Novel & Cerita Miss Billionaire

it was like a mini town for the wealthy. Milana looked out the window and enjoyed the view. The estate had packs, gardens, fountains, play ground etc. Who would have thought that she will one day enter such a place as this. Everything that has happened in the past month is like a movie to her. From meeting Logan, to him asking her to date him, to being almost killed, to being disliked by one of the most powerful families in the country to being attacked again, to dating a billionaire in secret, her life seems like a movie.

Milana said with a pout. Don't worry he is someone great, Ophelia said with assurance. Who is he? Is he some kind of assistant to a billionaire son, is he some kind of wretched person who gets me here through connection? Milana yelled almost crying. He is a billionaire, Milana I swear to God, it's just that I can't introduce him to you now but I will surely do when it's time. Ophelia said consoling her. Are you sure? Between him and Dave Sinclair who is richer? Milana asked with a pout.

Amielle here is already squealing before I can even respond. "Oh my god?? Did I hear it right? THE Antoine Laurent is here? Stace, just be cool. Just be cool, okay?" She said it with excitement in her eyes. "Mielly, I think you are the one who should calm down." "You don't get it, Stace.He is one of the youngest billionaires in the world!" "Okay, Amielle calm down. We better be going now; we should not keep Mr. Laurent waiting." Edith said, then stood up.

M&M was now the sole company that would finance Addison Corp. My life seemed to be going according to plan. I was a wealthy 35-year-old, and I was on the latest issue of Money Magazine as America's Most Eligible Billionaires. Plus, I was dating Kimberly Sweeten, America's upcoming sweetheart. Her dream was to be an actress, but for now, she was one of the most sought-after models. And she was all mine. I dug my hand into my pocket and fished out the blue box from Tiffany's. It took me weeks to pick out the princess cut pink diamond engagement ring. It was five million dollars well spent. Kimmy deserved it, I told myself. Plus, it seemed like the right time. It was now or never. Life was good

“Ahhh. That explains the look on your face. Spill. Now.” I narrated everything to her, spilling my guts about what happened today. “WOW!” She exclaims, leaning back in her seat, taking a sip of her wine. “He’s interested in you.” “Then, he has a funny way of showing it.” “I live to see this hate unfold into something else,” she said, a mischievous light sparking in her eyes. Typical Anastasia. “Whatever.” I taunted her. “This guy is a billionaire, Demetria — not just running hotels and casinos here in L.A., but across states, across countries. He practically owns the playgrounds of the rich.”

Forget the fact that this guy probably has more money than anyone I have ever met, he’s unbelievably gorgeous. Why are rich people always so stupidly attractive? It is like a stupid movie! A rich billionaire looks like the hottest guy on the planet, and I am scrubbing a damn chair! “Never mind, McKenzie!” He says as he turns toward me, sliding a flash drive from his pocket. “I’m so sorry! It was in my pocket! You can kick my ass later.” “I wasn’t worried!” McKenzie says with a hint of sarcasm in her tone. “That’s my friend Cassie, by the way!”

A thought crossed her mind: was Monique really a mistress? Out of curiosity, she dashed out to follow her. ‘He had to be an old guy with a huge beer belly,’ Cindy thought with a sneer. Only then did she feel at peace. Cindy watched her walk toward a blue Maserati. It was a limited-edition car; only a handful of those models could be found globally. Those who could afford to drive that car had to be filthy rich or someone important in B City. Was Monique really a mistress to an old man? How rich was he? How did she meet one?

“I don't like repeating myself woman.” I stared at him. "Who are you?" He took a deep breath, looked me ib the eye and spoke with undaunting confidence. "I am Adrian Sebastian." My heart came close to a stop. I knew him, his name actually. The billionaire CEO of Sebastian Industries. Ruthless, powerful, cold Adrian. And he was offering to make me his mistress. "look, I need a lot of money, I.." “How much are we talking about? I am sure it's a drop in the bucket" He sneered.

"What are you, a millionaire?" His smirk only grows with every reaction. "Close," he says. "A billionaire, more less." At first, I'm surprised. But that doesn't last very long because I then realize he's in the Mafia and that I've put myself in a terrible situation from being as dumb as I am. "Cool," is all I can muster and start to aimlessly stare out of the window at the blackness of the night sky.

The previous day. Donna sat at the bar, Mystique was a lesbian bar that she frequented when she was on the hunt for her next baby butch. She was intrigued by the woman on stage, she was crooning a love song, and Donna could swear that it was sung for her. But looking around the room she saw that every other woman felt the same way. All of them mesmerized by the woman with the guitar on stage. It was open mike night, but every time the woman was done, she'd get a loud cheer for more, and the other artists, just as into the show, were all okay with it. Which was a strange thing in itself. Usually, they couldn't wait to get up on stage, and sometimes there were even fights about slots. But toni