chump change for her.]

Edwin cooed, and I sighed. “Fine then. Just for tonight,” I said, and they nodded happily. “One question though, who is this billionaire?” They exchanged looks as I waited for their answer. “He is a popular and mysterious billionaire.” Maven answered. I hummed. “And who is this popular and mysterious billionaire?” I blinked at them. “It's a surprise.”

"Promise me." I didn't answer right away. I sat there with it, turning it over in my head the way I used to do before I stopped thinking things through altogether. Then I let out a slow breath. It was obvious from the time he showed up at the auction to bid that heirloom for Giselle that she was special to him. Joseph Macmillan, the mysterious billionaire every woman craved, wanted his younger brother’s wife. "Okay." He pulled the chair from the desk and sat across from me, leaning forward with his forearms resting on his knees, his voice dropping low and even.